Scene 15 : The 11th Night
After the impromptu barbecue in the town square the Duke walked back to his manor house on the edge of the village. As it was a cold night he decided to have a quick cup of cocoa before sleeping.
He rang a small silver bell and waited.
"ZOPPERONI!!!!" He yelled "WHERE ARE YOU DAMMIT MAN!!!"
He rang again.
Shortly he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, and he sat down in his favorite armchair to compose himself. The door creaked open behind him.
"Ah, Zopperoni, a cup of cocoa man, and don't hang about."
There was no response. Duke started to sit up, but suddenly he couldn't breath. He scrabbled at his neck, but someone had grabbed the golden Ducal chain round his neck from behind the chair and was strangling him. He struggled to turn around to see his killer, but his vision was fading to black...
* * * * *
When the Duke woke up, his first thought was "What a terrible dream," But then he realised that he was tied to his armchair. There were footsteps behind him, and then the killer stood before him.
"Hello Duke" he said
"You!" spluttered Duke "I don't believe it!"
"Yes, I was rather amused by your pathetic searching for clues"
The killer turned away and came back with one of the Duke's hunting shotguns.
"You're going to shoot me, just like you shot Alva?"
"Not exactly" replied the killer and reversed his grip to swing the rifle butt at the Duke's head. Duke watched the improvised club swing back, hold a moment and flick down towards his face. Time seemed to stop.
That shape... those muscles... the way he held it... It was beautiful, almost like an artist...
There was a sickening crunching sound.
It is now day again, and you find the body of Duke
-Jam
After the impromptu barbecue in the town square the Duke walked back to his manor house on the edge of the village. As it was a cold night he decided to have a quick cup of cocoa before sleeping.
He rang a small silver bell and waited.
"ZOPPERONI!!!!" He yelled "WHERE ARE YOU DAMMIT MAN!!!"
He rang again.
Shortly he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, and he sat down in his favorite armchair to compose himself. The door creaked open behind him.
"Ah, Zopperoni, a cup of cocoa man, and don't hang about."
There was no response. Duke started to sit up, but suddenly he couldn't breath. He scrabbled at his neck, but someone had grabbed the golden Ducal chain round his neck from behind the chair and was strangling him. He struggled to turn around to see his killer, but his vision was fading to black...
* * * * *
When the Duke woke up, his first thought was "What a terrible dream," But then he realised that he was tied to his armchair. There were footsteps behind him, and then the killer stood before him.
"Hello Duke" he said
"You!" spluttered Duke "I don't believe it!"
"Yes, I was rather amused by your pathetic searching for clues"
The killer turned away and came back with one of the Duke's hunting shotguns.
"You're going to shoot me, just like you shot Alva?"
"Not exactly" replied the killer and reversed his grip to swing the rifle butt at the Duke's head. Duke watched the improvised club swing back, hold a moment and flick down towards his face. Time seemed to stop.
That shape... those muscles... the way he held it... It was beautiful, almost like an artist...
There was a sickening crunching sound.
It is now day again, and you find the body of Duke
-Jam
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