SO SO SO SORRY for not updating. I'm going down the list from most to least reviewed in terms of updating. I had writers block and had been in a reading slump and depression and ugh but yeah. No more new stories unless they are oneshots. (The Warnette thing counts.)

Ch.9

There is a buzzing in my ears and I can't tell if it's initiates whispering or snoring or going crazy but I want to punch Eric for it.

I turn over, exhaling. Sleep, Tobias. Come the fuck on.

I trace patterns on the sheets. Circle circle square diamond circle—someone coughs—circle square diamond circle circle square diamond—a heavy footfall—circle circle squ—shadow.

My eyes widen. Eric is standing in front of my bed. And he's holding a knife. I don't move. If he thinks I'm asleep then he'll be slower, easier to attack, I think.

I am wrong. He raises his arm and then the knife is in my hand, and he's twisting-

I kick at his knee and it cracks and he falls, cursing and holding a leg that is bending the wrong way and I take the knife out of my hand and I can see through my hand and I then the knife is in Eric's shoulder and he's yelling and dragging himself away and the other initiates are screaming at someone's turned on the light and I am blind

but then I'm not. I see Eric and then I step forward again but a horde of iniates are holding me back and I throw it and someone screams and I'm laughing because it's the stiff, it's the stiff who's stabbing people with knives and the erudite is the one who underestimated me and it's the stiff it's the stiff

who is the murderer

And I am blind again.