Elitists: The Dying Light

Chapter 7

 When RJ returned to Jayden's class at a building with a sign that read, "Gwen's School for Gifted Children", Alice said, "Jayden told me what happened. What is going on RJ? Was what happened somehow connected to my husband's murderer?"

RJ sighed. He was hoping to have this conversation when he was well-rested and had his morning coffee, but it appeared that that wouldn't happen.

"Yes it is connected to him," RJ replied. "But why would he start now? Something doesn't make sense here."

"We can think about this later," Alice said after a moment of silence between the two. "Right now, we have a field trip to chaperone."

RJ nodded and the two walked into the building. Where everything would be silent until morning.

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The next morning, Mr. Kirby woke up bright and early to get ahead on the new day.

"Good morning Mr. Kirby," RJ stated as the teacher walked into the kitchen. "Have a good sleep?"

"Yes I did, RJ," Mr. Kirby replied as RJ grabbed a cup from the cabinet. "Thank you."

Mr. Kirby took the cup and the two began talking about days in the past while waiting for the kids to come running down into the dining room. It was an hour later when the kids started trickling into the room. Another thirty minutes later, and the only one missing was Jayden.

"Where is Mr. Adams?" Mr. Kirby asked after making a head count.

"My brother is still asleep," Andrew replied. He then looked to his mom. "He didn't get enough sleep due to waking up from what happened five years ago."

Alice sighed.

"He still has those dreams," the middle aged woman replied sadly. "I honestly thought that he would be over them by now."

"Going through what he did does things to people, Alice," RJ stated, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"What is wrong with Jayden?" one of the girls asked.

Andrew sighed.

"My brother has post traumatic stress disorder, Caroline," Andrew told them. "He does well in everyday life, in fact, he can function in any crisis. As you saw last night. But then there are nightmares and the constant alertness. He is always watching, waiting for something to happen."

"What happened?" Caroline asked, worriedly. Everyone else was thinking the same thing, but were too scared or nervous to ask it.

"I was kidnapped by some mercenaries that wanted my uncle's head on a pike," Jayden replied walking in. "Sorry I'm late Mr. Kirby."

"Jayden," Mr. Kirby began. "It is understandable."

"What was it this time?" RJ asked as he saw Jayden bring his hand to his side. "The scar. I see. May I take a look at it?"

Jayden sighed and rolled up his shirt to reveal the scar that he has had for the past five years. All of the students, and Mr. Kirby, gaped at the scar. The scar was, at its widest, five inches, but it was big, big enough to stretch from right below his left shoulder blade, to his waist. The scar also looked like a stab wound, and it couldn't be closer to the truth.

"Why would someone do that to a kid?" Caroline asked, her hand covering her mouth as she stared at the horrid scar on his side.

"Because they would want me dead," Jayden replied with a sigh.

"I think we should stop talking about this," Andrew started before anyone else could speak. "We do have a long day ahead of us."

"Agreed," a woman agreed. Everyone looked at her.