Fanon:Cluedo - Murder At The Mansion!

Cluedo: Murder At The Mansion is a 2013 Slasher story based on the board game of the same name. The story is based on the original Cluedo board game, although with some alterations. The story is set to twist the aim of the Cluedo game and create a horror/slasher version of the tale; for example, it will contain the "Whodunnit" effect of the board game, but the murders and the story itself will contain elements of horror and thriller.

Plot
"A Group of people are gathered at a Mansion in the middle of a forest as a free vacation break. As the guests are murdered one-by-one, in a mad, murderous bloodbath; the survivors come to learn that they are part of someone's sick board game"

Characters
All of the characters in this story are based off the actual "Clue" board game, with some extra characters being taken from the special edition version.
 * Miss Josephine Scarlett - Miss Scarlett is an aspiring actress, and the daughter of Mrs Peacock. She and her mother agreed to the free vacation to "patch things up", after their fued began in 2002.
 * Colonel Mustard - Colonel Mustard's character in this story is much younger than his board game version; he is an aspiring soldier and well groomed. His vacation at the mansion is so he can study the text books on becoming a soldier in the forces.
 * Mrs White - The cook and nanny at the Mansion, she is a elderly lady who has lived at the Tudor Mansion for most of her years. She isn't scared of anything...
 * Reverend Green - Reverend Green is a plump Vicar, who has been allowed time off for all his hard charity work. He believes that the events of Tudor Mansion are a punishment for something he did in the past...
 * Mrs Eleanor Peacock - The Mother of Miss Scarlett; she has a string of dead, wealthy husbands to her name and is used to the pampered life. Mrs Peacock attends Tudor Mansion to patch up the broken relationship with her daughter.
 * Professor Peter Plum - An ex curator at a Museum; he attends Tudor Mansion to escape the court case against his ex-employee's.
 * Dr Black - A wealthy man, who attends the Mansion on his only "one week a year vacation".
 * Rusty - Bitter and twisted - Rusty is the gardener at Tudor Mansion and dislikes almost everything about his job, he is seen as "the, old bitter gardener of Tudor Mansion".
 * The Butler - The Butler has worked at Tudor Mansion for many years, and has always been complimented for his generous, kind response to the guests.
 * Mr Boddy - Mr Boddy is the owner of Tudor Mansion...

Tudor Mansion
The Tudor Mansion in this story is an English Country House, although it serves as a vacation spot for visitors and guests. The owner of the Mansion is Mr Boddy, although the staff have never actually seen him. The Mansion consists of 3 floors, the 2nd and 3rd floor being the bedrooms and bathrooms. The grounds surrounding the Mansion are protected by high walls - there's a swimming pool, a maze and also a garage.

