• The sun settled in the western sky, and the bustling city soon settled down. Jeremy paced with his dad to the hotel that the candidates for mayor were meeting for a press conference. ”Dad why do we have to walk? We have a car,” Jeremy yelled at his dad “and besides its freezing. “
    “We walk for the reason that we would arrive there exceedingly late,” his dad said in his large vocabulary.
    Jeremy stuffed his hands in his pockets even farther mumbling something profane.
    They got to the hotel and the receptionist said “You must be one of the candidates. Your seat is up on the stage. Then the candidate said “Can I have the room number of the ex-mayors room? We set up the room for our sons.”
    “Yes right away sir.”
    “What? No not that freak! He belongs in the fifties I tell you!” Jeremy yelled angrily and a bit worried. “I refuse to talk to that acne ridden kid!”
    The receptionist gave Jeremy the key and he waved his dad goodbye. After Jeremy went upstairs the other candidates walked in, Roger Morris a kind looking middle aged man, Vlad Blakeney a very old and eccentric looking man, James Nero young handsome man and Mortis Devon a middle aged man who was rejected many times as the mayor.
    Room 120, room 121, room 122… Jeremy thought to himself, he looked at the door and let out a sigh. He turned the knob and walked inside the room. The boy was sitting by the radio listening to the press conference that was about to start. Jeremy looked at the T.V the wall not far off from the mayor’s son.
    “There’s such thing as a T.V you know,” Jeremy mumbled to himself.
    “My dad says that television makes your brain decay.”
    Jeremy turned the T.V on to the channel the press conference was taking place. Mortis Devon was talking into the microphone saying great things about the town but how they could improve. Just in the middle of his answer he grunted and fell over and the reporters and the police rushed towards Mortis. The T.V soon went fuzzy on the screen and there was a big booming sound. Jeremy looked out the window and a building was falling towards the hotel. Jeremy yelled out alarmed, “Run!!”
    The boy looked up from his little spot and looked at the building and yelled. They charged towards the door and ran down the halls into the panicked group of people; and ran downstairs into the recreational room where most of the ruckus was.
    “Everybody calm down,” yelled the police officer. Everybody quieted down. “Now Mortis has died and has a shot wound.” Jeremy took the mayors son up to Mortis.
    The mayors son blurted out, “Something smells funny.”
    “What,” Jeremy questioned.
    “Smells like cyanide,”
    “How would you know Seth?”
    Seth dropped his head. “Just get away from the smell.
    “Now let’s get to the bottom of this case we are going to have each and one of you pull everything and throw it out on the rug, oh but uh not your wallets,” the police man said so every one started throwing their things on the rug, but their weren’t any weapons on the floor. “O.K somebody throw out a gun otherwise I’ll have to search Ya.”
    Nobody threw anything out. “O.K, guess I’ll have to search you.” Then there was another bang and another candidate, Roger, dropped on the floor and the people scattered to the door. To there dismay the door was blocked by derbies.
    “We can assume that one of us is the murderer” James said extending his hand to the candidates.
    “But why would one of you kill each other,” the police man questioned
    “Maybe to get in office.” Jeremy’s dad clarified .
    “Yes indeed,” Vlad said hoarsely.
    Jeremy went up to the podium.
    Looking around the podium Jeremy found a note that said: xetn eron
    Wait thought Jeremy, “This note says Nero next,” he then yelled out.
    Another bang went off and Nero dropped down.
    Only three candidates were left Jeremy’s dad, Roger and Vlad.
    Seth looked around the pile and found a part that looked like a gun and the initials were engraved on it I.V.B
    “Ivan Vlad Blakeney! That’s the killer!”
    Then the police man yelled out in pain.
    “Who was tha-,” the police man started to say but dropped down dead revealing a knife in his back and the old eerie man with a wicked smirk.
    “No one leaves here alive!” yelled out Vlad “ I arranged the press conference to lure the candidates here so I could make myself the mayor! But now that every one knows I guess I can kill you all!” He picked up the police mans gun and a remote from his pocket. “If you try to stop me this building is going boom!” The candidates sat in their chairs petrified. “Which one should I kill first the leading man in the election?” He pointed the gun to Jeremy’s dad, “or the rich man?” he said pointing the gun at Roger.
    Jeremy went up to Vlad and the old man pointed the gun to Jeremy “or you?”
    Jeremy looked at his dad helplessly.
    Then out of nowhere Seth tackled the old man and the remote and the gun went flying. Jeremy dove and grabbed for the remote, but it slipped out of hand and there was a gigantic explosion.
    The building started to collapse but just in the knick of time the fire fighters broke through the wreckage and people started flooding through the door. The police man who took charge only feinted of pain and ran outside with the others.
    Vlad struggled to get up but a rafter fell on his back and the building collapsed on him. Jeremy thought about this soon after the catastrophe happened. It made him think: what would happen on Election Day?