Clue: A Last Life Fic

Suspects

Impulse's Perspective-

"Alright, so we're the only ones left?" Skizz asked.

I looked around.

It was just me, Skizz, Tango, and Bdubs.

"No, Scar, Scott, Jimmy, Cleo, Pearl, and Ren are all alive." Bdubs said.

"Who do we think it is?" Skizz asked.

"I think it's Cleo." Tango said.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Well, at the dance Cleo and Martyn were together and then Martyn died." Tango pointed out.

"That's true..." Bdubs said, "But then would it be Pearl and Ren too?"

"I guess." I said, "I mean, they're in a team with Cleo."

"Pearl has been really unhinged." Skizz said.

"I don't think it's Scar, Jimmy or Scott." I said, "I mean, did you see how sad Scar was when Grian got killed?"

"That could be an act." Skizz said.

"I don't think it is." Bdubs said.

"Why not?" I asked, turning to him.

"I just...have a feeling..."

"Alright, well...I think Tango's onto something with Ren, Cleo, and Pearl." Skizz said and Tango smiled.

"Should we split up and ask them?" Tango asked.

"Sure. How about me and Skizz go talk to Cleo and her group, and you and Bdubs go chat with Scar and his friends?"

Everyone agreed with me, and we split up.

Ren's Perspective-

I don't know how much more I can take.

I know it's them.

I can feel it in my gut.

I need to leave.

I need to get out.

I feel like I'm going insane.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Cleo and Pearl whispering to Skizz and Impulse.

They all looked over at me and I got worried.

"Ren, where were you when Martyn was killed?" Skizz asked.

"I- I didn't do it!"

"I just needed to- "

"I wouldn't murder anyone! I swear!"

I felt my breath rush as I looked around in fear.

I could feel the walls closing in on me.

I needed to get out.

I needed to escape.

I needed to get back home.

Doc was right.

I shouldn't've come here.

I started to run and Skizz and Impulse quickly ran after me.

Get out, get out, GET OUT!!

That was all I could think.

I ran down towards the hall, tripping and falling under the chandelier.

I heard a snap, and I looked up, my eyes widening.

The chandelier was falling on me.

"Go! Go!" Skizz yelled.

I tried to pick myself up, but it was too late.

The chandelier came crashing down, glass exploding everywhere.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

It was like a million needles prickling at my skin at once.

The last thing I saw were Impulse and Skizz's looks of fear.

And I died.