Hey everyone! This is just a short one-shot that I wrote for a school project. It's an Alternate ending to The Westing Game. Hope you enjoy and Please Review!

Turtle gazed around the library where all the heirs were gathered. She was the only one in the room that didn't look extremely nervous. Yes, she had played her hand well. She had devised the wording of the will, but forced Westing to write it. Thankfully, that insane millionaire was out of her way for good. She had left no evidence, and no one would suspect a young girl to have been the mastermind behind such a major homicide case. Now it was time to dispose of the others. Everyone was exactly where she needed them.

She had poisoned one of the cups of water that Crowe had brought in a few minutes prior. Walking over to the table holding the water, she called over to her sister, "Do you want some?"

"That would be nice, thank you," Angela replied shyly.

Turtle grabbed the poisoned cup and handed it to her sister. Turtle made her way to the other side of the room to watch and to wait for the results. It took only about a minute. The poison had taken its deadly hold on Angela. The bride-to-be was on her knees, hunched over and coughing viciously. She finally fell over entirely. As her eyes closed and her chest rose and fell for the last time, a small scarlet drop rolled out of the left corner of her mouth.

With tears streaming out of his eyes, Denton Deere lunged at Crowe, his fist connecting with her face. "I hate you!" he screamed as he broke Crowe's neck. "You took her from me!" Denton continued until he was attacked and killed by Otis.

This cycle continued for a while. Grace, saddened by her daughter's and soon-to-be son-in-law's death, attacked the person nearest to her, which happened to be Doug Hoo. She ended his life without a second thought. Shin Hoo became enraged at his son's murder and sought to avenge Doug. He pulled out his small pocket knife he always kept with him and crept towards Grace. He stabbed her in the back before she even knew he was there. Turtle stood quietly, watching the morbid scene with interest.

Jake Wexler was in tears while he exacted revenge on both Shin Hoo and by extension, his wife, Madame Hoo. The Hoos were dead within a minute of Grace's demise. No one else got a chance for revenge though.

Turtle ran down the hall, away from the library where the other heirs were busy with revenge. She pushed a small button on her remote to set off the bomb she had placed in the library. Now she would be the only heir left to receive the fortune.

Suddenly she heard someone running behind her. "Darn!" she thought, "Someone must have followed me!" Turning around she saw Sandy trying to catch up with her. It was a little-known fact that Sandy was Westing's son. Turtle grabbed a small 4-point throwing star from her pocket and launched it. Her aim was perfect and it hit Sandy in the center of his throat. Blood seeped from the wound as he lay on the floor, lifeless. Turtle walked off as if she hadn't just murdered 15 people. She soon would own the whole Westing estate. As far as the authorities knew, the explosion was just Westing's last trick, and Turtle was lucky enough to get away.