"Excuse me, ladies" the bartender of the Pink Club began, "it is time for our next performance! Let us all welcome the mysterious woman of the south, who enjoys music, painting, and takes the word 'body art' to a new extreme. For your viewing pleasure, I present to you, 'Muse!"
'Muse wasted no time getting into her show. She was instantly disrobing, taking off the purple fabric she had previously draped over her. Sitting on a table onstage, she began to paint a variety of designs on herself, culminating in one that would shame Picasso. Her body became a mix of lines, bluring in your eyes every time she moved. Then, without warning, she fell to the floor, head first.
Someone in the back shreiked. As EMP's rushed to try and see what happened, they saw her eyes were dialated to the point that there was no white. They also saw something a bit more noticable. They saw the amount of blood gushing from her head.
Now when anything goes bad in town, who gets blamed? The 'Montana, of course. In some cases it's justified, in others not so much. But, after a little man-handling, 'Edd finally gave them a hint. If he wasn't lying, then it may have actually been some one else. But the people Edd blamed were unlikely, as he was blaming the 'Roots.
Part one is done, guess who (and eventually find part two) in the comments.
I like the way you think, Spreader. Keep an open mind to all possibilities, even if they seem marginalized.
Okay, let's have a look at the facts, as they are.
1) 'Muse obviously wasn't shot plain out or stabbed, as she was doing a performance and someone would have noticed.
2) 'Muse wasn't just dead, her eyes dialated before dying.
3) In case it wasn't clear, the blood was along the lines of her skull cracked open.
4) 'Muse works for the Pussycats, so clan rivalry is an option.
5) 'Muse was working, specifically, for Betty at the moment.
So, with those hints in mind, any other guesses?
Sorry about the ' in front of names, I hate the (U) that shows up (Muse
Even if the source of the hint was untrustable, the Sentinel needed to check it out. So as they went down to investigate, they ran into a few of the eccentric Roots. 'Robin, the detective responsible for the murder case, instantly took to Beltran, a detective who might have a few ideas of his own.
"Yeap," Beltran said, his nasly Brooklyn accent filling the tent they had met in, "looks like fate brought us together. As luck would have it, I'm investigating a poisoning of the water supply. By what you've told me, it looks like we are after the same guy. But the poison I am looking around about turns people" he said, holding the word, " into zombies. Ya sure that nothing like dat happened to dis, eh, dis performa?"
After assuring him no, Beltran decided that they might "not quite be de bestest pair, ya know? Chasin two different people might be an issue."
Stumped, Robin began to ask around if anyone knew what might have happened. He was confronted with dead ends until he met Armanie, who would tell him what she knew for a price. After paying the princely fee she demanded, she began to open up.
"I got an order about two weeks ago from a Freaks Circus performer," she began. "Twenty crates of my finest Dalas mushrooms, chopped up nicely. So I think nothing of it, as it's probably just to enhance the act they were working on. But then, two days later, I remembered what they could do. Chopped up and fed to ya, they kill."
And so the plot thickens! Find part 3 tomorrow!
Part 3! Sorry it isn't the end, slight space issues
After finding out this piece of information, 'Robin had no choice but to go check out the Freaks. Some entertainers welcomed him, some ignored him, and one even was outright against his presence.
"What's a guy like you doing down here?" she asked, after coming out of the stretch she was doing. "We don't want any trouble."
'Robin reassured her that he was not here to start any, and she went back into her back bend without another word.
Somehow 'Robin found his way into Boris's tent, and quickly got to the point. He needed records, and he needed them fast.
"We have records" was the reply, "but on what subject?"
"Trade records" said 'Robin.
"Hmm, let me find those." Boris said. After rummaging through the pile of papers in his tent, he pulled one out and said "This is them. Last few orders, at least. Says we got a crate of earplugs for Crassus, a new eye for Mira, and some mushrooms for Twyh."
'Robin pounced on the information, and instantly took off to visit 'Twyh. Lo and behold, she was the same circus member who had been resistant to his visit.
"You again?" she asked, keeping the same air she had before.
"No time, honey." 'Robin said.
"Why, you got a date?"
"Nope, you do. With a fat man and his favorite technique" said 'Robin sarcastically, handcuffing 'Twyh as he did so.
Part four later, find out the stunning conclusion!
"Why?" asked Rick, after practicing his technique on Twyh. "Why did you kill 'Muse?"
"I didn't mean to kill her" replied 'Twyh.
"So what, you accidentally poisoned her?"
"No," she said, "She was just in the wrong place. Ever since we left the Pussycats, me and my sister, Betty has been trying to kill us. She tried FIVE TIMES. I just couldn't take the paranoia, the always questioning if our waiter was trying to serve us or kill us. So I bought the mushrooms and slipped them into what I thought was 'Betty's food." Breaking down into tears, she exclaimed "I never meant to hurt 'Muse! She ate the food that 'Betty was supposed to!"
Rick was stunned by her reaction, typically used to the hardened career criminals. He gave 'Twyh a few minutes to regain her composure, then brought her up to the front desk.
Five years later, Twyh is back on the streets. She stays inside the circus, rarely leaving the safety of the tents. It's said that she has been practicing to use mushrooms, not to kill, but to heal.
Thanks for reading!