Dear whatever poor soul is next,
She won't film you here, in the bathroom, but the entire place out there is bugged. She likes to think she has more class than that, but the fact that she cut off my pinky says otherwise.
Anyway, if you're reading this, then I'm dead. I'm not the first and I won't be the last, you won't either. she says if you play your role then you will survive- she's lying. It's like a play, but everyone has a script but you.
A woman is going to come soon, if your still alive right now you probably haven't met her yet. she will take one look at you and if she says "no" then within 2 hours you are going to be sacrificed. Right now im going to take my last shower then I'm going to die. I'm warning you so that you have a chance.
Good luck from sacrifice 13.
Holding the piece of paper to his chest he finally let out a little sob, which transformed into a total mental breakdown.
He was going to die, it was almost certain, and he wouldn't be able to see any of his friends ever again.
No... no. He couldn't give up. If he gave in to helplessness he would never survive, he had to be strong, he had to fight. He would not let them kill him. Crumpling up the note he flushed it own the toilet and cleaned the blood from the sink, he didn't know what number he was be he would make sure he was the last. No matter what it took.
He heard a door open above him and flushed the blood smeared toilet paper down the toilet before emerging from the bathroom to face her. So he was surprised when it wasn't Loviatar, but a small child who barely looked over 12. She had brown curly hair and hazel eyes that stared at him unwavering. She was clad in a baggy black and white striped sweater, black skinny jeans, combat boots, and white gloves. She would have been cute except for the skull-themed face paint she wore and the blood stain across her chest.
"Are you... Hurt..?" He honestly could not tell if that was her blood or not, but a lingering voice in the back of his head knew it was not.
She shook her head.
"You're the girl aren't you? The one whose gonna get me sacrificed?"
She stared at him silently. He was becoming agitated, if this was the girl then why didn't she just get it over with!? They were being taped anyways...
She raised her hand slowly and began to slowly form words is ASL, and he was extremely grateful for the classes he had taken during college.
[I stop Tape.] she used tape as in sticky tape, but he knew what she meant. [you famous. you help]
He lowered his voice but didn't sign, her grasp on the language was amateur at best and he didn't want to confuse her, "Who are you?"
[I T-a-m-a-l-i-a. I decide gods] That's what the man in the letter meant, she said no if you weren't a god... but how could she tell? He didn't personally believe in these gods, but how were they sure? How could they be?
"How?"
She looked troubled for a moment [Unnecessary. You help me? Escape? I say yes, you help me.]
He was confused at her behavior, why did she want him to agree to help her? Was it a trap? Somehow he didn't think so. She genuinely wanted out of whatever this was. She must be Loviatar's daughter or something and he knows this is no place for a child to live.
"How far are you willing to go?"
She looked at him grimly [To the stars and back]
"They call themselves the Jumalat."
Sally waited for more, but Finn seemed reluctant to share any. After what seemed like a life time she whispered almost silently, "How long does he have?"
He wouldn't look her in the eyes, he couldn't. He was a spy, he worked in the shadows, he never had to break bad news. He didn't know how, and he definitely didn't know how to handle tears.
"With all we know about them... He's probably already passed on." He couldn't bring himself to say 'dead' as a cracked sob drew from her lips and her eyes widened with tears.
"I'm sor-"
She stood up so fast her chair clattered to the floor, dragging everyone's attention in the room to the pair. Leaning over the table she looked him straight in the eyes and hissed low enough only for him to hear, "Do not tell me you're sorry. Don't you dare. He could still be alive, and I'm going to find him. No matter what."
Angrily turning away from him she stalked away to talk to Holley and give her the same description she had given Finn. The master spy let his shoulders sag and his eyes to flutter shut in exhaustion for he had been on a stake out not long ago. His bones felt like they were starving for any bit of rest he offered, but he would not allow them the satisfaction of sleep just yet, he had a friend to track down.
grabbing another cup of coffee he sat at the same table as before and began reading through the details again, which only served to confirm his suspicions. The Jumalat had him, but for what? That seemed to be the question for all their murders, Why? They weren't connected. A dentist from Massachusetts, a Dog breeder from Moscow, a beginning actor from California, even a food vendor from china. The only thing they had in common was their gender and hair color. All red heads of various shades, so was that the only reason he had been taken? For his hair color? No... no. There had to be a pattern other than that! They passed over many towns containing a large amount of red heads, and it also seemed it didn't have to be natural as several had been dyed... so what was the pattern?
What could it be?
"Finn." He had heard her coming but he still jumped, "It's almost 2 am. Go to bed."
"Holley, this isn't like a normal case where i can just 'go to bed'! Lightning's counting on me, everyone's counting on me, every second is a second where they finally decide to kill him."
"Finn, i know you were friend but your no good like this! Even Doc turned in for the night." Her voice was laced with worry, but she knew how to break through to him.
"If we can find a pattern we can trace all red heads and maybe it'll give us a clue to where he is... I have to..." Even the best of spies couldn't stay awake for long, and his eyelids began to droop ever so slightly.
Quietly she helped him to his feet and led him to his Cozy cone before heading off to her own.
It was silent in his room as he began to drift off, and a very quiet voice broke the silence.
It was slurred and sleep heavy, but you could obviously, make out his next words.
"The Hospital name."
If only he had remembered that in the morning... It would have saved everyone a lot of anguish.