Middles Turn Good by Minim
Summary:

Too much of a co-incidence?


Categories: St Clare's House Characters: Cecil Maynard, Hilda Annersley, Kathie Ferrars, Nancy Wilmot, Nell Wilson, OC, Phil Maynard
School Period: Future, Switzerland
School Name: Chalet School
Genre: None
Challenges:
Series: Murders in Switzerland
Chapters: 3 Completed: No Word count: 1681 Read: 5591 Published: 09 Jan 2012 Updated: 20 Jul 2012

1. Chapter 1 - Hilda, Nell, Nancy, and Kathie by Minim

2. Chapter 2 - Child's Play by Minim

3. Chapter 3 - A long time ago... by Minim

Chapter 1 - Hilda, Nell, Nancy, and Kathie by Minim

Three mistresses were in an office. One was sitting, head down, pale as night. Two were standing observing the sitting one.

"Nance, wipe that blood off your face," whispered Kathie Ferrars.

"Why are you whispering?" said Nancy Wilmot in the same tones.

"The middles have this room bugged," said Kathie.

"Have you forgotten that at the start of term they came and apologised and removed them all, and then gave us the radio that they'd listened to us on?" Nancy said. "Check the door,"

Kathie looked through the door. "Not a middle in sight. None of them have acted up recently, since the beginning of term, that's weird. Not so much as a slang fine for them,"

"Either that shows the good control that Felicity has as Head Girl, she's changed a heck of a lot, or they're covering up some other mischief,"

"Nance, she's awakening," said Kathie, giving her fellow a sharp poke.

"She is,"

The figure at the desk was slowly, slowly, moving her head up. As it went up, the pale shade of her skin and the marks on her neck became obvious, as did the blackness of the eyes. Eventually she was sitting up straight.

"Ah," she said. "Well. I'm... different. A new person... with two extra-long teeth?"

"Hilda, about that Middle's thing, the being extra good, there's something funny going on. Hello you two. Hey! Don't grab me like that! Hilda, help me,"

"I am helping you," said Hilda Annersley, with an air of calmness. "Now hold still. This isn't going to hurt a bit,"

"What's going on?" asked Nell.

"I am bequeathing you eternal life, just as it has been bequeathed to me,"

Hilda moved her friends hair to reveal two marks.

"Ha, Hilda, when I found Nancy was one, she turned me, we arranged to turn you,"

"Without telling me that you were one, I presume," Hilda said, although her eyes, which were still black as night, twinkled with stars. "How come your eyes are the right colour?"

"You hate those glasses," said Nell. "I have a variety of coloured contact lenses, it's how I've had the right colour of eye and been able to see properly, I'll go get the ones I bought for you for your next birthday present,"

And Nell was gone.

Somebody knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Hilda whispered.

"It's that weird girl who doesn't seem to age," said Kathie. "Hilda, go hide yourself,"

Hilda went and hid herself. Kathie called "Come in!"

"Hello Miss Ferrars," said the girl, fast becoming flustered. "I didn't know you were here,"

"Miss Annersley in?" asked she.

"No," said Kathie. "What's the problem?"

"I've found a corpse," said the girl.

"If that's the body of Thekla von Stift, she's been there ages," said Kathie. "We can't afford anything,"

"Not that corpse, another corpse. A fresh corpse. That of Felicity Maynard, our prestigious Head Girl,"

"Oh, that was bound to happen," said Nancy.

The girl looked, startled, from Kathie to Nancy. She'd thought that Miss Ferrars was alone in there, probably doing some errand.

"Oh, were you two - together? Sorry,"

And the girl scuttled away.

"I don't know what she expects," said Hilda, coming out from the closet.

"I think I do," said Nancy. "I'll stay here with Hilda until she gets her contacts while you can search for the corpse,"

"Nah, I'll stay, you can find the corpse,"

"I was taught by Hilda, you know,"

"Yes, but you've been here longer and you know your way around,"

Hilda smiled. This was like an old married couple's argument.

"I've got the lenses," announced Nell.

Hilda put them in. "I'm going to look for the corpse. All of you can stay here if you want,"

Hilda went. Nell took out a laptop from her bag and opened it up.

"Don't tell Hilda," said Nell. "But once I was a member of Torchwood..."

Chapter 2 - Child's Play by Minim

The trio in the office watched as Miss Annersley walked along to the place where the body had been found.

"What does this do?" said Nancy, pressing two random keys.

Hilda was walking along a corridor when two letters flashed across her eyes: ef.

"What the ****?" exclaimed Hilda.

None of the office had noticed that Hilda had said anything, but Nancy felt that it was only right to explain.

Hilda, she wrote. Those conta---

"What are you doing, you'll give me away!" shouted Nell.

"We need to stop her from panicking," Nancy explained.

Little did they know that Hilda had taken it all in her stride after her outburst, as, and don't tell Nell, she had once been a member of Torchwood herself. She grabbed the nearest phone, dialled a number, and waited, all without looking in the direction of the phone.

