After the second murder, the school was under lock down for a week. The students were no longer allowed to leave the school premises. The lock down was no use, two other students had been slaughtered.
Cillian Lorcan and Dawson Ottis.
Xavier noticed Wednesday getting tired day by day. She had dark circles under her eyes and she looked paler than normal, almost white.
Friday (in class, last period)
Wednesday hurriedly walked towards the door when Xavier stood in front of her.
"Meet me in your dorm at 9pm."
"And why should I?" She snapped.
"Please." He pleaded.
"I'll consider." She pushed past him and marched out of the class.
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Xavier kept an eye on Wednesday during lunch. He noticed how she glared daggers at one of the students, Elaine Bradbury. Elaine wasn't on good terms with Wednesday, ever since the braided girl beat her in fencing, archery, sports and a dozen other things. She recently beat her in a test.
Wednesday wasn't on good terms with any of the students who had been killed either. The students hated her guts since she was better than them at everything, and of course for Wednesday being herself. This gave Xavier another reason for Wednesday being the killer. He knew she could've killed the entire school easily, but would she actually do something like that?
Xavier slid into the girls tower and hesitated to knock on her window.
"Wednesday? Are you here?"
"Thing?"
There was no response, he pushed the circular window and stepped in. It all felt too familiar. Wednesday wasn't in the room, but thing was.
"Thing, where is she?"
She went out. He signed.
"Where did she go?" Xavier interrogated.
She said not to come looking for her.
"Just come with me to look for her."
Fine. But you're taking the blame. The hand signed before hopping onto the boy's shoulder.
Xavier walked through the empty halls, the constant felling of someone being in the halls with them was lurking at the back of his head. He'd finally heard it, footsteps. It seemed to have coming from the left turn in front of them. He cautiously walked towards the sound, trying not to alert the person.
A small figure jumped out from the corner, and held a knife at his throat. And that's where he thought it was going to end, until he realized that it was,
"Wednesday?! What the hell are you doing?!" He shouted as he pulled away.
"I apologize. I thought you were someone else."
"Why are you out here?"
"I was looking for the murderer. What about you?"
"Well I was looking for you."
Wednesday turned around and continued with her search.
"Where are you going?" He asked as he caught up with her.
"I am resuming with my search."
"Oh, so you think you'll find the killer?"
"If I get lucky."
