AvengerVerse, Volume 3, Issue 2: Clueless
LAST TIME IN THE AVENGERVERSE:
"Yeah," Avenger said, shaking his head. "Who would write about fictional wrestlers? That seems like a total waste of time!"
Um Vengy, maybe we shouldn't bite the hand that feeds us?
"Who's eating?" Avenger replied. Your narrator bit his tongue. Avenger pondered the phrase and ignored it.
Either way, the visit to meet his maker inspired our hero with enough confidence to go to UGWC Battleground and defeat Travis Pierce.
"Again!" our humble hero chimed in. Yes, Vengy, again...and now he will face Eden Morgan for the Conquest title on the next Synergy!
"Yes, but that's Monday!" Avenger said. "I'm sure I'm up to some crazy shenanigans before that!"
That you are. That you are. You know, you're almost too aware of what's going on at times. Are you like, an idiot savant?
"Watch your mouth!" Vengy exclaimed. "I'm no idiot! And I don't know what that word is, but I'm probably not that either!"
My mistake.
CLUELESS
There was a familiar whir and popping sound as a portal opened and The Avenger and 536 fell out on the lawn of a sprawling mansion. Avenger dropped down on the lawn in the superhero landing, but since no one was there to witness his pose, he got up awkwardly and dusted off his cape.
As for why the two suddenly jumped to another universe, there was a very good reason. Two of them, actually.
"Okay, so you said the first piece is here?" The Avenger asked.
536 was busy kneeling over, trying to get rid of the woozy feeling he had ever since jumping in the portal. "Even if it wasn't, aren't you glad we're in a place where people don't shout everything they say?"
Avenger nodded and pat his larger companion on the back, at which point 536 immediately bent over again and began to vomit in the azaleas of this very nice, posh mansion. Some gardener was going to be very unhappy in the morning, but Avenger was just relieved that someone else was puking for once. Interdimensional travel was never good on our hero’s delicate digestive system.
"I told you not to eat that Batman cereal," he said.
536 wiped his mouth and spoke up again. "80s told me he bought it brand new yesterday! I thought maybe they brought it back! I didn't realize "yesterday" to him is.....HURRRK!"
His sentence was interrupted by another disgusting stream of bodily fluid, staining the flowers that were doing just fine before our heroes stumbled upon them, thanks for asking.
"...I didn't think that 'yesterday' to him meant 1989!" he finished, once again cleaning the remnants of something he never should have eaten away from his mouth. It somehow tasted worse going in than when it came out, if you can "stomach" that, true believers!
"Heh, the narrator made a pun." Avenger said. 536 glared at him, having no particular patience for his foolishness.
"Listen," he added. "Can we stop a minute? At least until I get better."
Avenger didn’t exactly whine, but he was definitely frustrated. “You said we need this to get Sam back. I want to get Sam back!”
536, still a bit queasy, straightened himself up. “I KNOW you want to get Sam back. I do too. But ever since that writer guy told us you can save him, we’ve been hopping dimensions nonstop. We’ve visited forty-two different Earths in the past two weeks looking for this place! I’m tired, I’m nauseous and I need a break. I’ve thrown up more times than physically possible, I’m pretty sure my actual stomach came out that time.”
The Avenger, who had adventures in other dimensions as easily as you or I may go to the grocery store, hadn’t considered this. But if there was shame inside of our hero, it wasn’t quite ready to come out.
After the revelation in the last issue, 536 began tinkering with formulas and what he knew about multiversal travel to come up with a blueprint for a new and improved Multiversal Remote. Basically, we didn't want to bore you with a lot of scientific exposition! This is a comic book, not a Michael Crichton novel! To make a long story short, they are looking for a specific piece of technology they can use to start building the new device.
That brought them here, as all they had to go on was that a “Ms. Boddy” at this specific mansion had what they were looking for. But they had spoken to forty-two different “Ms. Boddys” and not one of them knew what they were talking about.
And Avenger was growing impatient. He was frustrated that he was on yet another adventure, to find a piece to assemble some science gobbledygook he didn’t quite understand, when all he wanted to do is punch a hole in reality and pull Sam through.
“I didn’t say gobbledygook,” he protested. “I said balderdash!”
