WCE (Worst Conspiracy Ever): A Creative Piece

[Carbine Chaos]

Can we make this like an ongoing series? Im already addicted. Im gonna need a sequel after this one is finished.
Sidenote (I totally knew that shuey was gonna be the hero and go all shuperman on Luke Darcy's but!)
even though it hasn't happened yet.
SS and LS BFF's.

Darcy may not prove to be the villain.

There will be one more tonight, almost done. I'll keep posting them tomorrow.

 

[Carbine Chaos]

Shuey’s home looked like any other on the street; 21 Wellingham Lane. However, a dark cloud hung over it on this day. The day that Koby Stevens was murdered; never to return to the warmth of it’s safety, or the spacious interior of Victorian inspiration.

Pushing open the door of his deceased teammates’ room, Luke Shuey couldn’t help but feel an odd sense of foreboding. Was this wrong? It didn’t feel great…like punching a disabled man, or beating North Melbourne at Subi.

“Maybe we shouldn’t go digging, Scooter. We might not like what we find.”

His friend put down the half-eaten churro and stared at Shuey blankly. “It is not the want of man to invade the privacy of a learned colleague. However, some circumstances arise in which the foreseeable act can be defended with honour.”

Shuey looked spellbound at his friend’s vocabulary. “Where did that come from, mate?!”

Scooter pointed at the churro wrapper. “You get a message with every churro.”

“That’s an oddly specific and poignant wrapper.”

The two nodded knowingly, before entering the room. It looked like the room of any teenaged boy; clothes strewn around, sporting posters abound…the stench of death not yet touching it’s contents. Shuey, however, had eyes on one object only.

“Hey Scoots, check this out.”

Approaching Shuey from the back, Scooter could see that he was holding a diary; Koby’s diary. Without any thought, Scooter whipped it out of his friend’s hand and opened it. Two things fell out instantly, and Shuey ducked down quickly to pick them up.

Turning them over in his hand, he was shocked to find the first was a long strand of brown hair. The second, a little more subtle, was a sheet of paper with ‘Meeting Nights’ written on the top. Ominously, last night…the night of Koby’s demise…was on the list. As, Shuey noticed, was that very night.

Shuey rubbed his chin, as if hoping for a high free kick. “Where would he have been going? And who was he meeting?!”

“I know where he used to go.”

Shuey’s heart nearly pounded through his well formed chest at those words. Koby had a secret life he never told me about? We told each other about all the girls we met…and Scooter knew about it…? Why not me?

With a hint of jealously, Shuey responded; “What do you mean; where he used to go?”

Scooter shrugged in characteristic nonplussed fashion. “Used to follow him.”

“Why on Rojo’s green Earth would you do that?”

Scott, again, shrugged. “I’m a defensive mid, mate. It’s what I do.”

Shrugging the shock away like a would-be tackler, Shuey leapt to his feet with excitement. “Scooter, we’re going…shit!”

Shuey ducked to the floor as he spots the auspicious Luke Darcy walking up the driveway towards the house. If he got caught in Koby’s room, sifting through evidence, Darcy would have more ammo to use against him in the race for sporting awards. Maybe even pin the murder on him!

“Scooter, tell me where to go. You stay here and deal with Brave-heart.”

Scooter nodded, leaning in closer to Shuey. The superstar nodded as his defensive friend whispered seductively in his ear.

DING-DONG!

Shuey leaned back and smiled, ignoring the doorbell in the background. “Koby…your death won’t be in vain. I promise.”

TO BE CONTINUED (TOMORROW)...

 

[jdisc]

has throne seriously created AFL fan fics?

 

[Ochre]

“Why on Rojo’s green Earth would you do that?”

 

[FLETCH41]

Bravo, Bravo!!! My favorite line....Scott, again, shrugged. “I’m a defensive mid, mate. It’s what I do.” Ha Ha Ha looking forward to tomorrow thorne89 I wish there was an emoticon for this is awesome

 

[byebyexenxen]

You should publish this. It is that good!!!!

 

[Forward Press]

Shuey sure likes to duck a lot.

 

[EagleCanival]

The Title should be changed from- WCE (Worst Conspiracy Ever): A Creative Piece
to GCE (Greatest Conspiracy Ever): A Piece of Genius

 

[FLETCH41]

thorne89 I have included an excerpt from your awesome work in my signiture ! If it is an infringment of any copyright please let me know

 

[Carbine Chaos]

thorne89 I have included an excerpt from your awesome work in my signiture ! If it is an infringment of any copyright please let me know

I heartily endorse this signature.

 

[byebyexenxen]

I heartily endorse this signature.

We want more...we want more...this is more suspenseful than Five Strings' player of the year countdown.

