This chapter is dedicated to everyone on my Twitter role-play. I love you all :3. Ha, I am breaking out of the writer's thing. Oh well, my story, my rules! Muahahahaha.
Make everything as simple as possible, but not simpler.
- Albert Einstein
Chapter Thirteen
9:05 hours left, 10:00 PM
Fabian's POV
We sat outside near the school for a while; the fire had seemed to go out on its own. I had no idea how it was possible, unless Mr. A somehow got it. Knowing him, he probably did, and we didn't even notice. But it wouldn't have been any help to us; he would have easily been able to get out of our grasps.
He was such a sneaky person. He was able to take all these pictures, watch our every move, and somehow make a 'game' out of it all. He had to be crazy, brilliant. Someone dumb couldn't do this, it was way too complex. He had everything mapped out, and apparently, everything was going according to plan.
Eventually, we all headed our way back to Anubis, bringing the box with us. There was no point in staying outside; we could look over them in the house. While we only have about nine hours left, we were all becoming tired, and emotionally drained.
Don't get me wrong, I still wanted to find Nina. And I wouldn't stop until I did. As soon as we got to Anubis, I planned on chugging down an energy drink, to insure I wouldn't fall asleep. But I needed to sort out my own feelings, or I would end up cracking. Everything was becoming really complicated and difficult, not to mention dangerous. The past mysteries we had suddenly seemed like nothing compared to this.
Alfie opened the door for us, and we all quietly came in, nobody seemed to notice us. While it was already ten o'clock, Victor seemed to be gone. He must have already made his speech, hence why nobody was around.
We all trudged into the living room silently, and I went and grabbed an energy drink from the cabinet. Jerome stashed them there; it wasn't the cleverest of places. I had found it nearly a year ago, and occasionally I stole one from him. He never seemed to notice.
Alfie placed the box on the table, and emptied it. He then set all the photos out, moving them so it went like a timeline, using the dates. I kept my gaze away once I went over, andsat on the couch. I didn't want one look at them.
"Did anyone notice that there are numbers bolded in each date?" Amber suddenly wondered, glancing at all of us. I forced myself to look down at them, realizing she was right.
06/13/2002
09/02/2003
08/3/2004
04/11/2005
03/21/2006
01/18/2007
09/13/2008
04/16/2009
07/02/2010
05/09/2011
03/22/2012
03/12/2013
I grabbed a notepad, and scribbled down all the dates, circling the ones that he had bolded. The numbers had to mean something, but what? Together, they meant absolutely nothing. There had to be a secret meaning behind them.
Eddie suddenly came into the room, whistling as if he wasn't supposed to be asleep. I quickly shuffled the photos into a pile, not wanting him to get into all of this. It was bad enough we were in it.
"Being all secretive? Course." Eddie promptly responded, darting his eyes towards my notepad. He seemed to be studying the numbers, and I didn't move it away. Maybe he had the answer; I wouldn't stop him from giving it to us. But I would make sure to keep him away from the mystery itself.
"Are you trying to decode those numbers or something?" Eddie questioned. "I used to make up number codes as a kid. To figure them out, you would have to follow this code. 'A' would equal one, 'B' would equal two, and so on. Try that." He declared, before making his way into the kitchen. I watched him, and all he did was grab one of Jerome's energy drinks, and leave.
I stared back down at my notepad, was he right? Was the answer that simple, right inside of a child's game? I gazed over at Patricia, who was nervously sitting next to Alfie. Amber was leaning on Alfie's shoulder, speechless.
I quickly began to use the method Eddie gave me, which was more difficult than I thought. I soon drew out a key, making it a whole lot easier. Within minutes, a name was written down on my paper.
Mick Campbell.
Shorter chapter. That's because I didn't want to rush into Mick's situation… So, why do you think his name is scribbled on that paper? Is he Mr. A? Is he another victim? Leave your comment in a review, and my fairy assistant, Peter, will leave you a review.
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