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Kudos to Annie and Megan if they read this! (And Wallace is dead forever!)

Chapter 9-
Duncan's POV

The door slowly opened and I lifted my head up. I had been looking down at my hand, which Violet had been holding. Her hand slipped out of mine and we both looked up at Nero, who was standing with an I-don't-have-time-for-you look on his face.

"What are you orphans doing here?" Nero bellowed.

"A test," I said in a very small voice." which we-"

"-failed!" Nero cut in with a squeaky voice, obviously his 'imitation' of me. "Zero out of Fifty-seven! You're coming with me!" he said, and dragged Violet in his office before I could react. When I did, a heavy door slammed shut on my face. "Ow!" I yelled, clutching my nose and poking at it to see if it was bleeding. Luckily, it wasn't. I immediately tried opening the door; it was locked. Pounding and kicking on the door didn't work either. I resorted to listening with my ear to the wooden door.

"Don't worry," said Nero, and I sighed in relief," this'll only hurt a lot!" (A/N:Thank you, Spongebob Movie!)

I heard a muffled squeal and drew in my breath. That was Violet. Something terrible was going on it there! What could it be? Murder? I threw myself at the door, succeeding only to bash my already-bruised nose against the hark oak.

Nothing worked. No sound came form inside. This was a time that I wished that Violet wasn't a quiet, secluded person. I wished she would yell and scream and shout out what was happening to her. I stood, listening, until something happened. A hand turned the doorknob and I flattened myself to thedoor, putting all my weight on it, to break in. Instead, Violet burst out, being pushed by Nero. (who slammed the door shut behind her, throwing the tests out of the door) She was crying deeply and suddenly flung her body onto mine, locking me into a scared embrace. Her voice was ragged and sharp, and I could feel her tears soaking through my sweater, yet I didn't see what was the matter. I kind of forced her off of me, holding her shoulders, and louldy demanded, "Violet, what happened in there?"

She looked at me, her eyes red and puffy, and I could see her eyes shaking as she tried to hold back her tears. Then Violet looked at her arms, silently, holding them in front of her.

Red blood, soaking , running down her rolled-up sleeved arm, onto my knickers. (A/N: That's a funny word, knickers. Hehe.) The blood trickled onto the floor, and I could see slash marks on her forearms. That blood was all over my back, too, from when she held on to me. Everywhere I saw red. I got a bit queasy looking at it, which felt like it was hours, then I said, "Violet...no...," She nodded and stood up, her tears starting up again. "Let's clean you up." I said, holding her shoulder, not even bothering to blush because it was an extreme circumstance. I led her down the hallway, a trail of crimson blood following after her.

kinda short but more soon. thanx to my reviewers!