Once Chantal eventually rose to her feet, the final three were escorted back inside the main resort building.

"The killer has arranged for you all to watch a short film. Please, take a seat." Giles pointed out the luxurious pale blue 'L' shaped sofa for the final three to sit on.

The TV randomly flickered on to reveal a wide pan shot of the island, which quickly zoomed inwards to reveal the living room of the great room. The video lasted three minutes and didn't contain any audio, just red text which was laid out in a spilling blood format.

The TV then cut off and the final three were instructed by Giles to enter the still half-destroyed parlour. As the girls all waited for the butler to speak up, they took the time to soak up the parlour. Looking back, they knew they'd each had had good and bad memories in the particular room. The bad memories that stood out had obviously been the fact that the parlour was Colton's and Troy's crime scene location. But, there had obviously been some good ones. Before the game had officially started, the guests had all gotten to know each other in the room. As they drank the endless amount of alcohol in the room, they shared intoxicated laughs about their life's and some things they had in common. Never in that first day could they had predicted what would happen next (except the killer of course)

Sophie & May also entered the parlour shortly afterward and removed a white sheet which was covering one of the oak desks in the room. It revealed an array of different objects, none of them seemed to link to one another at first.

"Across the table, you will see the murder weapons involved in each of the murders plus suicide here on the island..."

Chantal, Cecilia & Grace all gave audible 'oh's' before letting Giles continue.

"In order of murder I will now describe the items.

1) A single bullet

2) Salt Water (Paul's drowning)

3) A toothpaste tube full of Cyanide

4) Rhubarb Leaves (Oxalic Acid)

5) Hot Wax Contraption

6) Container of pure smoke

7) A bottle of non-brand girls perfume

8) Pool Cube rigged to deactivated explosive

9) Several razor blades

10) A pistol loaded with two bullets

"You have been instructed to pick one, and only one of the murder weapons and bring them to one of the past crime scenes. The weapon may help or hinder you in your efforts to find out who I am. Some paths lead to victory and others will lead to your demise so choose wisely."

The three females looked awkwardly between one-another before Chantal spoke up.

"I'm going to the rooftop bar, where this whole mess started." Chantal sighed before lunging for the pistol loaded with bullets just used in the murder of Brett, and disappearing out of the parlour.

Grace stuttered but the singer had already left. While meanwhile, Cecilia was staring intently at each weapon displayed on the table.

This left the two friends, between one-another they decided to go to close crime scenes so they could be close to one another, in case something happened. This left the answer with one of them staying in the parlour, and one of them investigating either Kristina, Mary or Kendra's suites. The author decided to stay in the parlour and choose the Pool cube as her weapon, and the single-mother decided to go to Kristina's suite with the razor blades.

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kept the pistol firmly grasped in her right hand as she crept around the rooftop bar. It sent chills down her spine still thinking about the first day when she and Brett saw Aubrey's body fall from the roof. None of them could have expected what was happening just minutes before the fall, as the killer had already killed off the business woman and laid her on the deathtrap.

The singer made sure she checked the designated sun-bed which threw Aubrey off the roof, but nothing seemed out of place. She even carefully leaned over the edge of the roof to see if there was potentially any clues maybe near where the guests' body originally landed, but alas there was nothing.

Chantal continued searching in the darkness for a while. But it become clear to her that she needed some sort of light source in able to search effectively. She luckily found a small flashlight resting up against the bar and used it in able to aid her search. She soon stumbled upon some broken brown glass scarred across the marble floor and her mind instantly flashed back to the first dinner after Aubrey's murder. The singer remembered how (through Giles reading the killers note) a broken beer bottle was used as a ploy to throw guests off the true cause of death. She knew this must be the answer.

The blonde gathered all the broken pieces visible and try to ensemble them in a way which seemed right to her.

Eventually, she noticed several pieces of the brown bottle had faint yellow font on them. It took about five minutes, but Chantal eventually found the clue the bottle was giving.

The singer let out a frustrated sigh before sitting up, grabbing the flashlight and the pistol from the floor and finally leaving the rooftop bar, with no intention to ever return.