My mistake, Vengy. No one says either word anymore. 536 shook his head at our hero talking to the voice only he could hear. He wobbled again before allowing himself to flop down in a seated position. “I’m tired, Vengy. I’m your friend too and you’re running me ragged.”
“I guess I care about him more than you do,” The Avenger said coldly.
536 looked up at him and frowned. “That hurts, Vengy.”
“I’m sorry, but...it’s Sam! This is important! We gotta get him back because…” his sentence was interrupted by the sudden crack of thunder in the distance. He didn’t bother finishing it.
536 nodded. “Listen,” he said. “We’ve got to slow down. It’s not healthy to constantly shift through reality like we’re doing. I miss Sam too, but we know that things can live in the NegaVerse. And Sam’s tough. He’s probably okay and just waiting for us to get to him.”
Vengy nodded at his larger counterpart, who felt himself getting nauseated again.
"Well, you sit here then. I'm okay. I'm going to go see if I can get what we need." He said, taking the lead for once.
Our hero left his companion and began to approach the mansion’s entrance. All he needed to do now was figure out a way to get in. Every other time they tried, it was always some stroke of luck that just happened to get them inside or “Ms. Boddy” outside. Of course, every other time was in the daylight and it wasn’t a cliched dark and stormy night.
He got up to the door and at first, simply tried to knock. After waiting for an answer that never came, he then grabbed the handle and jiggled it. He considered simply ‘superhero kicking’ the door in, but that would be breaking and entering. Breaking and entering was wrong. Avenger sighed and simply settled for kicking the frame in frustration. He turned around, perhaps to go ask 536 what he should do. Another crack of thunder broke the silence, followed by a flash of lightning.
As the Avenger was distracted by the incoming storm, the door steadily opened behind him, grabbed him by the cape and yanked our hero inside.
------(A)------
“Ouch! What’d you do that for?”
The Avenger got to his feet, rubbing his backside, as he had been flung through the doorway and landed hard on it. The man who grabbed him revealed himself, a shorter, bald man that resembled...Johnny Hitmaker in a butler uniform. Yes, another one. It seemed like you couldn’t spit in a different universe without finding a Johnny variant.
“Allow me to...” he started.
“Make yourself perfectly clear, yadda yadda yadda, I got it.” Vengy interrupted. He had no time for catchphrases.
“Allow me to take your cape,” the Johnny-Butler said, amending the statement. “You are expected, Mr. Green.”
“I’m not,” Avenger argued, before looking down at his superhero outfit. “Is this because of my green costume?”
The butler sneered. “Yes, your garish outfit did give it away. Neither one of my brains feels like that was a good fashion choice. But you are a Mr. Phrixus Green, are you not? I’ve never actually seen you before, so I just assumed. I’m Johnny Wadsworth sir, the butler.”
Vengy looked around, noticing a variety of people in the background were eyeing the pair, watching with interest. As they all looked like people he was familiar with, he was actually able to put the pieces together on his own.
“Yep! I’m Mr. Green! Fear! Phobias! Spooky dreams! Oooooooooo!” The Avenger wiggled his fingers in mock terror after that last part.
The butler rolled his eyes. “Right. Follow me. You are the final guest for Ms. Boddy’s big announcement.
As the Johnny-Butler turned on his heels and began walking toward the lounge, Avenger shrugged his shoulders and followed. Ms. Boddy was the one he was looking to talk to, so this seemed as good a way to meet up with her as any. Avenger came in and sat down in a big red chair, before the butler shook his head at him and he immediately got up. He chuckled sheepishly as the Johnny-Butler pointed at him.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Green has arrived, so we may finally move forward with the proceedings.”
Avenger definitely felt underdressed for what appeared to be some sort of dinner party. As he glanced around the room, the butler introduced each guest.
The first one Avenger noticed, to his right, was a man in a dark, pinstripe suit, with a noticeable five o’clock shadow. He seemed very irritated by everything, but in a way that he would brush it off with a snide comment, if asked. “Mr. Gabriel White, my second least-favorite person here,” the butler said, not bothering to hide his contempt.
White smirked at him. "I couldn't imagine a greater endorsement,” he said bluntly.
Right next to Mr. White stood a statuesque brunette wearing the type of red dress you’d see femme fatales wear in a bad pulp novel. She even had the requisite long cigarette holder, although it wasn’t actually lit. She seemed to take pleasure in White’s insult.
