Fest 4
He was getting headache. It was tough but no excuse to turn off his part. All characters depicted in the panels had odd and criminal thoughts showing through their eyes.
"What nonsense is this? If the first and second staff panel painter is not suspected then should I blame the kids?" Orin could feel his throbbing temples.
He was at the last where the last panel would conclude. He picked the brush. His intentions were not to conclude the panels instead he wanted to annoy the hidden criminal.
He made large beast ready to gulp all the characters in the panels. His unclear pointers were enough to grab the other panels in the eyes of the staff. After they saw him creating lines on his panel, all of them stopped their work.
This was what he wanted after all. They had their hidden reason to create panels yet to see that a big beast was ready to kill all characters, one of the staff members spoke up.
"You ruined your panel as well as the painting." Although the painted face remained the same yet one could feel the hatred in his words.
"See it is just painting and there could be anything in the art and colors so why not beast?" Orin shrugged his shoulders. He didn't look at the man because he was tired of their expressionless faces.
The man spoke again, "It is not just painting, the theme should meet the right ending." He argued. Other wanted to speak but they were not interested to prolong this argument.
They were not emotionally attached to the painting. It was their formal effort to do the task for the sake of museum.
The reason behind the annoyance of this particular man was simple. In his eyes, Orin wanted to show him that no matter how each and every character was careful, the museum owner would keep his hold on them.
The big and small characters were the senior and fresh staff in their eyes.
Others were not here to give objection, they knew that strongest would win no matter if the weakest scheme against him. The hidden theme was as clear like the summer day.
That's why they decided to remain silent. While this particular staff disagreed. Orin nodded, "For me this is the right ending. The others have their intentions maybe pure or impure while the strongest would not give it shit to their intentions. He has power to rule. Do you dare deny?" Orin slapped on the table.
He was hundred percent sure that this particular person has the criminal thoughts. He was painting fourth panel where the kid broke the wings of the butterfly, there were easy expressions on the face of the child after doing this work.
So it was apparent that the particular staff was eager to break the wings in order to see whether the butterfly would still fly.
"I would deny be it strongest or the cruelest." The staff stood up from his seat. He was ready to run away. Orin hurried behind and grabbed him from his neck. "The criminal should taste the fruit of his wrongdoings." Orin twisted his neck in the next instant.
It took him lot trouble. If it had been direct battle he would not have minded but burning the brain cells was worse. He was glad that he didn't disappoint his team head.
Third team was able to kill two suspects while the first team killed one.
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Jake had the dark clothing of the staff. Dead hall staff had only one table and seven staff members. The table was given at last part of the Hall because most other halls disliked dead hall staff.
They wore black overall with stinking smell of rotten lingering their bodies. No matter how many times they cleaned their clothing and bodies, it remained same.
Now that it became taboo for their hall so they were treated according to it. Jake reached the table and sat there. None of the seven were interested to chat with others because no one want to stink their noses.
They were eating snacks like the uncultured. The crumbs falling on the table and floor from their mouths. They were careless that others passed by mocking their manners.
Jake held his nose, his black overall was stinking so do the other's. Dead hall was added in the list of suspects because of the haunted object.
Now it was necessary to distinguish the disloyal in order to clean up dead hall. Jake found it hard to see them eating. He could only wait so that they stuff their stomachs before sober talk.
Today they were ready to share their innate hatred against their job. It was most paying job in the entire museum. Those who took care dead hall were paid well to maintain their sanity.
It was not easy to keep seeing dead mummies everyday without puking guts out. The owner paid them well however it had been long that fresh staff didn't join them. Once or twice people got tempted by the payment however they ran away, some of them never came the next day on the job.
The owner of the museum was oblivious that half of the dead hall staff was already dead from inside. They were no more human. Their thoughts always remained clouded. It was the daily routine that they followed yet the sanity slowly crumbled.
Their natures turned wild and they barely keep recognize anything when the staff of other halls mock them.
They had their own worlds in their heads where they were struggling to survive. One of them finished tea and threw the empty cup at the other staff. "Take it and refill again. I am thirsty." He sneered.
"You do not pay me for the hall job." The staff replied in the same tone.
"I know buddy, we both are paid by the deads. Haha..." the first man started laughing madly.
It was type of joke that they most of the heard from the same staff members.