Chapter 1 - "The Guests"
It was a warm night and Mrs Peacock couldn't believe her luck lately; not only was she a guest at the famous Tudor Mansion, but she was also dining with in the Mansion's restaurant with her daughter. "Tonight is going to be truly wonderful" said Mrs Peacock as she applied her expensive perfume. Mrs Peacock was a cold fish and took enormous pride in her appearance and how she presented herself to others. She would be seen in all sorts of expensive clothing and fancy jewellery - in fact, many have said they've never seen a day when Mrs Peacock didn't look her best. Her hair was black and permed - some may say that Mrs Peacock cared more about herself than anything else, but she'd like to think otherwise, as she did love her daughter very much. "It really is, I think the food here will be excellent..." said Josephine Scarlett, who was Mrs Peacock's daughter. Although they were blood related, Mrs Peacock and Miss Scarlett were quite the opposites in the sense that they both are driven by completely different things. Mrs Peacock was more driven by wealth and power; Miss Scarlett was more interested in fame and men - that being said, both really loved the finer things in life. "It seems like quite a nice night outside tonight, the summer has certainly got here just in time for this holiday" said Miss Scarlett as she looked outside the window of her room. Josephine Scarlett was well known amongst her friends and the people of New York, she was strinkingly beautiful and many men have fought for her attention. She is mainly seen wearing red, which is quite a representation of her name - her skin is snow white and her lips are as red as scarlet. "Yes...well I think that this vacation was just what we needed to sort out this bad patch we've endured recently..." replied Mrs Peacock, as she turned towards her daughter and walked towards her. Miss Scarlett moved closer to her Mother, still feeling a little awkward around her - she had no idea what to talk about to the woman that stood before her, so how would dinner actually be good? "Yes, I think so too..." said Miss Scarlett nervously - "I just hope we can put the past behind us Mother, that's all..." continued Miss Scarlett. Mrs Peacock smiled at her daughter and gently touched her cheek; "Darling, don't worry...everything is going to be okay, Mother will make sure of that" said Mrs Peacock reassuringly. Mrs Peacock turned towards away from her daughter and her handbag, she then faced Josephine again - "Are we ready?". Miss Scarlett smiled - "Almost..."; she turned around and scanned for her handbag, the small red purse of hers was always moving when she needed it the most. "Where's my bag?" asked Miss Scarlett; she heard the floorboards creek as her Mother joined her in searching. As Miss Scarlett looked near the old dressing table near the window, something caught her eye - in fact, since she appeared in the window Miss Scarlett felt eyes on her and after her numerous encounters with watchful men, she knew when someone had their eye on her. She looked outside the window, though her view was restricted by the darkness she saw a figure in the far corner of the Mansion yard - "could be a tree?" said Josephine's mind to her...mind. "There it is..." interrupted Mrs Peackock with the purse that Miss Scarlett had temporarily forgotten she'd lost - "Oh...thanks Mother..." thanks Miss Scarlett. As she took the purse from her Mother's hand, she turned back around to have a glance outside the window to see that figure one last time. No one was there...the figure had mysteriously disappeared. "Well are you coming darling?" said an impatient Mrs Peacock - although curious, Miss Scarlett had to put the figure to the back of her mind, as she had meal to attend and she was certain that it was probably just bad lighting...

"Colonel" Mustard sounded like a good title. Sure, it wasn't his official name, but Robert Mustard was pretty sure that the name "Colonel" sounded a lot more important than simply "Robert". Sergent Meadows believed Robert had potential, and that was all that mattered to him - he was going to be someone...someday and right now, he was enjoying the vacation whilst he could before putting some extra grafting into getting that Colonel Mustard title. Robert scanned the dining room of the Mansion - it was sure something, the room itself was well and the luxury decor just made it all the more magical. He was sure that the guests would be in the dining room soon, he had seen two well dressed women, a plump Vicar and of course the butler so far. Robert had heard a lot about Tudor Mansion, but he had never wanted to fully experience it; that being said, he never thought he'd get the chance considering all the hard work and training he put into becoming a soldier - still, Sergent Meadows insisted on him taking a break before being "thrown into the deep end". Robert's thoughts were interrupted by the presence of the two well dressed ladies he saw earlier - one of them looked older than the other, but there was no denying their beauty. The older lady walked with a slight strut and seemed a lot more confident than the younger one, she glanced over at Robert, and glanced away as she was seated alongside the younger girl. The woman in scarlett and black glanced towards Robert, but seemed to linger towards him for several seconds - Robert felt awkward, he didn't know why...maybe it was because she was looking right at him? Maybe it was because this was the first time in months an attractive woman had ever met his eyes for longer than 2 seconds? He wasn't entirely sure, but he didn't take his eyes away from her. Eventually the woman joined the older lady and sat down, she continued to glance towards Robert as the other lady seemed to be talking to her. As Robert took his thoughts away from women for a second, he felt a sudden urge for his food come over him - he had been waiting for almost ten minutes now and he had been saving his hunger for this meal...this late meal. Robert got to his feet and walked towards the doorway which he figured would be the kitchen, as the smell of food and the noise of cookery were quite distinctive. He walked through the door and saw...not the kitchen..but a small kitchenette, which seemed to be pretty small for such a large house. Robert glanced around, the sound of cookery and the smell of food wasn't coming from this room, it was coming from the stairs in the middle of the room. Of course! The kitchen was down here.

