Chapter 2: The Cave!
Simon sipped his morning coffee with his eyes glued to the printed pages of Mary-Ann's journal, since reading it he had to fight to control his anger towards the Founders and what they made him and other go through. At times like this he wished he could sit with Mary-Ann and hear her words of wisdom.
Sighing, he sat on the chair, he spread out all the printed copies he had done earlier after Jeanette and the kids left. He wanted to talk to someone about these and knew Jeanette was out of question so it only left Rob. Deciding quickly he phoned Rob, spoke to his human friend quickly, telling him to come over to talk over the information he had found.
An hour later two friends were busy marking the whole journal in chapters. So it would be easier to know which was read and which wasn't. With legal pads, pen and pencils, two of them got to work, jotting down information that could be useful for the new book.
While Rob read the first entry, Simon moved on to the second one.
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Early, during the second year here I made a mistake. Someone had taken notice that I wasn't in sync with the other students. It was noticed when I refused to kill my opponent, in a fight that would result in her or my death. My decision did not seem to please the Dean who had grabbed my arm and dragged me into a room. I've heard horror stories of this room, but never thought I would actually see it for myself. I made it my duty to stay out of trouble here and that day I would get to see what the payment was for disobedience.
The Dean opened the door and placed me on what seemed like a table with few straps build on it. Tying my hands and legs, I looked at him with pleading eyes. He returned a devilish grin. It was like he was going to enjoy every bit of what he was about to do. Before I closed my eyes, I saw a whip in his …hands.
As I was whipped on my wrists, the pain was indescribable, it was so profound, I wanted crying, but knew that would be a sign of weakness. From what I have seen and heard, that, there was something that was unwanted for the Founder's 'cause'. The misbehaved child is taken away, and quickly 'disposed' of.
Fearing I might be next, I held back my tears. No matter how much the stinging hurt, I held on to my emotions. The only sound that escaped my mouth was few soft whimpers.
As soon as the punishment was completed, the Dean lectured me on obedience. I quietly nodded in agreement. He had sent me to my room to think about my actions. When I reached my room I quickly went in the bathroom to clean my wounds and the dried blood. Shaking profoundly I finally gave into my tears allowing them to run free down my cheeks. They were tears of pain and fear.
Now t I felt more alone on this crazy Island. Everyone there was either a monster, or a zombie under the Founders control. I wanted to just die. But I knew it wasn't my time to die, I had sense that the fate had other plans set out for me, and I would have to just hold on for a while longer.
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As I continued to study my surroundings, I realized that not many of the Founders patrol during the night. So knowing I might be safe and not get caught, one night, I decided to go on a midnight tour of this campus. Perhaps, I could find something that will help answer some much asked questions that are running in my head. There were many corridors in one section of the campus building. One in particular led me to a secret hallway. I found a hidden door, and behind it was a room.
To my surprised there were all sorts of information. In some of the papers that I read there was a rich man who owned the Island in the 1950's. He went by the name of Adam Manor. He died mysteriously in the late 60's just before a group of people that called themselves the Illuminati got full ownership of the Island.
This information worried me somewhat. Could this 'Illuminati' be connected to the Founders? How did Adam Manor die? Did the Founders have anything to do with his death?
As I began to read more, the more I realized more on what was happening around me. For some reason I felt that these ownership papers for the Island were forged somehow. Just then I had felt a spirit around me, and a chill ran up and down my body.
I turned to see if I could see it, but apparently I was the only one in the room, or was I. After a few minutes, I couldn't stand being in the room much longer. I could feel something looking at me, even breathing behind my neck. Without hesitating, I ran out of the room and straight back into my quarters. For a while I was afraid to even considering going back to that room.
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The next night, I had a dream. The man that owned the Island came to me. He tried to show me what the Illuminati did to him and how they got the Island from him. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn't wake up from this hellish nightmare. As disgusting as it was, the images that were shown to me described in details, the betrayal and cruelty that was given to Mr. Manor. He showed me that the Founders were members of this secret society, and that there were not as they seemed. The spirit showed me evidence that they were not even human.
