Sorry the last chapter was so short, this one will be as long as my normal ones.

Also, I feel the need to warn you that the grammar is going to get worse, I got a new word program (th reason I haven't updated in so long) and it doesn't have auto correct and has some glitches that may hamper me. Bear with me, and enjoy =)

(Josh)

it's been strange, Reed being so down, it's almost like when she lost Thomas. But this is worse, I can feel it, I can see how much Reed cared about Constance. It's so weird how many deaths there have been this year, it's disturbing I fear more for Reed everyday, I don't know how i'd deal with it if something happened to her.

Reed looked up at me, smiling for the first time in days, she looked natural, like my Reed. " let's go to the art cemetery" she whispered in my ear. I smiled and nodded, we headed out from the quad, passing the charred foundation of Gwendolyn Hall and up to the hell hall, and the art cemetery.

Reed pulled me in by my hand, and when we were inside I couldn't help but smile, along all the walls there were pictures of us, smiling, kissing, laughing, some were just of me, pictures that had been taken when I wasn't looking. Reed smiled at me. These had been some of our best moment together. " I love you." she said, beaming. This was definitely my Reed, the strong fearless beautiful girl I loved.

We spent 2 hours wandering around the room, reminscing over each photo kissing sweetly at the memories. Then we spent some time cuddling on the couch, discussing everything that had happened this year, we both cried for some moments, but it felt so good to talk about everything, it made it so much easier to deal with... and of course we spent a lot of time making out as well.

(REED)

When I got back from the art cemetery Noelle was waiting in our room, she was munching on a protein bar and reading, and unusual activity for her, she looked up when I opened the door. "hey" she smiled, I modded at her, smiling back as I lowered myself onto my bed and pulling out my laptop, I opened my email and clicked on my inbox. There was a letter from my brother Scott, and another from one of my old friends and... I inhaled swiftly, shocked, it was Arianna's email address. Hesitantly I clicked on the subjectless message.

Hello Reed, by now you've probably heard of our escape. We're coming to get you, and, if you know what's good for you, you'll delete this message when you're done with it. Don't tell anyone. You wil regret everything you've done since you've come to Easton. Our revenge is eminent, there's no sense in trying to avoid it.

Arianna

P.S. Sabine says she is looking forward to seeing you.

I started hyperventelating, and hit the delete button, Noelle looked at me quizically,arching her perfect eyebrows. I took some slow deep breathes. "I'm fine, just some... bad news form home." I could tell from the way Noelle was looking at me that she didn't buy it. "Really, I'm fine I was just... surprised..." Noelle looked back down at her book, but her eyes darted to me often enough to convey that she still knew something was wrong. I looked away, a huge chunk of icy fear forming in the pit of my stomach. They were back. And they were after me.

When I walked to class, I didn't bother to stop at Ketlar to wait for Josh, I didn't know how long I could contain this, all I knew was that I had to protect him, because life without Josh wasn't much of a life. I thought of Ivy, and how she'd tried to steal him from me. The memory was sharp, defined by the pain of seeing them together. And there was the pain of seeing Ivy. Knowing that she was gone, and it was atleast partially my fault.

Josh caught up to me when I was walking down the hall, halfway to homeroom, "Reed? Is everything all right?" he asked, the confusion and pain in his eyes sent a shiver of sadness through me. I hated to hurt him. So I just nodded mutely, "I was just running late." I lied, pecking him n the cheek, he smiled, but his eyes remained confused, I could tell that, like Noelle, he didn't buy it. I hurried down the hall not wanting to give him time to ask me again, I didn't know how long I could keep it secret. If I'm going to die, there's no reason to bring the people I love down with me. I thought to myself, but I hoped I could stop them, save myself and everyone I cared about somehow... but Arianna and Sabine had only escaped recently, it didn't account for all the other murders, Ivy, Walt, Constance, none of it made sense, if they had just gotten out a few weeks ago, then that meant... someone else was killing off my friends! I thought about it all day, and the day after and so forth, weeks passed and still I knew nothing, Josh and Noelle were both suspicious, they kept hinting that they knew something was off. Some times I even saw them whispering together, glancing at me like I was nuts. It was getting terrible, everyday I grew more agitated.

The next morning was promising, the snow had melted long before, and everyone was looking forward to Easter holidays, getting home to their loving families, the atmosphere calmed me slightly, but I had no wish to leave Easton, to put my family in danger. It was then that we found him, he was at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes were wide open and totally blank, a terrified expression was frozen on his face, "Trey!" Astrid cried, collapsing over his still body sobbing, we all looked at each other. Not again! Was all I could think. It was too soon, too much. Sadness and pain twisted in my gut, intensifying the sense of urgency and fear it already cantained. Trey had always been so nice, so understanding, he was the kind of guy who could really be your friend, without trying to get in your pants all the time. I found myself crying as ii comforted Astrid.

I tossed and turned that night, I felt on the verge of... something, I was so close, I almost understood it all, but it was still beyond my grasp. There were these subtle things that fit together, but there was something mssing. First: all of the dead students had been wealthy, and good students, second:they'd all had something to do with Billings, and third: they'd all had relatively clean records, that was where it didn't add up, none of the student had been that much trouble, the only thing they all had that was definitely a deciding factor was... contact with me! I jerked awake from my fitful sleep, or whatever it could be called as I'd never really lost consciousness...