~Collaboration of CinMel~ -Chapter 1: Starting Line! Fetch the Case- The sounds of screams bellowed throughout the hall, the carpet only barley muffing half of the voice waves. There were many people to see and engage with as the ocean of people scampered in. Tristan Mail: Point of View It was finally here...The ultimate...Mystery Expo! My eyes couldn't concentrate on anything as I frantically looked around the hall lined with red carpet. My body kept moving and I was extremely restless. Where could that Roger be! I quickly made my way to the entrance of auditorium where all the mystery and detective things would be on show for the public to see. At first glance it would be stupid to assume that it was all ungraded there were undercover guards everywhere you looked. Glancing around the room, trying to spot Rodger but also have a good look at the different stalls I laid my eyes upon something that I would have never imagined I would see in my life... The most beautiful and stunning women out of ever detective I have seen or heard of, Detective C.T. City. Her dark eyes looked like they had seen a thousand stories and that meant for us...A thousand deaths. Her long jet black hair bounced past and tickled my rough, tanned check bone. Where would she be going at such a rush, unfortunately I had no time to stalk her and ask, I had just remembered that Roger was going to meet me at the back parking lot. My palm instinctively hit my face, luckily enough it wasn't hard so that it left red marks on my skin. Roger Milson: Point of View "That idiot! How could he be late, I swear I told him to that I'd be at the back parking lot." I laid my slightly tanned arm on my sister’s dark blue car hood and let out a quiet sigh as I looked towards the bright, cloud free sky in impatience. Suddenly I heard a crackly giggle coming from my little sister’s mouth, my head turned and sure enough she was hiding her cheeky smile in her hands. "It's funny that he'd forget like that." Her soft orange hair jittered as she quickly slapped my now tender cheeks. "You shouldn't swear either it isn't classy language.” I rubbed my face softly, staring aggregately into her distinctively light brown eyes; her response was a tongue poking out at me. “I’m not I child you realize Vivi…” As I glanced at her small, pale skinned face my sigh became louder as I quickly pulled her tiny body into a hug. Her pale cheeks had a slight red apple blush to them. As she looked up at me, using my sibling telepathic bond I was guessing that she knows that… But who really knows what little sisters are thinking. “Hey! Roger!” Spinning around I heard the unusually higher than average young males voice coming from my best mates mouth. His light brown, shaggy hair was slightly bouncing as he came running towards me. “Roger no time to waste I saw this fantastic thing that you have just got to take a picture of.” He started to quickly pull away when he spotted Vivi staring weirdly at him. “Hey you haven’t told me how much your little sis has grown up, she is finally starting to look like a real woman.” With that awkward comment which I knew what he meant I hoped Vivi hadn’t caught on to it said Tristan hurriedly pulled me toward the entrance and into a secluded room of the Expo. As I surveyed the quiet room there were only around four or five people around, my head slowly turned to Tristan when he slapped me hard on the back. “What do you think about this case? It’s the one about the politician…You know we learned about him back in university.” His dark blue eyes looked at mine in excitement. “They have finally cracked the case and the one who did is a totally cutie.” The grey tinted pupils of my eyes couldn’t help but roll around in my head; he sure has an interesting interest this guy. Though I couldn’t hold back my excitement to, the investigation was none other than the infamous Dan F. Rigara. He was a famous pollination in his time rich, popularity but most importantly he had been in his business along time so he had grown a large loyalty group amongst his party and the voters. He was also as great as every plan he took upon the agenda he got through it. That low life could of made the country a much peaceful and cohesive place but instead on the day his drug reform went through…He was finally caught…He had been an user for a very long time, he was arrested, the prison was ready to keep him looked in there for a very long time. Unknown to the rest of the country he hid away, no one could find out his whereabouts that was until today. “WH...WHA…NO! NOT…”The center of the room filled with screams from women and men, a purple coloured gas filled the room and a haunting chuckle tormented and echoed throughout the room till all that was left was unconscious bodies collapsed in a messy manner.