Robert hated stairs, especially those that were almost basement-like - he had a bad experience in his basement when he was younger. He placed his foot on one step, the creeking noise seemed louder than ever as he didn't intend on just barging into the kitchen, so he thought he'd take it slow down the stairs. The stone floor seemed miles away from where Robert was stood, but he could only count several steps. "Stop being a coward!" his brain told him - he took a large gulp and proceeded to walk down the stairs. The large Kitchen smelt amazing, the stench of different foods made Robert's stomach groan all the more - "We're having a delay on dinner..."

"It will be ready in a short while..." bellowed Mrs White. She was a little flustered, sure she'd made countless dinners and meals for guests of the Mansion, but she'd never had to do it without a sharp knife before. She still had no idea where that knife had gone, but she knew that she'd have to get another if she wanted meals to be prepared properly. The well groomed gentleman left the kitchen and returned to the Dining room - thank  god! Mrs White wasn't just feeling flustered about the missing knife, she was also facing the prospect that she couldn't do things as quick as she used to, and even though she was a strong old bird, she knew that age would...and probably was catching up with her. She had worked for Mr Boddy at the Tudor Mansion all of her life, she never believed that she'd have to retire, but the cooking for the guests was becoming a pain and Mrs White was getting...flustered with it. She continued to stir the pot of stew on the stove and began adding different ingredients to get that extra nice flavour to it. As she began making her stew to perfection, Mrs White felt a cold chill suddenly flow over her from the right - it was the wind. The door upstairs must have been opened, Mrs White was sure it was the well-groomed man. Mrs White left her stew for the moment and headed upstairs to see what had happened. As Mrs White arrived at the small kitchen area, she noticed the backdoor was swinging open as though someone had just run through the Mansion at the speed of light. "That's odd..." murmered Mrs White; she walked over to the door and looked outside, before quietly saying "Hello?" - Mrs White had no idea why she said it so quietly, maybe she was nervous about what the response may be? She wasn't scared of much, she just had a fright with a cat outside once. She slammed the door shut and locked it tightly, she took one last glance into the Tudor Mansion yard before returning to the kitchen to continue her stew.

The Dining room looked pretty full now, there was the two glamorous women sat in one corner, the young soldier type had returned to his seat and Reverend Green, who was quite popular for his hard, charity work was seated in the center of the room. How could Dr Black forget his friend...or...his adopted friend who was sitting right beside him - Professor Plum. The good Professor was babbling on about his ex-employee's and how unfair his work was - Dr Black wasn't really listening. He had important business to attend to...a good relaxing hour in the bath after this meal. "I just think I was treated unfairly..." said Professor Plum - Dr Black had regretted asking him if he was okay and if he was enjoying his stay...he was just being polite. Dr Black looked at Professor Plum and said "I agree with you, my friend...now I must dash, I won't be long...". He got to his feet and paced out the room, hoping the Professor wasn't offended - it's just Dr Black really wanted to relax...he had a job to do, he had prepared for this Mansion visit all this time and he wasn't going to lose track of what he was doing because of Professor Peter Plum. As Dr Black arrived at his room, he opened the door and slipped inside his room like a shadow in the night - he loved his room, it was relaxing and gave him time to think. He headed towards the bathroom on the landing of his room and began washing his face in the luxury, crystal sink. This visit had to be prefect, he had his heart set on it for some time and he was sick to death of his work. As the sound of the running water began to fade out as he turned the tap off, Dr Black felt a sudden uncomfortable feel, like a thousand eyes were looking at him at once. He glanced around the small bathroom and saw...nothing, nothing alarming anyway. As he left the bathroom to return to his comfortable room, he started looking around - why did he feel so uncomfortable? The silence filled the room and contributed to the uncomfortable atmosphere that had overcome the Doctor just now. If that wasn't enough, a small creek was heard from the oversized closet which contained most of the Doctor's expensive belongings. The Doctor's whole body froze, he didn't know whether to run towards the closet, or whether to leave the room and call for help, or whether to just stand completely still... What was that noise? The room looked blurred as the Doctor focused on the closet - he walked slowly towards it and prepared himself to open it up, afterall...it could just be his mind playing tricks? In fact...yes...that's what it was...his mind playing tricks. Without hesitating, the Doctor flung the closet doors open and was greeted by..."Oh my god..."

