Claudia and I sat in my room, stunned. Simon and Alice obviously hadn’t escaped, or else we wouldn’t have been in this situation. We didn’t know what to do.
Finally, Claudia said something.
“Simon, I don’t think we’re going to make it.”
“We’ll be fine,” I said nervously.
“Yeah,” she said. “Just like Patrick and Alice.”
“They didn’t have the same information we have,” I said.
“Look,” she said. “I know I told you I wanted this, but I’m starting to think that it would be better if we just get the hell outta Deton.”
“Fine,” I said. “There’s just one thing I want to do.”
“Get the dean to tell us what’s going on.”
“And how are we going to do that?” she said. “By killing her?”
“No,” I said. “But we are going to threaten to kill her.”
Dean Carter was still awake. She hadn’t gone to sleep, since the entire situation with Claudia and Simon would fall to her if Kline failed, which he probably would. And if she didn’t know about it, the two brats might just leave, without even giving her a chance.
She got up from her bed, still in her uniform, and left her room. All of the teachers’ rooms were attached to their offices, so she sat down at her desk and turned on her computer. She looked up Alice and Patrick’s files, and edited them. That way, if the two were stupid enough to actually ask her about it, she would be able to say they were unreliable.
Now, all she could do was wait.
Claudia and I decided to get a few things from our room before we confronted Dean Carter. Claudia then left to go to her room.
I looked through my closet, trying to find what I was looking for. Finally, I found it.
A large kitchen knife. When I was in the hospital, I had asked my parents to bring me a knife. They had asked why, but I managed to get away from the question. The next day, they told me it was sitting outside the building, underneath a bush. When I left, I retrieved it.
I hadn’t wanted to use it, but I obviously had no choice. If I didn’t, Claudia and I would be killed.
I grabbed the journal entry, and left.
I met Claudia in the courtyard.
“Are you ready to go get some answers?” I asked her as I approached.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she said. “What are we going to say?”
“We’ll just ask about the entry,” I replied. “Then, we’ll go from there.”
“And if she refuses to answer?”
“I have my ways of getting people to talk.”
We began walking.
“Simon,” Claudia said from behind me. “Why are we doing this?”
“I killed someone for answers,” I said. “I can’t stop now.”
The two of us walked towards the school.
The entire place looked creepy at night. Almost like the setup of a bad horror movie. A bit ironic, when you think about it.
I didn’t want to do this. I wanted to leave. But something was making me. It was like…
…I was going insane.
We arrived at Dean Carter’s office just past three in the morning.
“Are you sure?” Claudia asked for the last time.
“Yes,” I said.
Dean Carter was still wearing her uniform when she opened the door. It seemed as if she had never gone to sleep.
“What are you two doing out of bed?” she asked.
“We had a question,” I said, pulling out the entry. “We found this, and we were wondering about it.”
She took the paper from my hand and read it over.
“This is from Patrick Brendon, correct?” Dean Carter asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Why?”
“Just a second,” she replied, walking over to her computer.
She typed something into her computer. I knew she was going to do something that proved that what we were doing was futile. That was why I had brought the knife.
“Patrick was clinically insane,” she said.
“Cut the shit,” Claudia said. “What happened to them?”
“See for yourself,” Dean Carter said, turning the monitor around.
It said “schizophrenia” next to his name in red letters. Just as I expected.
“Look,” I said, leaning on her desk. “I know you’re lying, so, as Claudia said, cut the shit.”
As I said this, I pulled out my knife and placed it against her neck.
Dr. V arrived on the campus of Deton Academy for the first time in around a month. He missed this place.
It was almost over. He just had to take out those two teenagers.
Suddenly, he realized that there was a third person he had to kill: Dean Carter. She was going to betray Umbra, and that meant death.
He couldn’t even remember when he wasn’t Doctor V. It had to have been around a year, but he couldn’t remember earlier. It made no sense.
As he walked through the Deton academy courtyard, he tried to remember before. However, as he approached the main building, he realized that it didn’t matter.
This was his life now.
“Fine,” Dean Carter said. “I’ll tell you.
“I made a stupid mistake, and was talking to one of the other teachers on my phone out in the open. Patrick happened to overhear, and that started an entire thing. Then, he and his girlfriend, Alice, discovered everything. Alice died on December sixteenth of last year. Patrick is still unaccounted for.”
I knew that she knew that she was going to die if she didn’t tell, and that she probably was going to even if she didn’t, so I believed her.
“Claudia,” I said, “let’s get the hell outta here.”
The two of us approached the door. However, it was thrown open just before I could open it.
Standing on the other side was a man in a white mask and black cloak. Before I could react, he had taken my knife, jumped onto the desk, and cut Dean Carter’s throat.
As her blood began to puddle on the floor, Claudia and I ran.
We made out of the building. Then, I heard a scream. I turned around, and he had her.
“Simon,” Claudia said. “Run!”
I sprinted towards my dorm. Once I got there, I shoved my only chair under the doorknob.
I turned around, and saw a huge television. It wasn’t there when I had left last time.
Claudia woke up in a dark room. She looked around, and saw there were bookshelves on all of the walls. The library.
This situation was shitty. She was gonna die, and she knew it.
Her eyes fell on a table next to the table she was tied to. There were several torture-y type tools sitting there. She tried to scream, and realized that her mouth was taped.
She was fucked.
Then, the guy from earlier entered the room. He walked over to one of the bookshelves and pressed a button. A red light came on. She was being recorded.
“What kind of sick fuck are you?” she tried to yell. It came out as a bunch of muffles.
He picked up a knife from the table.
This was it. It was over. She was about to be cut open, and then she would be dead.
She hoped that Simon got away. At least one of them would survive. Then, word would get out, and Deton would get shut down. That was the only thing she could hope for.
As he walked over to Claudia, she began to say her goodbyes.