𝟑𝟗𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ➤ Ray

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Confusion.

For the past two weeks, she enjoyed having fun with the younger children. Though most of the time they were concerned about the two best friends who didn't talk to each other after Norman's departure.

She did feel sad for the both of them. Loosing someone sure is hard, traumatizing even. Knowing how he would die was tragic for the mind to process. Norman must be very dear to them. She could see it in their eyes, dull and lifeless.

Of course she knew, she always knew. She had always been observing since she wasn't even introduced to them. She knew everything. Every bit of their plan of escaping, the drama about Ray being the traitor and Emma's current antics of secretly planning their second attempt of escaping.

Yes, she knew it all.

"So do you have any information? Are they planning something?" Mom asked, sitting on her chair.

Hesitation could be seen through her eyes as she opened her mouth to talk. "They've been very apart lately, I doubt that they have formed a plan."

And yet she couldn't tell her the information she obtained, why? "The two can't seem to handle the lost of their companion." She smirked the tension off her shoulders. She wasn't exactly lying. "It's our victory, Mom. An easy win."

"Very well then." Isabella spoke, looking at her dead in the eye. "But don't you underestimate my own, adorable children, (Y/N)."

Her cold stare made her freeze on her seat. "They aren't easy to deal with. Just one small step and they're on their way to the wall."

"What have I always taught you?" She asked. Isabella has taught her a lot of things. From doing basic chores to mind boggling situations. They've always played chess and can never seem to beat her. "Think ahead of the enemy."

"And the enemy is thinking right ahead of us too." Isabella stood up, slowly walking towards to where she was seated.

Her cold hands ran through her (H/C) hair. A drop of sweat slid down her cheeks as Isabella placed her hands on her shoulders. "You walk five steps ahead, (Y/N)."

"Have you not remember our lessons?" Her voice made her shiver in fear. In all honesty, she was scared of Isabella. If she failed she would go be fed to the demons. If she does succeed, she will be recommended as Mom. Two choices which she cannot get ahold of. Either way, she's going to die or suffer.

This was business right now, no loving mother was in front of her. She was Isabella. The mother and the caretaker of the house she lives. There is no defying her. Yet, why didn't she tell her?

And what else could Emma and Ray do? They both are obviously emotionally drained. The orange-haired girl is planning something, but what can she do?

Right, you don't underestimate top-scorers. They're practically smart in their own way. Geniuses at this point even.

Emma was giving instructions to the others. Making them stock warm blankets and bags inside the well far inside the forest. They were making ropes and hiding some hangers near the laundry. They were some spare hangers left. Then, to what she thought was playing was actually for them to be practiced.