The Johnny-Butler pointed her out and said, “This is Mrs. Eden Scarlett, a shrill harpy who I’m sad to report hasn’t jumped off the cliff yet.”
“Imagine being a servant and thinking you’re better than someone,” she said, her words filled with venom. “Couldn’t be me.”
The woman next to Mrs. Scarlett found this to be particularly hilarious. She had platinum blonde hair and Avenger instantly recognized her, to the point that he reached into his pocket and shut off the ringtone on his phone. If there was one truth to the multiverse, it was that every universe had an Avenger. If there was a second, it was that this woman HATED Drake.
“That was a GOOD one Edie,” she said through her snorting laughter.
“Shut up, Lucy,” Mrs. Scarlett replied. Lucy nodded and did as she was told.
“And this doormat is Ms. Lucy Peacock,” said the butler. Avenger felt sorry for her, as it seemed like she was leaning on bad people due to low self-esteem. Hero that he was, he wanted to say something, but he was here for a reason.
Next to Ms. Peacock sat a man with a fancy robe and a thick beard, smoking away at a pipe. He even had a monocle and a top hat, which was absurd even for this group. The butler waved a hand at him dismissively. “This man thinks he’s smarter than everyone else, even though he recently betrayed his country during the great war with the nation of Carnagia. Professor Donovan Plum.”
“With people like these, why wouldn’t I betray them?” Plum said. He then started laughing loudly at his own joke. No one else did.
Next time was a Japanese man, barrel shaped, wearing a suit of his own with a noticeably yellow tie. He also wore a bowler hat. “This fine specimen is the great Colonel Hide Mustard. He’s a war hero who has recently fallen on hard times.” The Johnny-Butler said. Hide seemed to not like any of the other guests and only tolerated the butler when he spoke.
“Mustard?” Avenger said. “His last name is Mustard here? Was Ketchup not taken?”
“Do NOT mock my name, little man,” Colonel Mustard said. “The wrath of the Devil will surely be upon you if you do.”
“No thanks, I’d rather not have a rerun of that,” Avenger said, rubbing at his neck instinctively.
The butler moved around to the center of the room and clasped his hands together. “Now that you’ve all been properly introduced, allow me to welcome you to the Boddy Mansion.”
“Why are we here?” Mrs. Scarlett asked. “I could be in the Maldives right now. Instead I have to look at a potato in a tux.”
Ms. Peacock laughed again, although this time it felt forced. Johnny scoffed and continued.
“Ms. Boddy will reveal that information now, you contemptuous witch.” The butler replied, feeling very pleased with himself. Avenger facepalmed as Johnny stepped to the side and extended an arm towards the staircase. “And now, may I present the heiress to the Princess Bubblegum fortune, Sloane Boddy.”
A woman with bright, bubblegum pink hair, who could have been a model, walked down the stairs in a sleek black dress and heels. She looked around the room, her facial expression seemingly not changing with each guest. She was happy to see them all, even the less than friendly ones.
“Welcome, everyone!” she said, throwing her hands out with a very enthusiastic greeting. “Welcome to the Sky Palace!”
“We’re not in the sky!” Avenger said, looking at the woman who he called sidekick but actually greatly respected back in his own universe. He wasn’t here to fly, he was here for the piece that she had.
Ms. Boddy giggled. “Oh Mr. Green, I’ve missed your jokes. You know I call it that because it’s on a cliff!”
Avenger chuckled, embarrassed. He was also aware that in this universe, Phrixus Green looked exactly like our hero does in our universe. He found that amusing. “Right, I knew that! Sorry!”
Ms. Boddy came up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving a warm smile. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Avenger nodded. “Yeah, about that. I was told that you have a certain…”
She hushed him and brought her voice low. “I know what you’re after. And yes, I have it. But we can’t let them know. They’re all crooks.”
“Even the Colonel?” Avenger asked. Hide seemed alright by him.
“Especially the Colonel, because he listens to the butler!” She said, almost hissing. She then turned back to the rest of the group. “And now with everyone here, I would ask that you all please take a seat while I explain why I called you.”