Apparently, the ghost of Adam Manor was to communicate with me. When I finally woke up from the dream, I realized that there really was a reason why I am here. It would be up to me in stopping the evil that has control on this Island. Not to mention, soon the whole earth.
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I kept myself to myself, speaking when necessary and of course I did as the Founders asked of me, only to hide my 'midnight tours' to Mr. Manor's secret room, taking the papers and anything else I could find back to my room. Adam Manor's ghost actually became a comfort rather to me. He was a friend, the first friend I ever had at this miserable place. I looked forward in visiting him in that room each and every night. The information Mr. Manor directed me to have become very insightful.
One night I across a map to a secret cave hidden near a waterfall on the Island. In one of the drawers of a cabinet I also discovered a key. I had no idea what the key was for, but I felt it had some great purpose and I put it in my inner pocket located near my angel pin. It was then that I noticed the time. Dawn was approaching, and I would need to get to class soon. I quickly memorized the map and headed quickly back to my quarters to prepare for my 'classes' for the day.
That night, instead of going to Mr. Manor's room, I decided to go find that cave. I was able to find me self a flashlight and headed out in the middle of the night. Going down a narrow trail proved difficult to see, especially with the trees blocking the light of the moon. The flashlight did prove useful. However, I did fear that I would be caught. Something about this venture seemed a little too easy. Then again, something also felt safe about it too. Don't ask how, it just did.
The trail led me down towards a cliff, and beside some bushes. When I came to the end of the trail, I noticed the cave. As I walked in located in the back of the cave sat an old mattress. By remembering some of the journals I read in Adam Manor's room, he was quite the ladies' man.
I walked up to the mattress and slowly sat down on it. A part of me felt uncomfortable knowing that Mr. Manor took his lady friends here on his tour of Island. But the other part of me felt safe here. None of the Founders knew I was here. It was like there is a protective shield in this whole area. My mind became quiet for once. No one could read my mind, and I couldn't read his or hers.
Slowly I moved back against the wall of the cave and jumped slightly as one of the rocks moved. I turned around so I could remove the rock. Behind it I saw a black box. The first thing I noticed was that it needed a key to open. Immediately I took out the key I hid in my pocket from Adam Manor's room, and it fit perfectly into the keyhole.
Inside the box were more documents and playboy magazines. The magazines did not interest me, but the documents hidden inside, did. Also there were more inside. I picked up some photos of Adam Manor and his visitors. In one of the pictures had Mr. Manor with a group of men. All of them wore the same gown, like they were all in a strange cult. It took me a moment, but I recognized some of the men to be members of the Illuminati. I remember this, because in the secret room also had pictures of these men performing cult-like ceremonies on the fields of this Island. To my surprise was that I recognized the Dean, and even Mr. Grafton, the head of this Founder's Project. He often organizes meetings and speeches for the rest of us children on the Island. The first thing I noticed was that these men had not aged since the date the picture was taken. It made me wonder even more about the Founders, and the connections they have with the Illuminati.
The more pictures I saw the stranger everything seemed. One of the pictures took me really off guard was Adam Manor, and beside him sat a silver saucer-shaped space ship. Could it be that Adam was actually an alien, or was his Island used as some sort of 'space port' for alien ships? There were stranger photos that had other strange beings and more ships of different size and shapes.
Bit by bit all the pieces were all coming together, and that I had just barely cracked through the surface.
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"Wow," Rob said on cue, "So harsh"
Simon sighed, "True" he conceded. He was shaken to core after reading the second part of the journal. It clearly screamed world domination. "But we are talking about fighting something that's beyond our understanding" he commented.
Rob frowned at Simon; he didn't like the way the chipmunk was talking, "Whatcha talking about?"
Holding the papers in his hand Simon waved them in the air, "This," and exhaled deeply, "I'm gonna get some air." He walked out of the door with rob following him.