The trio in the office jumped as the phone went.

"Don't worry, I'll deal with it," Nell said. "Hello?"

"Nell, we need to talk. About Torchwood," Hilda said, her calm tones penetrating Nell.

"So, you know I signed up for about a year before I came to the Chalet School?" said Nell. "And rejoined for a while in Switzerland before you lot came along?"

"Not the details you put forward just now," Hilda said. "But I suspected as soon as the letters e and f appeared in front of my eyes. I suspect Nancy pressed them, as Kathie's not with you,"

Nell looked around, and sure enough, no Kathie Ferrars was there.

"Where's Kathie gone?" asked Nell.

"Checked the cupboard?" replied Hilda.

Nell checked the cupboard to find Gaudenz.

"Err... Hilda? Why have you imprisoned Gaudenz in a cupboard?"

Nancy giggled. "That's just a clone, silly. We all have one. The real Gaudenz doesn't have time for women and to be honest, no woman has ever approached him and talked sexual,"

"Err... Hilda? Why do you have a cloned Gaudenz in your cupboard?"

But the line was dead. Nell went to the computer.

Why do you have a cloned Gaudenzin your cupboard? she typed.

Hilda took out a notepad.

Nell, I do believe you missed out a space she wrote. Such terrible English!

Shut up Hilda, and do get on with it Nell typed.

"Good afternoon, Miss Annersley," Phil and Cecil Maynard said to the headmistress.

"Good afternoon, girls," said Miss Annersley.

"Auntie Hilda, do you know where Felicity is, by any chance?" asked Cecil. "We've not seen her for ages, even though we all know about Phil and the sour cream,"

"Hi, Felicity wouldn't have said anything about that," said Phil. "It was perfectly ithin the school rules and unlike you, she actually had a sense of humour,"

Hilda said nothing, although she made note of the past tense.

"She would have said something to you about maybe trying to be less of an idiot," said Cecil.

"No," said Phil. "She said she was fed up of having to lecture me time after time and she might as well not do it seeing as I never learnt from it,"

"She only said that to shame you to stop you from doing it again in the future," said Cecil.

Miss Annersley slipped off, and diverted down into the cellar, where it reeked of dead body.

Felicity was in the corner, a rope around the neck and tied to the ceiling. There was also a lot of blood and blood means cuts. And in another corner, was...

There was another phone right next to her, and Hilda dialled.

"Hilda, how come you know of Torchwood, and how come you've got a clone Gaudenz?"

"Never mind about that now," said Hilda. "There's something you need to see,"

Nell was in the cellar within 2 minutes. "What do I need to see?"

Hilda pointed into the corner.

"Oh my god," said Nell. "Back again? And look at what's on the wall,"

The word 'TRAITOR' was written in blood on the wall. And in the corner was...

"It looks like she's back," said Hilda, spitting.

...a little girl's doll.

Chapter 3 - A long time ago... by Minim
Author's Notes:

This shows how much T&M has infiltrated my brains...

Madge, Joey, and the Robin were all taking a walk within the school grounds.

"Zoe, I'm scared," the Robin said, widening her eyes to look into the face of the person she adored the most. "When is all of this going to stop?"

"Soon, my Robinette," Joey replied. "They reckon they've found the weapon now, so it shouldn't take too long to determine the murderer's identity now,"

"But what if he is never caught?" the Robin persued. "And he stays here forever, killing people?"

"That won't happen," Madge said firmly. "And if it does, we'll move. I think I should cut down on the thriller novels if I were you,"

"Oui, tante Marguerite," The Robin said.

"You run along now," Madge said. "Miss Smith will be waiting for you,"

The Robin ran along, and now only Joey and Madge walked their way around.

"There's something you've not told us," Joey said, as soon as the Robin was out of earshot.

"Yes, well..." said Madge. "I wasn't sure if I should. But I can trust you not to say anything about it, can't I?"

"Go ahead Madge, not a word will escape from my mouth about it," Joey grinned.

"Well, this murderer has a signature," Madge went on. "At each murder site, a doll was found, lying on the floor,"

"Freaky," Joey said. "A bit like voodoo,"

"Jo!" Madge cried out.

"Sorry, sorry, carry on please," Jo replied.

"Well, I managed to sneak away with one of these,"

"Madge, that's tampering with the evidence,"

"I want you to look at it, Jo," Madge said, pulling it out.

"But that's Evelyn's doll!" Jo recognised it at once, having seen the younger girl play with it. "What was that doing there?"

"I don't know," Madge said. "It might be that Evelyn misplaced it and the murderer picked it up, but I don't think so somehow. Evelyn's always taken good care of her, I've heard, she wouldn't leave it lying around,"

"Are you considering that someone stole it?" Jo said. "But what kind of maniac would break in to a girl's school just for kid's doll's?"

Madge didn't reply.

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