Author note: Okay, so here's the things: I write, you review, nothing hard about that. For those of you who do review (and it's the same people every time so I remember who exactly reviews) thanks! I'm glad out of the 100 people who read that you guys take the time to review. Thanks a lot, and here's this chapter!

Oh, and just so all of you know, you pronounce Anomie like: A-no-me. Just wanted everybody to know.

After I had the most awkward talk with Cadince I walked back to my room in deep thought. Whatever Ned had in store for me I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it. Why start giving out new tests at a time like this?

I shrugged off my unanswered questions and entered my room soulfully. Erica was sprawled out on her bed, talking with Stephen who sat at the edge of my bed.

"Hey Anomie," Erica greeted me.

I sent her a short glance and then sat on the large windowsill, not even greeting her back. Small rain droplets beat against the window in sorrow and slid down carelessly. Off in the distance I imaged people walked upon the docks in which I could vaguely see from the window. I imaged the grubby newsboys jumping off the side and ducking into the cold, comforting river.

How I longed to feel the freedom they felt each day of their lives. How I longed to do whatever I pleased at any given time on any given day. How I longed to sit in a church and listen to a preacher talk about God and how he helped people through their troubles. How I longed to have a perfect family with perfect parents and siblings, and sit in our perfect dining room each night and eat dinner together.

But none of that could be given to me. I was a prisoner locked up in my own imagination, kept deep within a school of horror because some sick man wanted to see children die at the most insane tests. I could never sit in a church and learn more about our creator – I wasn't allowed. I wasn't allowed to be free, and nobody else in the world would know how hollow being a prisoner made you feel.

If we shed tears, we didn't have anyone there to comfort us. If we died, nobody would care enough to mourn for us. If we became murderers, nobody cared if you died or not. That's just the way things are, and if we even fell in love, then only the worst could happen.

I knew if I stared hard enough I could probably see the leader himself on his perch of royalty, lecturing his newsies on how to do this, and how to do that. Hell – I'd rather be there than here.

I wasn't quite sure how long I had sat there, but the sun went down and the moon no longer hid. The door to our room slowly opened and a deep voice spoke, "101 and 112."

I turned my head and peered at a man, and reluctantly rose from the windowsill. What did they need Stephen for?

The man led us to the front desk where some other men stood, and the murderer himself: Ned Neeley. Cadince was at his side, sending him dirty looks when he turned his head.

"Ah, Anomie, Stephen," Ned said with a laugh that would've sent chills up and down my spine, but instead I felt a deep hatred.

"What is all of this about?" I suddenly asked, not even caring about using the thing adults called manners.

Ned chuckled and held a piece of paper between his fingers. "It is time for your test," he spoke.

"So why are they here?" I asked.

Ned looked from Cadince to Stephen, and then settled his eyes upon me. "I forgot to mention it, but they are also apart of this. I mean, you can't do this alone," Ned told us.

I furrowed my eyebrows as Ned nodded for us to remove our bandages. We did as we were told, and I stared down achingly at the number on my wrist.

"Follow me," Ned spoke. We followed him and two other men out the back door and entered the dreary forest that held the scent of death. I took in a deep breath unnoticeably and then let it out slowly. He was up to something, and I could read it in his eyes.

Deeper and deeper we walked into the forest, and my long skirt that we girls were made to wear was dragging in the mud from the rain that occurred earlier that day.

We soon stopped and I could see through the blackness of the sky that there was a huge bag lying on the ground, and it looked as if someone stuffed rocks in it.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Open the bag," Ned instructed.

Cadince moved towards the bag, but Ned gripped her shoulder. "No…Anomie," he said in a deadly whisper.

I sent him a disgusted look and then moved forward towards the bag and bent down. The bag reeked badly and I had to hold my nose as I reached down and gripped the opening of the bag.

Whatever was in here was getting ready to be exposed. I licked my lips doubtfully and in one swift movement I pulled the bag down and fell backwards to the ground with a small scream.

Stephen jumped backwards, and Cadince probably would of flew back too if Ned wasn't still gripping her shoulder.

