AUTHOR'S NOTES: Haha, here is the next chapter to my take on the middle of the wizard Heir. Do you want to know something ironic; for those of you who read the author's notes for the last chapter, I complained about how Linda Downey was not exactly the mother of the year , right? I feel bad, because two days later my own mother passed away. Go figure that! I complained about one mother and mine sort of up and died on me. Now out my whole immediate family, I'm the only one taking this rather well. This isn't to say i don't miss her cause i do greatly. She was the one who would throw ideas at me or try to help me with a stupid word i couldn't freaking spell. But i do thank God he let me spend the time with her he did so to say in the least, this chapter came out of the stress from losing her.

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO CAROLINA GOMEZ: MY MOMMY.

Now enough depressing stuff, hope you enjoy this, cause I sort of liked writing it.

DON'T OWN SADLY; CINDA WILLIAM CHIMA DOES!

Forgotten

Chapter 2

Seph spent the day sitting inside the library, out in the open so that everybody could see him. He wanted people to know where he was, just in case someone needed to find him. He spent his entire school day there; missing every meal. Waiting inside the library until he was forced from its walls. He walked into the cold night air and made his way to his room, passing the small damp yard along the way. He let out a deep long sigh, his frustration showing through his tired face.

He finally made it to his room to find the door ajar. He tiptoed quietly so whoever to the room so not to be noticed. He dropped his back with a soft and quiet thump onto the floor of the hallway and pushed the door open a little more so he could see inside. He crouched down low, standing on the ball of his feet, and leaned against the wall with his back. He heard two hushed voice arguing about something; he couldn't hear what they said. He could hear shuffling, the pulling out of drawers, then the rustle of paper. "Found it," came a husky voice from the other side of the door. "Hm, looks like little Seph wants to make good on his promise. He sure does have a funny way of wording suicide though."

There was the rustle of paper again, like it was being passed. "I guess, but I kind of feel bad for the kid though. He's held out for so long against the headmaster and now we have to go and do this. I mean after Trevor, you would think he would've given up. But the kid is strong I'll give him that much. I think the Headmaster knows, now that Jason Haley is out of the way, there is nothing stopping him from making Seph basically disappear."

"You're thinking too much on this again. He has had since September to come around; times up now and Leicester wants him in his control now." At that the voices stopped talking and moved towards the door. Seph sprung up from his spot, but from the lack of sleep combined with stress, he tripped over his own two feet and feel flat on his face. He could hear himself give a loud yelp as he hit the floor, the quiet hallway making it seem louder than what it really was. The next thing he knew was a shadow standing over him, giving a soft chuckle. "Look what we have here Martin, were you spying on us Joseph?"

When Seph looked up he found Warren Barder standing above him, talking in a condescending voice. Seph tried to get up but was stopped by a foot planting itself in his back. He turned his head to look over his shoulder and glared at him. Oh, how he could hate this man. Barder chuckled softly again and pulled his foot off Seph's back; leaning down and placing his hand in his unruly curls. "Hm, who would have thought you would make our job that much easier?" he used a voice saved for when disciplining a young child. "Will you be a good little boy or are you going to make this hard on yourself? Which will it be Joseph?" he stood back up and placed his foot back on Seph's back, taking a little pleasure in the young man's pain.

"Get off of me." He let out in a hoarse whisper. The man's foot pushed against his spin painfully, making it hard to breath. "That wasn't an answer Seph." He let out a long groan as the bigger man twisted his foot, digging it deeper into his already tender back. "LET ME UP!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, finally dislodging him from his back. He took the chance and sprang up; this time without an accident. He took off down the hallway, heading for the stairs, chancing a look over his shoulder to see Warren and Martin in hot pursuit. He ran down the stairs reaching the bottom in minutes, but hey might as well of been hours to him.

