Down the Alleyway

Chapter 9

Adam

The way I acted yesterday was... unacceptable.

The school bell rang and I drowned it out.

I remained seated, both elbows on the table and hands clamped together in deep thought delving deeper and deeper into my mind.

Whose blood are those? Why does he have that thing? What is that thing? What I saw yesterday was unexceptionally terrifying. The raindrops outside my window last night sounded so much like the blood, falling droplets by droplets. I had a hard time sleeping because of it but what kept me up most is all the thinking and the need to find out more. I've got a million questions running in my mind but the most important question of all is: how old is he? I have fallen too low to gravitate over a guy's age but I still need to do what I can. I'm gonna have to do some research. I'm gonna narrow down the possibilities and pinpoint his fucking age so that I could keep that goddamn game going.

I stood up from my seat and was about to put away my book when something slipped out of it and fluttered down the floor.

I picked it up and was shocked when I turned it over.

It was a picture of me when I was still in elementary. My hair is decorated with trash, my bullies are laughing in the background and one of them had an arm slung around my shoulders. There's a girl very far off from the camera who looks terrifed; as terrified as me.

The photo crumpled at the intensity of my grip and I saw bob girl smiling as she turned away from me.

And I knew it was her.

My jaw clenched and I threw my book across the room.

It hit her by the hair and splattered by the wall soon after.

She let out a yelp and froze in place.

"Don't fuck with me," I said sternly, warning hinting my voice. "Don't push me too hard if you don't want anything to happen to you."

I glared, eyes boring from the back of her head.

"Meet me and the others in the clubroom in 10 minutes. Don't be late."

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Viane

He recognized the picture, but not the way I wanted to. What a let down, I thought he was observant but turns out he wasn't. It just really looked like a plain old mockery to him and not a memory stater. I ended up in the "being a bitch route" and it ain't funny.

I wanted to shout: 'Look at the girl in the background, damnit!' earlier. But I know that'll make everything worst. I was almost whacked in the head with an encyclopedia and I'm gonna leave it at that. I'm not the one to push my luck.

I scratched at my hair irritatingly and tried to listen to his rants. My feet are up the table and I purposely blocked off my view of him with my sneakers. Take that bastard.

"Never go to the alley again."

Oh? His words interest me that I let my feet down.

He's the one who's always itching to go into that alley. What caused this sudden change of mind?

"Why?" Lindelle asked, eyes sharp as always.

"Because that guy is hiding something. I got to see some part of it but I still need to know more in order to complete the puzzle."

"Can you tell us what you saw?" Layelle asked, worry present in her eyes.

"I can-t. Not now. But I'll tell you soon enough when I got the full story."