Chapter 2 - "The Discovery"
Laughter filled through the room, it was the laughter of people who were getting slightly tipsy - Peter could see this of the two women who were sat together. He knew they seemed drunk, yet they did seem...fun? He still would have loved to rant about his ex-employee's to that Doctor, he seemed quite rude to rush off, his story wasn't that boring? The laughter got louder, and as the women got to their feet the glamorous older one turned towards him, and began looking around the room like some sort of teacher addressing a class. "I think we should all go to the study to get to know each other" said the woman. Peter wasn't best fond of socializing, but whilst it was a holiday, he thought it best be polite to accept, especially as the other guests seem quite excited about the pospect of getting know each other better. As all of them got to their feet, Peter looked at the guests and all seemed to be smiling at him politely, maybe this wasn't such a bad idea? As the guests entered the Study, they began heading towards different chairs and seats.

"Would any of you like a stiff drink?" asked the warm spoken Butler - many of them nodded and off he walked, probably to the kitchen to fetch what the guests wanted. Reverend Green was delighted, he rarely had time to socialize, but when he did he loved it. The guests seemed quite nice so far, many of them had their own unique personalities considering there were so few of them. Of course, Reverend Green rarely felt any kind of hostitlity or bad feeling towards anyone. His job was the love and accept people for who they were, no matter if they had sinned or did anything the Lord may not approve of. He smiled as the beautiful lady in the blue began looking round at them. The well groomed man next to the Reverend spoke first - "So what's the occasion?" he asked - no occasion needed as far as Reverend Green was concerned, but he observed all the same. "I just though seen as we're all here in this giant Mansion we should take the time to get to know each other" stated the woman in blue - she seemed very confident, the kind of confidence even Reverend Green didn't have after years of speaking in Church. "My name is Eleanor Peacock..." she continued with pride; she then turned slightly to the left and said "and this is my daughter..."; he daughter leaned forward, she was young and quite distinctively beautiful. "My name is Josephine Scarlett" she said as she looked around at the guests - Reverend Green glanced to the side and saw that the young man who spoke earlier seemed very much besotted with Miss Scarlett. Reverend Green decided it was his turn - "My name is Reverend Green..." he said as he got to his feet to address everyone in a proud manor. He took a little bow, and sat back down again, as he did, Professor Plum pointed towards the Reverend and said - "Aren't you the same Reverend Green who raised over seventy million dollars for the homeless children's charity earlier this year?". Reverend Green looked positively delighted, he smiled and blushed slightly as he nodded and replied with; "Yes, that was me, I had to do something for those children, what goes in is just horrible...".

As the Reverend returned to his seat, Robert felt he should follow in the Reverend's footsteps and got to his feet as he said "My name is Robert Mustard, I'm currently training to be a soldier..." - Robert glanced around at the guests, his eyes catching Miss Scarelett's again. Robert tried not to make complete eye contact with her, so he quickley sat back down and didn't look back towards that direction. Shortly after Robert finished speaking, Professor Plum stepped forward and said quietly "My name is Peter Plum, I'm just enjoying the vacation..." - Peter didn't want to go into detail about his backstory, he had no quirky little titbits to tell the others, he was in a bad place with work at the moment, so he felt that he was best keeping it brief. He saw Mrs Peacock nod her head at him in an approving manor, this must have meant she approved of whatever it is he said, or of how he looked.

