Behind The Facade.

So you can save your pitchforks and angry villagers. I've finally wrote part two! Yay! And yes, I know it's rather long but bare with me okay? Go here to refresh your memories if you want to.

Clarice.
Clarice was a petite beauty. Midnight black hair, curled delicately around her heart shaped face. Her eyes were a stunning shade of honey. And she was just as sweet in her demeanor. Her laugh was contagious and everyone thought of her as their little sister. She was always one to express her emotions but this was a little.. awkward. Had she even known Alexis that well? To be grieving over her lifeless body the way she was. And there was something about it that seemed a little..theatrical. She looked like she was overdoing it. Each sob sounded too..rehearsed. Her crying was the loudest sound among the hushed, haunting whispers, all trying to figure out what motive someone as innocent as Clarice would have for killing Alexis. All around her, people were in shock. Not wanting to stare at the dead body in front of them and yet.. They find themselves unable to look away. Indeed, even in death, Alexis radiated a certain sort of beauty. As eerie and as haunting as it was..

Diana.
Diana was statuesque. Straight blond hair that ran down to her waist. She never walked, she glided. She had the beauty of a goddess. But even with such enormous beauty, she still paled in comparison to Alexis. You see, It was Diana's eyes that gave her away. Her eyes were a dark shade of emerald and could hypnotise anyone but they always seemed to be filled with resentment, loathing, jealousy. It was as if nothing was ever good enough for her. And that was why she hated Alexis so. Alexis was always loving, warm. And that made her more beautiful than she already was. When she smiled, the room was filled instantly with a warm glow. When she spoke, everyone listened in rapt attention. Alexis made you feel like you were the only one in the room when she looked at you. All these, Diana could never do, and that made her jealousy for Alexis grow. Diana was used to being chased by men. And it was her own personal sinful pleasure to hurt them. But she had finally fallen in love. Donovan had wealth, charm, good looks, and he was probably more cruel than she was. If that was even possible. It was a match made in heaven or somewhere or another. All she had to do was to wait till he came on his knees, begging for her to accept him, like so many before. Imagine her horror when she found out that he was on his knees, but not for her, but for Alexis instead. In her eyes, Alexis had stolen everything from her and it was no different now with Donovan. Her hatred combined with her jealousy would definitely make a 'deadly' concoction wouldn't it? Enough to commit murder perhaps?

Peter.
Peter the artist. Always aloof. He never really fit in. He was tall and lanky and looked extremely fragile, as if the mere wind would could break him into two. But he was talented. His long pale fingers would glide across a grand piano, playing haunting yet mesmerising music. His hair always fell across his eyes, as if he was afraid someone would see right into them, like Alexis did time and time again. He was quiet to everyone but her. Alexis and him were best friends. Neighbors for years, their mansions side by side. Partners in crime. Ever since they were young, they spent day and night together. Got into all kinds of trouble. But Alexis was always better with fitting in with 'them' than he was. Maybe that was because Alexis was the only one who accepted him the way he was. Now there he stood, looking numb, in pain but distant at the same time..like he had a secret waiting at the tip of his lips. Suddenly, he broke down. The wall he normally puts up came down crumbling. He knelt beside her body..crying. He said nothing. Just cried. everyone couldn't help but feel sorry for him. His best friend was dead. The only person that ever made him feel normal was gone and he was left here to grieve over her. Everyone dare not touch someone so hurt, cause they knew there was no word of comfort they could give. So they just stared with sadness in their eyes.

Donovan.
Donovan was what any woman would call perfect. Tall and muscular, he looked like he could take on a mountain lion and win. Dirty blond hair that brought out the mischievous twinkle of his dark brown eyes. He was also greedy and spoilt. He knew he could get any girl he wanted just by smiling at them. Then one day he set his sights on Alexis. Alexis was the most beautiful and most wanted. He would be the envy of every men, far and wide. They would be the perfect couple. And let's not forget her wealth. She would be the perfect trophy. He was used to getting what he wanted so imagine his displeasure and rage when Alexis turned his proposal down flat. How dare she? Who did she think she was to deny me??! And to insult me so! And to make matters worse, she decides to marry that low life Connor. How dare she choose him over me! And although he hated Connor he was still determined to make Alexis his. But his efforts were very much in vain. Donovan was not used to being said no to. Perhaps he thought that if he could not have her, no one could?

Annie.
Annie had her hands wrapped around her. She looked like she was cold but that wasn't it. It was fear. her blue eyes darted left and right as she read the expression of those around her. she knew what they were thinking. They had seen that argument earlier. She was the prime suspect. Alexis was always kind and helpful to rebel Annie. She was always willing to forgive Annie, always patient with her. But Annie liked breaking the rules. It's how she got her kicks, what she did for fun. It was the only way Annie's parents even realised she was alive. It forced them to notice her, but after awhile, they hardly seemed to care anymore than they used to. But Alexis cared. Everyone stopped noticing little Annie. But Alexis noticed. Alexis was trying to reach out to Annie because she used to BE Annie. She was just as troubled, just as lonely. But Alexis climbed out of that dark pit and now she was trying to pull Annie out as well. Alexis was trying to help her. But it was getting on Annie's nerves. She didn't need help. She liked where she was. Why the hell did Alexis care so much? What's in it for her? Who cares if I get into trouble. I doubt people would even care if I was dead. So what's the difference? Was Alexis' ways getting just too troublesome for little Annie? Troubled Annie was in trouble now...

Connor.
Now he was a story. Connor had a charming crooked smile and was simply dashing. He had dark brown hair with wisps of blond here and there. His eyes had an intense gaze to them. A gaze he reserved for Alexis, his bride to be. They had met at a party, much like this one. But in that party he was a waiter and she...Well, she was the belle of the ball as usual. She was different from the others, she didn't stare at him repulsively. In fact, she held his gaze and smiled at him warmly. Something 'they' certainly never did. Her eyes made his heart beat faster. He was soloud he was sure she could hear it over the chatter. And he was filled with the desire to stare into her eyes all night long. Her skin seemed to glow and shine. She was the picture of perfection, a goddess in the making. But even then, there was something so human, so gentle, so vunerable about her. That was the beginning of a passionate romance. Connor had vowed to take care of her and was planning to marry her. But of course he had his pride and wanted to be as successful as the men around her. He wanted to be hosting these events, not a waiter. He wanted the best for her. But Alexis didn't care about that. In fact she wanted to escape all this. As long as Connor would be by her side, she didn't care where life took her. But ah.. men and their pride. He was still determined to make it and Alexis stood by him. They belonged together and no one could tell them otherwise. Yet, he hated being dragged to these event because he didn't want to be the mocked. Didn't want to be the bud of the 'upper class' jokes. But she dragged him anyway. They had just been in an argument before they got here. An argument that of course everybody knew about. He accused Alexis of trying to put him down, that he was just an 'accessory'. His last words to her were words of loathing. What emotions was stronger then? Love? Or maybe loathing took over his better judgement..

We Have Our Suspects. Who Did It?



Hey! I never said I was giving you guys the ending! just part 2! Muahahaha!! I guess pitchforks and angry villagers still gonna come huh? I personally like the way there's a bit of Alexis everywhere. Getting to know her through the others. But that's just me. Well, I promise an ending WILL come but you guys tell me who YOU think ok? PLEASE don't hate me!! LOL!*laughs sinisterly*