They all sat down, and Avenger was sad to find that the butler had stolen the red, comfortable chair he was in earlier. He grabbed a footstool and chose to sit on that instead. It wasn’t nearly as pleasant. It began to rain outside, and Avenger suddenly remembered that he came to this Earth with somebody. He wondered if 536 was still getting sick, or if he simply couldn’t get inside. Either way, he had the MR, so it wasn’t like he could leave without him.
Ms. Sloane Boddy addressed the room as thunder cracked outside again. “As you all know, I’m currently the heiress of Princess Bubblegum. And the reason I’ve brought you all here is that I know one of you recently betrayed me to get that fortune. I just need to figure out who, because there’s no way I want you in my will.”
“Why would I need your money? I have my own!” Mrs. Scarlett said, showing off her fancy jewelry. Ms. Peacock nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, me too!”
Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Yes, but mine is more important, because it’s mine. You got yours from gambling at the Astro Casino and almost got beat up for it.”
“I still have one,” Peacock said, briefly standing up for herself then remembering who she was talking to. “But it’s not as good as yours!”
“I’m just glad she isn’t going to come after mine,” Mr. White added. “Frankly, I think it’s insulting that you think any of us want what you have.”
Ms. Boddy got angry. “All of you want what I have! I’m the richest woman on the globe! And one of you isn’t getting it. Ever. In fact, I…”
The thunder boomed outside again and the lightning flashed, and suddenly the lights went out.
------(A)------
“No reason to be alarmed, everyone,” the Butler said. “It’s probably just a small blackout.”
A few minutes after the lights went out, the various people gathered to figure out who betrayed Sloane simply murmured among themselves. Except for Avenger, who was growing more impatient. All he wanted to do was get the piece he needed and get out, assuming that Boddy even had what he needed. Plus his friend was outside waiting and he was stuck playing Downton Abbey with a bunch of snobs.
“You got that right,” Avenger muttered to himself.
The lights finally came back on after a few minutes and when they did, there was a collective gasp, and at least one scream, among everyone in the room. Except Sloane Boddy, who was laying on the floor...dead.
“MURDER!” Avenger cried out, pointing at the body as if no one knew it was already there. A murder had happened and the superhero that could have prevented it did nothing. He felt a pang of guilt, which wasn’t all that unfamiliar to him at this point. Everyone began to get up from their seats and crowded around the body, in an effort to either confirm her death or figure out why.
Professor Plum grasped the wrist of Boddy and checked the pulse. “Normally I have my lackeys touch things,” he muttered. “There’s no pulse. She’s definitely dead.”
Then he added with a smarmy grin. “Good.”
“But how was she murdered?” Colonel Mustard asked, his eyes narrowing at the room. “And by whom?”
Ms. Peacock took a step back. “Well it wasn’t me!”
Mrs. Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Of course it wasn’t you, you dumb cow. You don’t have the guts to do this.” Peacock laughed at this. If Avenger suspected the last time was forced, he was sure of it now.
Avenger suddenly realized he could help joined the fray, tilting her arm so that the underside could be seen. And indeed, there was some sort of tiny puncture wound over a vein. Avenger looked up at the group, but his fury turned to one man in particular.
“She was POISONED. By Mr. White, in the lounge!” He said, pointing directly at Gabriel.
Scarlett rolled her eyes. “There is no way you could possibly know that.”
The butler stood by the Avenger on this one. “Mr. Green is VERY SMART. He probably knows more than EITHER OF YOU.”
Avenger ignored him, which seemed like the best thing to do. It was helped by the fact that the front door was opened and 536 came crashing through. He was soaking wet and no doubt smelled bad, but he was here just the same. He got up and looked at the group, sheepishly.
“I heard a scream,” he said. “What’s going on?”
“Who are you?” Colonel Mustard asked, ready to throw down. Avenger moved over and leapt to his friend’s side.
“He’s with me!” Vengy said. “He’s my...um...driver!”
536 whispered to Avenger, “Driver?”
“They think I’m someone else. Just play along!” Vengy whispered back.
The larger Avenger rolled his eyes and did as he was asked. “So what happened?”
Avenger moved back toward the group and again pointed at Mr. White. “HE killed Ms. Boddy!” Both Colonel Mustard and Johnny Wadsworth seemed to back up Avenger, while Ms. Peacock and Mrs. Scarlett backed up White. Professor Plum began to walk to the kitchen, thoroughly disinterested with everything.
