Chapter Fifteen

***Wow, the last chapter was intense. I want to hear from you! Who do you think is C? Who do you think is going to be killed next? Do you think Mara will be saved? PM me your thoughts. Rated T for swearing/cursing, violence, pregnancy, mentions of sex, and self harm.***

Fabian's P.O.V.

Wow, Eddie's real mature. C is my master, yeah, and I'm dead. Why would Eddie want Amber and I dead all of a sudden? Something obviously isn't right. C has done something to him. Obviously she shot him. That bullet must have been something more than a regular bullet. She possessed him. But how is the question. It was the next day. Eddie was still acting like a robot. We had to go to school today. Mr. Sweet said we couldn't miss anymore school. "Education is too important, students." Yeah, so is breathing.

"So, I still can't believe they're making us go back to school. Someone just died last night! People were injured!" K.T. said.

"Well we just need to suck it up and go. There's no use in just sitting here, hiding." Amber said.

"Yeah, she's right. What I miss the most is freedom. And Trudy's cooking..." Alfie said.

"Yeah, where did she go anyways?" K.T. said.

"Hey, I ain't a miracle maker, I don't know." Amber said.

"You students better go. You don't want to be late on your first day back." Victor said, appearing out of nowhere.

"Now we all need to stick close." Amber said. They all stayed close. Eddie went off to school early. I drifted.

"Are you deaf Fabian?" Amber said.

"No, I heard you. You know I'm fine on my own." I said walking faster.

"Ugh, if you get murdered, it'll be your fault." Amber said.

"Yep." I said. We all made it to the school and then we quickly walked to first period. Denby's class. Amber took the seat next to mine and Alfie took the seat next to K.T. Eddie didn't show up.

"That's it? Where are the others?" Ms. Denby asked.

"Dead." I hissed. Ms. Denby looked down and didn't say anything. I was done with acting like nothing was happening to the students. To our friends. To my girlfriend.

"Well, moving on, Anubis students, you have missed a lot but I'm not going to bombard you. Well I'm giving everyone three more weeks to do your project. I need to catch up the Anubis students on the stuff they missed and they need a few more weeks so once I have them catched up, three more weeks." Ms. Denby said. Why wasn't anyone caring? Why? (Haley here, this next sentence read it super fast, that's how I intend it to be. Thanks.) I had all this anger built up inside me I felt like I was about to-

"WHY DOESN'T ANYONE CARE!?" -explode. Silence.

"People that used to sit here, in this very same class room. DEAD. Did their lives mean nothing?! NOTHING?!" I yelled. Silence.

"What if you found your friend's body being dragged away, bloody and gory? What if you found your friend dead, in a pool of blood? What if you found your friend in a pool of blood in their own bed, insides open? What if you never found your friend but just had a feeling they were dead? What if you received the person you were dating's hand in the mail and a death threat letter? What if your friend was pregnant and kidnapped being tormented? What if your friend was shot in the head. What if you and your friend were kidnapped and tormented until you and your friend were forced to kill them? What if your friend was shot in the head and became possessed? What if you and your friend had knives thrown in your backs? What if you went outside and had to fear being murdered or kidnapped? Nothing. You wouldn't care. You'd push it off to the side and think positive. THERE IS NO POSITIVE LEFT! There is only negative! Negative thoughts, feelings, actions, etc. Not only do you need to face the negative, you need to screw the positive until your fucking war with the negative has been finished. And by then, you and your friends and family may be dead. But if you made that negative suffer, you served yourself and the victims justice. Then you go back to the positives in life, even if your life was taken away by doing justice to the negative. The positives will be greater." I said. Then I walked out of the class room. Mara is out there. Pregnant and tormented. Even if no one else wants to join me, I'll get Mara back where she belongs. And our justice. Even if that takes my own life to do it.