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physically struggled trying to move the fallen bricks in the parlour. The author assumed that the destroyed wall of the once majestic room of the main resort building had to have some importance. She wasn't exactly sure how her pool cue could help her out here but she knew that anything was possible in this hellish game.

The game had really taken its toll on Grace. She kicked herself everyday solely on the fact she shouldn't have been on the island on the first place. She had money from her success, yet chose to be selfish and spend the money on a 'vacation' rather than suck up the writers block in the real world. She didn't need to see ten people die in the same proximity as her, she didn't need this trauma. In a spit of rage, she threw her pool cue above her head and hit it with all her force against one of the many bricks sprawled across the grass.

"Shit, I needed that." Grace cursed out loud after realising she had destroyed her only forms of protection.

However, at a closer look she realised she might have just saved herself. Attached to the deactivated bomb inside the pool cue, was a scroll of paper. The author pinched at the paper and used one of the magnifying glasses resting on one of the bibles nearby to read the small text.

Grace furrowed her eyebrows at the briefness of the message. But followed the rules and tried to once again find the garden maze in the darkness of the Caribbean night.

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actuallyhad to stop for a toilet break before braving up to enter her chosen crime scene. The single mother used the en-suite of her room, just to be safe.

While she sat on the toilet and was surrounded by the marble flooring, she was finally able to let out some tears. Everything was coming to a head now, she knew that one of the three of them would survive but one more would die. She was certain at this point the killer was Chantal, however she knew she couldn't be too deluded to not rule out the possibly of it being Grace. The constant back and forth of who she could truly trust was now finally breaking to her. The Cuban just wanted to be back with her kids and best friend in California. She came to America for a better life, not to be known as a part of a massacre.

After flushing the toilet and didn't bother washing her hands, she didn't want to take any chances with the water at this critical point. So, she just wiped her hands against her ass and let her denim shorts take the damage. Her hands felt a lump in the back pockets, she swiftly pulled out a small Polaroid picture she forgot she brought to the island. It was a picture of her and the children, taken by her best friend. Instead of letting out another cry, it gave Cecilia the motivation to carry on.

Giving the picture a small kiss, she stuffed it back into her back pocket and left her room and gripped the door handle of Kristina's room. (the key card entrance at this point had been disabled in each room.)

With one swift push of the door she was inside. She maybe pushed too hard because the door gave way easier than she thought and she slightly stumbled upon something while entering. A single piece of long string was loose on the floor. The mother looked at the string questionably and squatted down to pick it up, wondering if it was possibly anything to do with the task ahead.

Once she had grasped the string in her hand, a mechanical 'whoosh' sound filled the room from behind her.

Cecilia turned her head and was met with a white smoke filling the room. The door of the suite in this process had slammed shut due a mechanical device which was now visible to the guest, she tried to budge the door but it was too late. The single-mother had set off the trip wire to release the poisonous gas into the room.

Cecilia screamed with all her might but she knew it was all over. The gas had already made an effect, her vision was severely blurring and her throat felt like it was going to explode any second. Using the last of the energy, she slid into a corner of the room and slipped out the picture of her kids one last time. She gave it an ever-lasting kiss before slumping over, with blood escaping every crevice of her body.

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Meanwhile, Chantal was pacing back and forth on the boat docks. She needed to clear her mind before picking the next crime scene.

"Give me a sign, God." The singer's voice whimpered as she looked out to the crimson waves calmly crashing against the shore.

Out of nowhere, a powerful roar of thunder and a flash of lightning broke through the Caribbean night. The lightning strike was something of an unusual beauty to Chantal as she watched it in surprised awe. The light reflected onto the garden maze just a little distance away from the boat docks.

Chantal knew at that moment that the garden maze was going to be her next choice for a crime scene investigation. Plus she knew might get a chance to see Brett one last time, even though he unfortunately wasn't present. The singer used his memory as her driving force.

Unknown to Chantal, Grace, had just entered the maze using a flashlight she found laying around. She still had her broken pool cue in her hand and was ready to attack if anything was to transpire.

She wasn't going to go down without a fight.

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a/n: haven't checked this chapter over, just thought I'd get it out since it's been over a month since the last chapter.

Only two chapters left! Leave your predictions in the comments on who you think is the killer/who will survive. Chantal or Grace?