It was dark. And warm. Moist, like his mother’s sponge cake fresh out of the oven. He couldn’t open his eyes. They were too heavy to. He almost debated reaching up to touch his eyes to make sure they were still there. And oh. Once he tried to move his hands up to his eyes, something tight gripped his wrist. Something cold and tight. He lightly shook his wrist against each other. A light tinkling noise filled the room. Yet there was an extremely heavy force pulling against his arms. So that’s how it was. He was trapped. He couldn’t move and he couldn’t open his eyes. Yet, he hadn’t tried to speak yet. He started to croak out some sort of noise, but a firm hand place itself over his mouth. And that’s when he started to scream. He screamed so loud he almost missed the soft whisper in his ear. “Shouldn’t scream so loud. You’ll dehydrate fast.” Her voice was light and soft. A delicate petal of a flower. “Who are.. who are you?” he groaned. His voice cracked, coarse from screaming. “Your girlfriend, Cal!” Cal finally had enough strength to open his eyes. She was beautiful. Blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a teen in a beach movie. She was physically fit and looked like she supported a lot of muscle. A beauty. Or maybe not, he took one look in her eyes and almost lost his lunch. In her eyes there was some twisted sadistic look. And she was devouring him with it. “Girl..friend?” he whispered. He couldn’t trust his own voice. Was this even happening? “Of course! I was going to wait for a more formal meeting but..” She leaned closer to his face. “You and DeeDee were getting far too.. oh what’s the word! Shoot! Comfortable I guess.” She leaned away from his face and smiled. “Oh and you won’t be leaving anytime soon.” She slowly starting backing towards a door. “I’m sorry my love. I must go now. I love you.” She calles slamming the door behind him. “What a psycho bitch.” He thought miserably.

“You’ve got the wrong guy!” he shouted, dazed and confused. “But all the evidence points to you! Which means you must be the culprit.” Zachary said. Pointing an accusing finger in Ethan’s direction. “But.. But it couldn’t be me!” He said desperate as his friends looked at him in disgust. “PLEASE!” He cried. But it was too late everyone had seen through his facade. He was the killer. He woke up in a cold sweat. The prickle of perspiration and the heaves of his breath confused him. Was he dead? Where was he? He kicked off the strange covers of the strange bed and placed his feet on the icy floor. He shuddered. He made his way towards the door, hand just grasping the knob and… The door flew open! “Hey wake up!” Someone said. The light from the hallway was too bright and Ethan covered his face and grimaced. “What’s going on?” he muttered.
“I’m not sure… But let’s go talk with everyone and find out!” The boy coming into focus’s said. Ethan gasped. “By the way I’m Zachary! Let’s be friends!” Ethan turned white and followed the “stranger” with a nod.

“NOBODY PANIC!” The teacher yelled helplessly as the students ran out of the room. His voice was drowned out over the sound of 30 pairs of feet pushing past each other. There had never been a drill like this before. The teacher lightly jogged to catch up to his students. But it was no use. Most of them were long gone. Screaming and panicked whispers drifted past him as Mr. Simeon contemplated on what to do. He bit his lip in anticipation and decided to start walking up stream. Most of the students had cleared out anyways. He walked a good ways until he was certain he was alone. The only sound his raspy breath and the now quieting sounds of the schools alarm. Something bubbled in Mr. Simeon’s chest. Fear? Confidence? He decided on the latter as he pushed the heavy mahogany door open. A small grunt made his lips part as his shoulder heaved the door open. It was dark in the room. Too dark. He considered waiting for his eyes to adjust before moving forward. But his thoughts were interrupted by a voice across the room. “Step forward ranking number 13.” Mr. Simeon gulped. ‘So much for that.” He thought. He cautiously stepped forward. “Sir, I heard the announcement and I…” “ENOUGH!” The voice silenced him. “ You know why your here yes?” “Of course sir I..-“ “Then you will not utter a word in my presence.” Mr. Simeon nodded. It was best not to question the way of those above him. “Now if you are done interrupting me boy I will speak of your mission.” Mr. Simeon’s eyes began to adjust. The only thing he saw was eyes that seemed to glow across the room. They reminded him of a blood moon.. “It’s lurking the school grounds. Near the East Wing. I trust that all the students have gotten out safe. You may carry on your mission.” Mr. Simeon gulped grabbing the dagger in his pocket. He turned to leave. Well it’s not or never…