I stared wide-eyed in horror, and blinked a couple of times as Ned chuckled. "Now do you see why you needed help, Anomie?" he asked.

"You…Why…How…." I was at lost of words, and couldn't find my breath.

"What are we supposed to do with a dead body?" Cadince shrieked.

And to answer her question a few more men appeared, holding shovels in their hands.

"I'm not burying a body," Stephen said, a look of pure disgust on his face.

I was still stunned. I knew this person, I knew them well. But why would Ned kill someone so close to him?

I finally rose to my feet, face red with fury, eyes narrowed in anger. "How could you kill your own wife?" I yelled.

Ned raised his eyebrows and stepped closer to the body, and peered down at Josephine Neeley. "She knew too much. Threatened to turn me in, you know," he said.

"You're sick!" I screamed. My fists were clenched so hard my knuckles were pure white, and I held in the urge to tackle him to the ground and beat him senseless, but these men were armed.

"Get to work," Ned instructed as he and his men turned away. Only two stayed behind as the shovels were thrown in the mud towards us. And just for even more fun, the clouds mourned the loss of Josephine Neeley.

We were soon coated in mud and water as we dug a hole. We decided to dig a deep one to burry away our memories, and we weren't even nearly done. With every clump of mud I gathered in my shovel I instantly threw it behind me and impaled the earth with much force.

Stephen and Cadince dug with force too, with sorrow for the poor woman as well. Stephen seemed to be breathing hard, his wet bags stuck to his forehead, and his shirt peeling off his skin when he moved.

Cadince was a bit jumpy with every time I dug my shovel into the ground. I knew why she was so jumpy, but I'd never tell a soul why. Everyone would hate her if they knew the truth.

The rain suddenly beat down harder as we made barely any progress. Ned was a messed up man, and he belonged in an insane Asylum. I hated him, hated him with all my might.

Nobody could ever amount to the fear I felt before I opened that bag. I was actually expecting to see a blonde haired boy beneath that cover, and I was greedily thankful that it wasn't him. Ned would have to plead for his life if he ever tried to kill that boy, and even I wouldn't spare his sick life. If there was anybody that I was protected over the most, it was Daniel.

I wished that Ned would just come back to see if we were finished so I could plow this shovel into his skull. That man was going to get it one day, and when that day comes, he'll regret ever doing this to me.

"I can't…believe he killed her!" Cadince screamed over the rain.

"He's messed up!" Stephen yelled back.

The two sent me a glance, and I spoke what they were waiting for: "I'll kill him!"

Once the hole was deep enough for the body Stephen and I gently raised her from the ground and dropped her deep into the hole.

"Somebody must go into the hole with her," one of the men spoke, holding a little box in his hand.

"What?" I yelled.

"Ned wanted this buried with her," he said, handing it to me. "It's locked, so don't even try to peer inside. Now go!"

I turned around and stared at Cadince and Stephen. Neither of them said a word as I swiftly walked past them and looked into the dark hole. The rain never ceased, it just got heavier and heavier.

I sat down onto the ground, my legs hanging in the hole, and reluctantly dropped down. It was deeper than I thought, and felt my ankle become sore immediately. I was lucky not to land on the body, and bent down slightly.

I felt around until my hand brushed over her body and I shivered as I quickly laid the box on her stomach and then looked back up.

"Stephen!" I called. I held my hand up, and saw Stephen and Cadince both reach down and pull me safely out of the hole.

My ears were buzzing annoyingly as we began to cover up the body with mud. Every time I flung mud into the hole I felt more and more hatred. This wasn't fair to her!

Once the hole was covered, Cadince made a big X on one of the trees. I stared off into the distance and suddenly swung my shovel far away from me.

I dropped to the ground and hugged my knees to my chest and for the first time since I could ever remember tears traced down my cheeks.

I could only think: 'what if it was Daniel?' But it wasn't, and that was a good thing. But even I couldn't erase the feeling of grief from my heart from my dirty deed.

Next Chapter: Anomie is emotionally hurt, and even the great Spot Conlon can see it dwelling in her once scornful eyes.

Author note: Okay, so this was a surprise chapter, so I hope you liked it!