“I know for a fact that Mr. White knows about poisons and chemicals and he’s done this sort of thing before!”
White sighed and raised up his hands. “I don’t have the slightest clue what you’re talking about, simpleton.”
536 pulled Avenger aside and said, “Remember, not all counterparts are the same.”
Avenger pulled back, growing more frustrated by the minute. “It doesn’t matter, anyway! You’re ALL villains! Plum is a backstabber who only cares about himself. Ms. Plum lets her personal stuff cloud her judgment and it only hurts others! Mr. White is a snob who does just the worst things to people! And Hide...well maybe not Hide but he definitely KEEPS POOR COMPANY.” He glanced over at the butler, who seemed insulted, and continued. "But if it wasn’t Mr. White, it was almost definitely Mrs. Scarlett!”
Eden rolled her eyes and let out an audible scoff. Ms. Peacock did the same behind her. Avenger got up and got in her face.
“You are one of the worst people in this whole mansion! You only look out for you and yours. Entirely selfish! And worse, you manipulate others into following along! You lie, you cheat, you steal, and worse of all, you’re mean!”
Avenger began to pace now. 536 just sort of let him go, as it seemed he had something to get off his chest.
“It costs absolutely nothing to be kind, Eden. Nothing at all. You can be successful while being nice, I do it all the time! But no, you treat people like they’re objects and you spit on anyone that isn’t in the same class as you. It makes me sick! You and your little husband, doing whatever you want because you think you can get away with it. And maybe everyone else lets you because they’re just as bad. But not The Avenger! I am a hero! Not because I want fame or glory, but because it’s the right thing to do!”
Eden didn’t seem to care much for what Avenger had to say, nudging Ms. Peacock and sharing a quiet laugh. Avenger kept going anyway, even if he was being openly ignored and mocked. It was almost as if he expected it.
“You know, I’m set to fight someone just like you in a few days. Exactly. Right down to every last paid-for strand of hair. She’s cruel, she’s intolerant and she's one of the worst people I’ve seen in my line of work.”
“Gardening?” Plum asked, returning with a glass of brandy.
“Gardening? What?” Avenger stared for a moment, confused, and realizing that was likely Mr. Green’s job, shook his head. “No! But it doesn’t matter what I do. The point is, Eden is terrible. That’s not to say the people she argues with are saints, but she and her husband seem to delight in making others suffer, especially if it helps them. The only real friend in that place they do have is someone they basically Stockholm Syndromed into liking them! But who needs friends when you’ve got money, right?”
Mrs. Scarlett nodded her head, surprising him. “That’s the first thing you’ve said I actually agree with, you dolt.”
“Yeah, you would.” Avenger said with disgust. “You know, as a superhero, I try to be the nice guy. I try to say nice things and do what’s right. And yeah, maybe I wouldn’t win against someone like you. Maybe her history as a fighter and her abilities means she might beat me. But the difference I’m gonna keep trying. Maybe I win on Monday, maybe I don’t. But if I don’t, I’ll dust myself off and just try again. She'd have to kill me to stop me, and even though she may not have a problem with that, she’s not gonna be able to do it! I’m the heart of every darn locker room I walk into, and I’m gonna rescue that championship she has and teach her how to be better. I’m going to do it the right way, which is something she hasn’t done for a long time!”
Avenger breathed in, getting his impromptu promo out of his system, and then raised his arms to acknowledge he was done.
Mrs. Scarlett crossed the distance between the two and glared at him. “That was a nice speech, moron, but it doesn’t prove anything. Just because I’m LIKE someone doesn’t mean I did this.”
Avenger gave her a grin with no shortage of malice.
“No, I figured out it wasn’t you halfway through. But it’s about time someone told you who you are to your face.” Vengy said. Good for you, Vengy.
Johnny Wadsworth suddenly got furious. “Well OF COURSE it was one of them!” he shouted. His round head was getting redder and redder by the minute. “They’re awful people! Am I the only one who isn’t crazy? They shouldn’t be allowed to do things like this and keep all their success, when people like Colonel Mustard work hard and get disrespected!”
Wadsworth picked up a candlestick and began to stalk towards the pair, but Avenger held out a hand.
“You don’t want to do that,” he said. Johnny backed down, as Avenger may not be the most threatening figure in the world, but at that moment he was fully ready to make mashed potatoes.
