This is based off a dream I had a while ago. I was shocked by what the outcome was in my own dream. Short, I know, but oh well.

Disclaimer: I don't own POM


Rain poured down heavily in the city of New York. A small group of people had gathered at the number 1 club in all of Manhattan. Lightning streaked across the sky followed by thunder as the group became acquainted with one another. Each one of them was given an invention to attend this special party, a party held by Julien Lemus.

"Good evening, Skipper." a woman greeted a black haired gent. She had long, straight brown hair that reached up to her waist. She had fair skin, hazel eyes, and freckles scattered across her nose. She wore a short yellow dress (that reached her mid-thighs) with a v-cut and matching heels. She wore a black belt right underneath her dress.

"Hello, Marlene." the man greeted her. Skipper had short black hair styled into a buzz-cut. He had pale skin and sapphire blue eyes. Like all the men who were invited there, he wore a tuxedo but he had on a sapphire blue tie.

"I didn't expect you to be here." Marlene said randomly.

"I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Private's constant persuading." Skipper informed her.

"Well, it's still nice you're here." she smiled then made her way to talk with the other guests. As soon as she left, a tall man, whom Skipper knew, made his way to the sapphire eye man.

"Are you enjoying yourself, sir?" the man asked the shorter.

"As much as I can, Kowalski, as much as I can." he answered.

Kowalski was taller by Skipper by a head. He had neatly combed black hair, fair skin, and intelligent blue eyes that always swarmed with different ideas. He wore a tux with a gray tie.

"That's good to hear." Kowalski said. Silence passed. "Why do you suppose Julien called us all here?"

Before Skipper could open his mouth to answer, a loud thump echoed throughout the room.

"Hello?" the host, Julien, muttered through the microphone.

Julien had messy black hair, dark tan skin, and amber eyes. Unlike his usual tropical outfit, he wore a tux with a green tie.

"Hello? Is this thing on?" his thick accent present and known. "Oh goodie! Okay!" - he slapped his hands together. "I am being sure that you are all wondering why I have brought you here, correct?" Murmurs of agreement hummed through the crowd. "Well, it is being because... tonight is 'Murder Mystery Night'!" he paused, letting the guests talk amongst themselves for a few moments. "Now that you are to be knowing, have fun! Who knows who'll be killed tonight... Mauhahahahaha!" Lightning flashed. "Oh, hey look at that. Anyways, have fun!"

"Oh goodie! A mystery!" chirped a young man with a British accent who suddenly appeared next to Kowalski and Skipper. He had blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and peach skin. He wore a tux with a yellow tie.

"Private, when did you get here?" asked Skipper.

Private shrugged. "Just a second ago. This will be fun though, right?"

"I don't know, Private, something in my gut tells me otherwise... Keep look out for anything suspicious. The young cadet nodded and looked around the room.

"Oh, look! There's Uncle Nigel!" Private left his leader to go hang out with his older relative. Skipper was left all alone once again. He decided to get a drink; on the way, though, he bumped into someone.

"Sorry." a voice grunted. Skipper looked up to see who he bumped into.

The man was taller than him, but shorter than Kowalski. He had a scar running down his face, had a black mo-hawk, darkish peach skin, and green-blue eyes. He wore a tux with a maroon tie.

"It's alright Rico." Skipper assured the man. He saw that Rico had two drinks. He couldn't help but ask, "Is that for Ms. Perky?"

Rico blushed, but shook his head. He handed one of the punches to Skipper. "Nigel asked to give this to you."

Skipper looked at the punch. At first, he was suspicious, but then he remembered this was Nigel he was asking about. Nigel was a dear friend who had already earned Skipper's trust. Knowing this, Skipper took the cup and gave a small nod to Rico.

"Tell him thanks, soldier." he told Rico. The taller nodded then made his way into the crowd. Skipper sat down on a lone table and watched as everyone had fun. The mystery would begin soon, he knew that.

The lights went black and came back on. Julien gasped over-dramatically and kneeled down besides Mort, the 'victim of a murder'. The game had begun, much to Skipper's distaste. He watched as Julien began to blame everyone for Mort's 'death'. The constant switching of the lights and way too dramatic acting didn't do much for the game. Skipper shook his head and looked down at his drink.

He gulped down the punch and suddenly began to feel a bit woozy. His vision was getting blurry; his head became lighter; and his eyelids became heavier. Before he knew it, he was knocked out.


*~Later~*

When Skipper came to, he noticed two things: One, Marlene, Julien, Mort, Maurice, Private, Kowalski, and Rico were staring down at him in a terrified expression. Two, Nigel sat next to him... and he was dead.

Nigel's lively eyes that held hundreds of untold secrets were lifeless, his pale skin was as white as snow, and his breathing had stopped. Skipper's eyes widened as they came upon the dagger that was stabbed right through Nigel's chest. They widened even more when he saw that he, himself, was holding the dagger. The blood soaked through Nigel's tux, making the warm crimson liquid visible even through the black fabric.

"S-skipper." gasped Marlene, her voice shaking. Skipper let go of the dagger and found that it was deeper in Nigel's body than he realized.

"How could you?" Private asked, his blue eyes filling with tears. "How could you kill him?"

"I-I-I..." Skipper struggled to find the right words. One moment, he was sleeping; the next, Nigel is dead. He gulped. "This isn't what it looks like! I didn't kill him!"

"Really?" Maurice asked, his amber eyes filled with suspicion and fear. "Then how is it that Nigel is dead and that you're the one who has his grip on the knife that killed him?"

"I-I... I don't know." he admitted, looking down. Kowalski shook his head.

"I'm sorry, sir," the intellect told his ex-leader, "but under the laws of New York, you are hereby under arrest." Skipper's head shot right up.

"What?" he asked. "You can't do that! You, of all people, should know that I would never kill a friend!"

"I'm sorry, Skipper, but given the evidence-"

"What evidence? How can you be so sure that I am the one who's responsible for this?" - he gestured to the dead man. - "How can you tell I wasn't framed?"

"How else would your hand be firmly gripped on the dagger, the dagger that was used to stab Nigel?"

"I don't know how, but I know for certain that I am not the one who did this to him. I am going to find out who did this, and when I do, they are going to pay."

"How?" asked Rico.

"I have my ways soldier. Just give me a week to find the culprit." Silence. Finally, Kowalski said, "Alright, one week. Once that week is up, I'll have no choice but to arrest you; and, given the evidence, you'll have to be jailed for life."

"That's all I need."


Viola! Ze first chapter! Who do you think killed him? I'll give you a hint, he was in this chapter, but at the same time, he wasn't. Confusing, yes, but that's all I can give you for now...

*~R&R~*