"The guests would like some brandy..." said the Butler to Mrs White. Mrs White was getting ready to return to her room, she was feeling tired and really deserved an early night. "That doesn't surprise me..." she said, irritatedly - she opened the cupboard behind her and handed the Brandy to the Butler. He smiled as he grabbed hold of it and proceeded to leave the room - just then, the skinny, hunched elderly gardener came walking down the stairs of the kitchen. Rusty, like Mrs White, has been part of the family for severeal years and despite Mrs White have the occasional moan, he seemed to hate every single thing about Tudor Mansion and most of the guests who come to visit. "They want Brandy huh?" he snarled as he looked at the Butler and Mrs White - he moved forwards in the kitchen and Mrs White felt she could break the slightly awkward silence that was going on since he had entered the room. "Yes, what are you looking for Rusty?" she asked politely - he glanced around the room and began scratching his head. "I'm trying to find a spare set of keys..." he said, Mrs White was confused, what would he need a spare set of keys for? "What for?" asked The Butler, who had clearly read Mrs White's mind. "Well..." began Rusty - "it seems that someone has locked the front gate with the old padlock..." he continued; Mrs White and The Butler exchanged confused glances, the Mansion gate hadn't been padlocked in many years, not since guests began staying at the manor for a vacation. "But there's no key, one does exist...but I haven't seen it for many years..." replied Mrs White; she was confused though, who would padlock the Mansion gate at a time when guests where visiting? Also, who else apart from The Butler, herself and Rusty would know how to? "Well you must find it and unlock it as soon as you can, Rusty..." said the Butler as he turned to leave the kitchen with the brandy for the guests. Rusty began rooting through drawers and cupboards searching for the spare keys - Mrs White felt her forehead remain the same as she began contemplating what had happened, surely it was a mistake? "Who would padlock the gate though, Rusty?" she asked, he didn't respond, he just continued to look through his belongings and replied "I don't know, but whoever it is...they've made sure we're not getting out."

Mrs Peacock watched as the Butler placed the Brandy bottle onto the table in the middle of the room. There were mixtures of thank you's from the guests, including herself as he left the room. "Now then, let's pour ourselves a drink shall we?" she said as she made her way towards the appetising brandy bottle. Reverend Green didn't drink, but he was happy to have a little sip of something a bit stronger than fizzy lemonade; he remained seated, however - he didn't want to seem to eager to want a drink of the alcoholic variety. Mrs Peacock began pouring out glasses of brandy and started handing a glass to the guests in the room, she saw Peter Plum have a sneaky sip of his before she'd even managed to finish pouring Robert Mustard's glass. As everyone now had their glasses, she turned towards them and said "now then, I think a toast is in order." Robert glanced around the room; he felt he was being addressed by his teacher back in high school - he smiled and awaited Mrs Peacock to continue her speech. "Seen as we're all here for near enough the same reason, I think we should all just say 'cheers' as we enjoy this luxury vacation and all it's privlidges..." she raised her glass in the air and just like sheep follow their shepard, all the guests' glasses raised into the air as though obeying her command and movement. "So..." said Mrs Peacock...however...he was interrupted - "Wait!" said Professor Plum - all the guests turned to look at him. He wasn't one for interrupting, but he was sure they'd find this important - "We're missing someone, we're not all here..." he said. Mrs Peacock glanced around at the other guests and said "well whoever are we missing?". Professor Plum was surprised no one had noticed, but he had noticed which was surely enough - "Dr Black isn't here..." he said; realisation seemed to flood over some of the guests face's, although Mrs Peacock seemed to be rather irritated that her speech and toast had been interrupted. "Seems wrong for us to toast without him..." said Professor Plum as he looked at his brandy glass. "He's right..." agreed Robert Mustard, as he looked at Mrs Peacock, as though announcing his support of her being interrupted. "Well we must go and get him..." said Reverend Green politely, who was itching to drink his brandy, although he hid it well. "I'll go, I won't be long..." offered Professor Plum, who placed his brandy glass on the table and walked off towards Dr Black's room. He remembered exactly what room it was, as he caught a glimpse of Dr Black entering it when he checked in this morning.