 

[Patron]

Dude this is actually really really good. Should get it published and sent to all WCE members or something.

 

[Spartan]

 

[getgaff]

This is hilarious Thorne. Keep it up

 

[larrikin]

“That’s an oddly specific and poignant wrapper.”

Scott, again, shrugged. “I’m a defensive mid, mate. It’s what I do.”

Brilliant - my two highlights of the last piece.

 

[EagleCanival]

I have a bad feeling this will end being a dream or along those lines
Can you please confirm it isn't Thorne

 

[beatlesmith]

It didn’t feel great…like punching a disabled man, or beating North Melbourne at Subi.

With a hint of jealously, Shuey responded; “What do you mean; where he used to go?”
Scooter shrugged in characteristic nonplussed fashion. “Used to follow him.”
“Why on Rojo’s green Earth would you do that?”
Scott, again, shrugged. “I’m a defensive mid, mate. It’s what I do.”

 

[Carbine Chaos]

The walk provided Luke with some much needed thinking time. In the space of 24 hours, he had lost his best friend; eaten his first churro; come face to face with his nemesis; and been named on the ball for the big game that weekend against St. Kilda.

St. Kilda…maybe they were somehow involved?

Shaking his head, Shuey laughed at the very notion. For as long as he’d been in the AFL, he’d had nothing but respect for the above board way that the Saints had handled all of their business. No, it had to be somebody less trustworthy.

The address that Scooter had given Luke was a well known pub in Subiaco, the Bearded Clam, an establishment owned by teammate Will Schofield. It was the popular centre for many family-fun activities in the community, like the Michael Gardiner Driving Academy and the Ben Cousins Fun Run. A sinking feeling reached deep into Shuey’s gut, however.

Please don’t tell me Schoey knew about this the whole time, too.

Shuey walked through the open doors of the pub and cautiously walked towards the bar, looking for somebody who appeared to be waiting. A girl with dark hair, Shuey reminded himself, creepily stroking the soft hair in his pocket.

“You shouldn’t be poking your nose in here tonight, mate.”

Busted. Behind the bar, the bearded Schofield had popped up, cleaning glasses with a bemused look upon his face. In many ways the face of the club thanks to his media pursuits, everybody in town knew Schoey; so there was a good chance he may have information on Koby’s ‘meets’.

“You know how it is, Scho…lose a teammate, feel like a drink to ease the spirits.”

After stroking his beard thoughtfully, Schofield leaned in towards Shuey.

“I know why you’re here. You’ll get a lot of people in a lot of trouble for being here. So make like Cale Morton and get out before things get too…contested.”

“Are you threatening me?”

Schofield leaned back, trying to act casually. “It’s not me that is threatening you, mate. But trust me…it’s better left alone.”

Just as a response was coming, Shuey spotted her. In the corner of the pub. Black hair, hunched over, slightly shaking in the cool night breeze. Nervously looking out at the streets and at her iPhone for the time. That had to be her; Koby’s muse…somebody else’s motive?

“I’ll see you ‘round, Schoey.”

Before the bearded man could respond, Shuey took off towards her. Breathing deep, he gathered the courage to take the plunge. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he slowly turned her around so he could see who she was.

“Excuse me, are you waiting for…oh my God…”

A look of recognition and surprise enveloped Shuey’s face.

“You are…”

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[EagleCanival]

Favourite Lines
“I know why you’re here. You’ll get a lot of people in a lot of trouble for being here. So make like Cale Morton and get out before things get too…contested.” (could've also worked woth Bryce Gibbs)
"It was the popular centre for many family-fun activities in the community, like the Michael Gardiner Driving Academy and the Ben Cousins Fun Run"
WHO"S THE GIRL WITH DARK HAIR?!?!

 

[Helenaaargh]

This is brilliant! given me a lot of laughs. You should consider posting this on the main board, it would be a shame if only a handful of us have the opportunity to read it.​

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You have yourself a fan!​

 

[SinkingDeeper]

 

[EagleCanival]

This is brilliant! given me a lot of laughs. You should consider posting this on the main board, it would be a shame if only a handful of us have the opportunity to read it.​

​

You have yourself a fan!​

or at the very least make it a sticky

 

[TheLad!]

damn it, wrong on the saints front,

and just quietly with that beard how is schofield not a bikie,



ahhhhhh
I have it, it was the bikies, who convinced collingwood to do the job (through didak's contacts) and then collingwood convinced lynch, cloke, or nick maxwell to kill koby.

 

[WeSt CoAsT EaGLeS]

A girl with dark hair

Black hair, hunched over

WHO"S THE GIRL WITH DARK HAIR?!?!

 

[Carbine Chaos]

Haha I lol'd.