|Even Stevens and the Murderer of Stevenson House
Author: J. S. Writer PM
When Lawrence Junior High gets to go on a spectacular field trip to the Stevenson Murder Mystery House, everyone wants to go, but what if this mystery isn't just a game? COMPLETERated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Horror - Chapters: 18 - Words: 30,211 - Reviews: 58 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 07-09-05 - Published: 09-04-03 - Status: Complete - id: 1507283
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A/N: This is my first "Even Stevens" fic, so I hope you like it! I'm pretty busy nowadays, but hopefully I will be able to post new chaptersas often as I possibly can.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the "Even Stevens" characters, except for perhaps the ones I make up.
Ren Stevens: The High School Helper
"Just turn in this permission slip filled out and signed and you'll be in for a spectacular treat!" Ren Stevens said, passing out forms to the middle school students. "The Stevenson House has been around for over 100 years, and it's a privilege that they have turned it into such a fun murder mystery house and that our school was granted the first trip there. And since I've been chosen for "high school helper" during our stay there, it is my responsibility to make sure that we don't run into any misfortunes during the trip."
She shot a glance at her brother Louis, who was busy whispering something into his friend Tawny's ear. They burst out laughing.
"Oh, sorry, Ren," Louis said, snickering.
"Louis!" Ren said. "You can flirt with your little girlfriend later."
The class laughed. Louis and Tawny shot a glance at each other.
"As I was saying," Ren continued. "This will be a week-long trip, so remember to bring your toiletries and other necessities. And of course, you will also need to bring everything on the list you receive about your given character. During the entire trip, you will remain your character by day and by night, especially if you are the murderer."
"Will you be playing?" One of the students asked.
"Maybe, maybe not," Ren replied. "Anyway, I promise you that this will be a spring break you will never forget! And—to make a long story short—just get the slip signed, pack, and go. Thank you."
"So, Louis, are you gonna go?" Louis's friend Twitty asked, staring down at his permission slip.
"I dunno," Louis replied, kicking a rock across the sidewalk as he, Twitty, and Tawny made their way out of school. "If I do, and I'm the murderer, I'm taking out Ren first."
"Sweet!" Twitty smiled. "Same here."
Tawny rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, we can sure do a lot of things to turn this little charade around," Louis replied.
"So, where's this place again?" Twitty asked.
"Um, some weird, old mansion downtown," Tawny answered. "The Stevenson House. I hear it's one of the biggest houses in California. It's been around since the Victorian age."
Louis chuckled. "The only creepy thing about that house is probably only gonna be its similarity to my name."
He dropped his jaw and squinted his eyes, imitating an elderly man focusing his eyes through some small spectacles. "Yes, I am Master Stevenson, and the sooner I get my 10,000 smackers for this little old house, the better. I've got a concert stadium to build!"
His friends laughed at the impression.
"Sounds like you're not that excited about going," Tawny observed.
"Well, murder games are okay, but—"
"But you know they're just fake," a voice emerged.
"Huh? Oh! Hey, Allison," Louis said, getting over his shock. "Uh, where'd you come from?"
She gave him the LOOK. "I've been walking behind you three the whole time."
Tawny looked at Louis weirdly, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh, right, I knew that," Louis sighed. "Huh, well, I'd better get going. I've a murder permission slip thingy to get signed, so, later!"
"Yeah, cya," Twitty said, and after Louis was gone he added, "I guess he's going on the trip. I'd better go too."
"So, Allison, are you going?" Tawny asked.
"I guess so," Allison said, smiling. "It sounds like a lot of fun! I've never done a murder mystery before, and I've never heard of Stevenson House. I think it would be fun to go."
"Yeah, I suppose I'll go too. It seems like everybody's into it. Also, I don't want to be left alone all spring break, wishing I were with everybody else."
"Well, it looks like we're going on a little vacation!" Allison joked, not receiving the slightest giggle from the others. "So. . .how does this whole thing work?"
"I'm not exactly sure. I guess we'll get all the info in our letters."
"You know, the whole idea of a murderer kind of creeps me out," Allison said, with a slight shiver. "I mean, if we're killed, what do we do for the rest of the week?"
"Well, all I can say is, don't get killed!" This received a laugh.
"Okay, I've got to go," Twitty said. "I'm meeting Louis at his house to. . .um. . .do some stuff."
"Wait, if you're meeting Louis, why didn't you just go with him back there?" Tawny demanded.
"Do I have to have a reason for everything?" Twitty shrugged, and walked off.
Tawny and Allison looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Boys," they said in unison.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow," Allison said sweetly.
"Okay," Tawny replied. "And then it's only three more days until Stevenson House!"