Snippet #3925

Her hands on her hips, Izzy flipped her hair out of her eyes with a quick flick of her head. She hadn't even noticed there were others here, and now that she had she felt even worse.

Everyone here had been murdered, then. Even Izzy, who'd been calloused by the streets and hard-hitting pills, was feeling herself break apart at the seams. However, as she walked up to the group that had gathered with her stone-cold face and locked jaws, noone would have ever known.

"That's just great," she muttered, looking more angry than scared. The people around her, she knew all of them just the slightest bit. Stephen Blackwood, a newspaper columnist who was fresh into college and a rather cynical person, she remembered clearly. If memory served her, he'd written a story about the drug problem in the city when they were in high school. There was Madone, who's first name she could not remember, and Catherine Baker, who she'd heard bein called Rinni, sitting on the ground being comforted like the little sister of the group. Leila, who she harldy knew at all, and Matthew Arkwright, who was apparently very popular and very unpopular with the ladies. They were mostly all covered in blood.

Looking over to the Madone girl, she noticed for the first time that there was a very random ballot box standing in the middle of the room and a piece of paper which Madone was reading. Scooting closer, Izzy skimmed over the painted words. All of their names were placed in alphabetical order, and then..

"Select with a mark of any kind the name of who is believed to be the murderer," Izzy read aloud, as to bring everyone's attention to this very new piece of information. "This person shall descend to their judgement, and their victims will pass in peace.."

Crinkling her nose, Izzy spun around to face everyone and balled her fists. "Alright," she hissed. "Who the fuck murdered me?!"