Peter walked down the corridor of the Tudor Mansion until he arrived at Dr Black's room. "Tap! Tap! Tap" was the gentle noise of Peter knocking on Dr Black's door - he awaited movement, or the door to just open suddenly, but nothing happened. Peter decided it wouldn't be rude of him to knock slightly harder, as Dr Black clearly hadn't heard him. "Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!" - he'd surely hear that, it was quite loud. Peter stood still for several moments and still heard nothing from the other side of the door - he was sure Dr Black hadn't left due to the fact that he'd have seen him leave by now for sure. Was it instinct? The busy body inside of Peter popping out to say hello? Or was it just his caring nature that made Peter suddenly decide to try and see if the door was open? He wasn't sure what he'd find, but if Dr Black was offended at him for just walking in, he was sure that he'd realise he was simply checking he was alright. Peter placed his hand on the doorknob and began turning it, as he did the door opened with a slight creek - the room was still and the silence from the corridor and the room itself gave Peter the chills, but he was brave enough to come this far. He stepped inside of Dr Black's room and began looking around - there was nothing, although the room was 100% still occupied by Dr Black, as there were a few things that clearly didn't belong to the room itself visible from Peter's view. He began scouting the room, suddenly, in the corner beside the bed, Peter's eye became fixed on something, he wasn't sure what he was seeing, but a black shoe seemed stuck in he air, in fact the black shoe seemed perfectly placed on someone's foot. A rush of thoughts began racing in Peter's mind, he expected Dr Black to appear from the back of him and tap him on the shoulder, but Peter was curious about the shoe and...someone's foot at the moment. He stepped forward and as the full view of the foot, legs, body and head came into focus, it was clear what it was...Dr Black...on the floor. Peter gasped, he didn't know how to react, was he drunk? "Dr Black?" he said as he moved towards the motionless body lying on the floor. He knelt down to try and wake the good Doctor, but as he did, Peter saw a large bruise on Dr Black's forehead as though he had received a blow to the head at some point. Peter's voice seemed to vanish, he didn't know what to say or do, he placed the his fingers on the Doctor's pulse - It confirmed it! Dr Black was dead and by the looks of things, this wasn't an accident, it was murder. Peter got back to his feet and slowly backed away from the body of the good Doctor.

He then felt the rush of fear flow through him, he felt his heart beating louder than ever before - his head began spinning and his voice came back as he began yelling for help! "HELP! H'E'LP!" he yelled as his feet began taking him back down the stairs to the other guests. As Peter appeared at the bottom of the stairs, the guests from the Living Room began pouring into the hallway, all of them looking at him with astonishment. "Doctor...Doctor...Black..." he gasped, the words couldn't leave his mouth - Robert Mustard stepped forward and said "What's up mate?" - The words couldn't leave, how could you announce this? Peter announced it in the only way he could - "Doctor Black...has been murdered!"

Trivia

 * The Story alters the board game edition of cluedo and turns it into a slasher/horror story. The "whodunnit" element will still be present though.
 * The Killer will wear a cloak when committing the murders - the cloak is identicle to that of the Grim Reaper's.
 * The weapons for several of the deaths will be those used in the actual Cluedo board game.
 * The story isn't set in the present time, but it also isn't set during the time when the actual board game was either.
 * The story is the first of two Fanon story's.
 * The Fanon will modernize the Cluedo game to a certain extent, but will keep most elements from the original story.
 * Even though we know most of the characters first names, the name of The Butler is never revealed.