Vivi's point of view: I put my cold and against my hot face, "Did he just say! what I thin he just said?!" I mumbled waiting impatiently for them in the car. "Honestly he said this wouldn't take long!" I glanced back and forward between my watch and the building. Suddenly I saw something strange a chubby kind of figure running out of the building.I rubbed my eyes gently trying to shake off the blurry image, "I must be imagining things..." I slumped down in my seat with boredom, and slight curiousity of what this could mean... With that I slunk out of the car and headed in the building with a frantic shock as I opened the door seeing gas fumes. I instinctively covered my nose and went searching for my brother, and his childish friend. Alyssa's point of view: I only just got here and now I'm falling asleep. The gas filling my nose and senses as I felt drowsy with sleep. I lifted both hands, and slapped my pale cheeks turning them a bright rosy red color. I kept whispering to myself "What would Nancy Drew do?" I slowly got up taking a handkerchief from my pocket covering my mouth. I was still breathing hard and my vision was altered when a chubby man with a face mask bumped into me it seemed like he slipped something in my pocket before running out. Though I didn't have time to check I had to find others. I thought to follow him for a second, but instead I was lured to a corner near one of the entrances I saw two figures standing there waving. Suddenly I was pulled over by a strong arm, startled with alarm I was trying to kick and release myself. "You're quite the fighter," a man next to me said. "Roger this ones a beauty!" The one holding me let go. "Tristin don't go grabbing people," Roger said, as he pointed to my handkerchief. Tristin said, "There's no fumes in this litte corner, doll." I lifted my hanky down as he laughed. Roger raised his fist as he hit Tristin's head. "Ow..What's your problem mate?! That hurt," he growled. Roger spoke to me completely ignoring Tristin's cry of pain "What's your name?" I was worried but I suppose it would be rude if they don't known my name."Aly..." A static noise erupted from the speakers. "These gas fumes are not toxic, I repeat! These gas fumes are not toxic!" The statical voice ceased as automatic doors opened releasing the fumes. "What is going on here?" I asked confused. I stood up and heard groans of people waking up slowly, I instictivly went to go help this older in man the corner. His body was fragile and full of wrinkles, he could barely get half way up when i grabbed his shoulder and guided it around my head. To my surprise the other two guys who found me in the smoke went and did the same thing to the parelle shoulder. "Thank you..." He replied out of the gesture, his voice raspy. Tristin, I believe his name was patted the old man on the back. His dark blue eyes staring into the old mans. "She's quiet a nice one to. Bonus points...Don't worry geezer we will bring you to some fresh air." Suddenly the announcer on the PM blared out on the surround sound system. "ALL security personnel are to escort mystery expo, guests to the conference room. I repeat ALL security personnel art to escort mystery expo, guests to the conference room!" The announcers voice had a tint of excitement, and worry in it. I curiously wondered what I was in for this time. I wondered as we were escorted to the conference room, as the old man wheezed. "Hold on sir," I said lifting him up a bit higher, as the others did. We filed out. I caught a quick glimpse of a girl with pure orange hair being pulled by security "Hey stop! I have to find my brother!" She was trying to fight them off as they dragged her behind us. I just smiled, this must be serious I'm looking forward to some fun.
After the long wait, the next part! Roger’s Point of View: The bustle of the Expo had slowly died down after that whole gas attack accident; security personal where running around everywhere making sure no one would escape. On the other hand... "Let me go, I have to find my brother!" Vivi was being held up by two huge muscle body guards. They had both of their hands around her small, pale arms, sweat drooping from their brows as they tried to keep the little ball of energy under control. Tristan turned facing me. "Umm shouldn't you go get Vivi?" His face showing signs of enjoyment as he watched my little sister and the show that was going on. My voice was reluctant as I didn't want to cause a bigger scene as Tristan and I walked over to Vivi, to the corner of my eye I saw Alyssa helping the old man to the security office. Her dirty blond hair bounced around in the little curls she had, her green almost blue eyes reminded me of the ocean. When I regained my thoughts Vivi’s eyes lit up as she saw as approach. Suddenly she went and tackled me to the red carpeted floor. "Vivi what was that for?" I tired to ask as composed as could, while Tristan’s eyes looked like they were blowing up with enjoyment. He could at least help me up this isn’t a comedy! Vivis light brown eyes glared into mine with anger. “You could have helped me with those body guards, but instead you and Tristan decided to play nice with that dirty blond and while having a delightful chat I may add.” I placed my hand on top of her orange haired head, making her head seem smaller then it was. “Sorry Vivi.” I apologized in my most sincere voice; Tristan finally came to my aid and got Vivi off of me. “Hey you two stop arguing we have to the security office to get our names cleared.” He spoke as he slowly ungrasped Vivi’s hand as she was standing. Tristan’s Point of View: The three of us walked in to a small, stuffy room of the expo building; luckily for us most people had already cleared and checked out so there weren’t many people. Though something was unusual a small, pale girl was sitting on a surprising piece of furniture, a couch. To my earliest detection I identified the girl to be Alyssa; we just keep bumping into each other…Well it this was the second time being the same room. Another huge muscle person gestured us into an even smaller room with in the room labelled ‘Security Office’. The atmosphere seemed heavy and scary, as you entered the room there was this one middle aged man. He had a buzz cut head, coloured naturally with his white to grey hair. His voice was hard and serious. “Tristan Mail, Roger Milson and Alyssa Night are under lock and key as being prime suspects of the C.T. City stolen case file.” The nerve of those guys! How dare they suspect as of stealing the file, wait… “What file?” Roger took the words straight from my mouth, that beautiful detective's files. How could I steal something from someone who looked like an angel? The middle aged man coughed as he adjusted his seating position. “The file case of none other than Dan F. Rigara.” My jaw dropped, I was just looking at the file the moment before the gas incident. My hand clenched trying to hold in my anger, how dare they spill that filth onto my name. Tristan Mail was destined to be one of the world’s greatest detectives…Not some petty crook that would do whatever to make a quick buck. “I’m sorry sir I must protest!” The volume of my voice was louder than expected, making Alyssa poke her head into the room slightly behind the door. “That isn’t an option Mister Mail. There is hard evidence showing that you and your friends are the culprits.” His voice boomed throughout the room.