“I didn’t realize you PROTECTED PURE EVIL,” he yelled back. He made no effort to drop the candlestick. “You should have been protecting Ms. Boddy!”
Avenger shot him a glance that seemed to shut him up, for now. “I’m not protecting them. They’re all awful people. But I realized they’re so awful they wouldn’t just do this and keep it a secret. They’d boast about it.”
536, usually the smart one, felt kind of proud of his friend at the moment.
Avenger continued, “And you’re right. I should have protected her. I also should have protected my best friend. The only reason I’m here is because I was going to meet with her to get something I needed to save him. I don’t have TIME to deal with your little drama and stuck up attitudes, because EVERY SECOND he spends where he is, is another second he’s in danger and I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to him. Not again. I won’t do it again. Not after what he did for me.”
The butler started to get angry again, not really caring how angry, tired and guilty our hero was feeling in the moment. Scarlett and White seemed amused by the whole ordeal, seeing Wadsworth angry if nothing else. The rest seemed disinterested in the current conversation.
“WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING? THEY KILLED SOMEONE!” Johnny shouted.
“Not at all, Citizen! In this case...THE BUTLER DID IT!” Avenger then unleashed a furious superhero kick that caught Johnny Wadsworth in the chin, knocking him down on his backside. White and Scarlett actually applauded, with Peacock doing so after. Avenger bent over and looked at the butler in the face as he rubbed his jaw. “You were too quick to blame others. You killed Ms. Boddy so you could make them take the fall! For shame, criminal! You’re going to jail.”
This drew applause from everyone, mostly because no one really liked Johnny. He could be the best person in the world, morally, but he was still insufferable. And in this case, Avenger was sure he was also evil.
Avenger ran to the conservatory and grabbed some rope, before coming back to tie up the villain. At least he could take solace in that he thwarted evil. Now all he had to do was search for the object he needed and…
Suddenly time stopped.
------(A)------
Everything in the room froze...except for the Avenger and 536. All of the other guests remained in place, although if they were aware of it, they didn’t show any signs. Suddenly, Johnny began to get to his feet, still clutching at his jaw.
536 saw him first and got nervous. “Wait, how come they aren’t moving and he is...oh no.”
“You just COULDN”T do what I wanted, could you? No one would have missed them. Not a soul. But no, you just had to figure out the true guilty party. Heroes. You NEVER listen.” he said, his voice starting to sound unlike Johnny. In fact, he started to sound like someone else.
That’s when Johnny grabbed the skin around his neck and pulled upward, ripping his own face off. Except it wasn’t a face, it was a very realistic mask...and underneath was…
“ZOINKS!” Avenger yelped, before hopping into the arms of his companion.
536 immediately dropped him and pointed at the villain. “No, ZEALOT!” he shouted.
Zealot began laughing psychotically as he began to wipe away the paint that made him appear more human. A crazy grin formed on his face as he continued to laugh.
“Ahahahahahahahahaha….Don’t you get it yet, hero? I told you. The multiverse doesn’t need you! And I will make you give up even if I have to continue taking things from you! If you think I’m letting you put together that device to get your friend back, you’re crazier than I am!”
536 had heard enough and started towards the villain, which suddenly Zealot flicked his wrist and paused him in his tracks.
“You only get one hit on me.” He said grimly, and flicked his arm again and suddenly 536 was gone. He completely vanished on the spot. Avenger’s jaw nearly dropped and he turned back to Zealot.
“What did you do?! Where did you send him?”
Zealot began to laugh again. “Don’t worry, I didn’t take him away from you...yet. He’s back on your Earth...but I did send him back through time. Who knows when?”
Avenger didn’t think. He had already lost one friend. He wasn’t about to lose another.
“Send me where you sent him!”
Zealot cocked his head to the side and grinned, drool coming out of his mouth. “Now why would I do that?” he asked.
“DO IT!” Avenger yelled back. He reared up and attempted another superhero kick and then Zealot flicked his wrist. Avenger, like 536, was hurled through time.
Zealot finally made himself disappear and time on Earth #43 returned to normal, with a group of awful people wondering where three of their guests went, ultimately assuming that the butler and the heroes were the ones who killed Ms. Boddy.
TO BE CONTINUED...