That Night, the last murderer crept out of bed and followed the river downstream untilit flowed under the iron fence around the set. When a quick scan didn't reveal Nerwen's body anywhere, the murderer was forced to admit that the body was lost, and a proper burial couldn't happen. All the more resentful of the rest of the cast, the murderer walked back towards the trailers and stopped in what was basically the center, looking around.
"Eenie, meanie, miney, mo," the murderer said, pointed between the different trailers. "Pick an actor by the toe. If he hollers, kill him slow. Eenie, meanie, miney mo." After a pause, the murderer added under his/her breath, "I think I just creeped myself out..."
But, creepings aside, the trailer - and thus the victim - had been selected. The murderer went to kick in the door, hestitated, and used the doorknob instead - no reason to alert all the rest of the cast at the same time. The murderer crept over to where the victim was sleeping and threw a pillow over Boro's face, unaware that Boro had taken to sleeping with a knife on hand.
Foley gasped as Boro's knife dug into her belly. "You...you murderer!" she whimpered.
"Oh, you're one to talk," Boro grumbled.
Foley slumped against the wall opposite Boro.
"My only question is, why'd you do it?" Boro asked, sitting up. "You had to know we wouldn't take it lying down."
"You...were...lying down," Foley gasped. "All of you were...when we killed you."
"Not the point."
"The...Director told us to."
"So you killed her?"
"She's not dead. We never killed her. She helped us...fake her own death. You were the first ones to...kill anyone."
"But we weren't the only ones. You killed too."
"Out of...self-preservation," Foley gasped out, her face starting to turn white. "And...revenge."
"So we're all murderers," Boro said. "But here's the difference...we're murderers who survived."
Foley glared. "How...dare..." her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't muster the air to talk - she could barely breathe. Instead she closed her eyes, pulled the knife from her stomach, and flung it at Boro. She was aiming for his head. She hit his throat.
When the rest of the cast found the two bodies the next day, they also found the Director sitting nearby, carefully avoiding the blood-stained walls, floor, and sheets.
"Well done," she told them. The cast started blankly at her. "You won," she said. "And the show got tons of viewers - enough to justify a Season Two! Your acting carrers will, I'm sure, recieve a sizeable boost from your stint here. Now run along home."
"So this wasn't real?" Galadriel55 finally asked.
"Oh, no, it was real," the Director said.
"The public is okay with everyone dying?" Sally asked. "Glirdy, Zil, McCaber, Eomer - no one cares that they're dead?"
"Not really," the Director said. "They're used to watching violence. Most of them probably didn't even notice that we didn't say 'no one was harmed in the making of this show'."
"We'll tell them. You'll never get your Season Two. You'll go to jail!" Eruhen said.
"And you'll go to jail for killing Glirdy, McCaber, Shasta, and Nerwen," the Director said. "Run along, now. The gate's open. Go have nice little lives or some such. Enjoy your victory."
"It's a pretty hollow victory!" Eonwe protested.
"Then enjoy your survival," the Director said. "I don't really care what you do, just go do it."
And they did.
Starring
Tum as Frodo the Ordo
Foley as Sam the Murderer (Night 5)
Sally as Merry the Ordo
G55 as Fredregar Bolger the Ordo
Eruhen as Gimli the Ordo
Eonwe as Boromir the Ordo
Boro as Gandalf the Hunter (Night 5)
Bom Tombadillo as Tom Bombadil the Ranger
Glirdy as Glorfindel the Ordo (Day 1)
Zil as Elrond the Ordo (Night 2)
McCaber as Aragorn the Ordo (Day 2)
Shasta as Legolas the Murderer (Day 3)
Eomer as Pippin the Seer (Night 4)
Nerwen as Galadriel the Murderer (Day 4)
Lottie as The Director
Village wins.
Wolves lose.
The End.