He finally made it to the entrance when he tried to open the front door to the dormitories. He fumbled with the lock, his hands shaking furiously and his fingers not quite cooperating with him. Just as he got the door open and he stepped out into the night air, he felt a hand grab his shoulder, ripping his t-shirt at the neck. He was tugged against Warren's chest while restraining arms kept him from moving his upper body. He trashed in his arms trying to free himself from the restricting hold. "Let go… let go…" he whined out.

Warren began to move then; pulling him towards the lake. He was pushed forward when they were a short distance away from it. He scrambled to his feet and tried to back away. Not think of what he was really doing or the fact he was being stirred towards the lake on purpose, he ran into it, trying to get away from the immediate threat that was after him. When he entered the water he turned back to see warren was a short distance behind him. Fear over took him as went further in the water, having it come up to his waist when he looked back again. The second time he checked though he couldn't see the man anymore. It was if he had vanished.

He looked around, trying to see into the darkness that the night gave him. The moon was really the only source of light, with the exception of a few lamps here and there. His breaths came out in gasps, panic gripped his heart painfully. This whole situation was as if he walked into one of his many nightmares. He could feel someone watching him, waiting for him to come out. His mind was foggy, nothing really made sense, the only thing he could think of was getting away from this place and every threat in it. He went further into the water then, feeling it come up onto his chest.

"Joseph! Come out of there this instant! What are you doing?!" he turned to see who was yelling at him. Barder stood at the shore line with none other than the man responsible for all of this; Gregory Leicester. He was yelling at him, but why? His man was the one who chased him right? He had to get away from them! The only option given to him was going into the water! "Joseph, come out of the water please. Come on out so we can talk." Seph shook his head violently, muttering to himself.

"No, no, no , no, NO, NO!" he voice started out soft and worked into a scream. "LEAVE ME ALONE! …Just leave me alone…" the last sentence came out as a whisper. He turned himself away from the group of Alumni forming and tried to move further into the water. He couldn't really swim though; fear gripped his heart tighter than before, would he drown if he went further in? Drowning was a very slow way to die, painful almost.

He heard a splash behind him, he turned to see Warren Barder and Bruce Hays come in after him. This sent him into to panic mode. Not thinking about drowning any more he went further in to where he felt the water come up to his neck. He lost his footing for a moment and went under, his lungs filled with water as he opened his mouth in shock and swallowed. He felt someone wrap their arms around his chest and haul him up to the surface again. He looked up and saw the face of Barder, he was tugged tight to the older boy's chest while Hays got his legs together and picked up his lower half. He was dragged back to the shore. Though he was a little weak and disorientated, he struggled in their hold, scratching at the arms that held his chest and trying to kick out of the other. He was finally brought back to shore and laid down on the sand.

When he was released, he tried to get away but the strong arms that held him before were back and holding him down. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes and began to fall. "No…" he whimpered and groaned.

A large shadow came over him, cover the moon light that was encasing his body. He felt an almost tender gentle hand card through his wet hair, pushing it away from his face. "Shhhh, it's alright Joseph, everything is okay." He looked up to Leicester leaning over him; he was passing a syringe to another boy off to his right as he lifted his shirt, exposing his slim wait and hips. Warren and Bruce held him tighter so he wouldn't move. There was a sharp pain then a numbing sensation that swept through his body from his side. After a few minutes he felt sluggish and overly tired. Had they drugged him with an anaweir drug?

He could feel himself be lifted into strong arms. He didn't have the strength to fight anymore, he was so tired. The warmth from the body that held him was almost welcoming. His head fell against the hard chest of Barder as he was carried bridal style to the Alumni's building. The last thing he heard before he let the overwhelming darkness claim him was the Headmaster's sinister voice.

"Looks like I won Joseph."

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hope you liked it. What do you think should happen next? I think I'll make Barder do something yo Seph, what do you think though? Any suggestions? Thank you for reading this far.

THANK YOU TO BRENNA13 FOR FAVORITING AND FOLLOWING THIS STORY, YOU MADE MY DAY WHEN YOU DID.

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For now it's Summerstar signing off! Catch you on the flip side! FIGHTING!

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