I immediately drop my phone, the others doing the same thing. The horror behind all of our eyes were extremely noticeable. Each of us just look around the group to confirm what we all already knew. That bastard is onto us. I look over to Becca and she is staring at the ground to her phone. She slowly looks up at me. Her eyes change from horror to anger. She stares right at Jace then in a flash is up to him and punches him right in the nose.
Jace not one for cowering from a fight, slaps her in the face.I gasp, everyone else but Becca gasps. Becca just chuckles humorlessly.
"Finally showing your true colours no? Just admit it, your the one giving that sick bastard tips on what we do!" Becca just stops walking towards Jace and just gives him a death stare.
Jace as if ready to beat her to death continues to deny any accusation against him. " I have done no such thing. How do we know it's not you! You only decide to speak to us this week! Where we're you before? In the shadows? Spying on us?"
Bewildered Becca yells at Jace, "Hoe could you even think such a thing hmmm? I have been nothing but honest with you all. And faithful too! Have you? No you decided to open that big mouth of yours and look where it's gotten us! If anything this is nobody's fault but yours and yours only." Becca spits out that last sentence before going right back into his face.
I know Jace didn't mean for all of this to happen when he told The Reaper about our past. But maybe Becca's right it is kind of suspicious that all of this is happening to us after he started talking. What if Jace is a traitor? All of what I have done for him, my good memories and trust would be ruined. But how could I trust Becca? She left us alone to feed for ourselves when we looked to her as our leader. Jace could also be correct. Becca has changed so much over the years I don't know where her loyalty lies. I am so confused and paranoid by all of this.
"Don't tell me you believe his crap! I thought you were on my side?!" Becca yells in confusion and frustration.
"She is on mine. At least I stayed for longer for her to trust me more." Jace laughs bitterly.
"There should be no sides! We are on the same one! Guys get it together!" I try to defuse the situation.
Suddenly all of our phones go off again, simultaneously.
So I don't even need to pick you guys off one by one. You will do it for me! I hope there is enough hatred in your group to spread. Did you all forget who the gorgeous enemy was? Let me remind you. Death, stabbings. That ring a bell? Your guidance counsellor will be coming around the corner. Show her the message and one of you dies.
-your devilishly handsome Psycho Guy.
I froze when I read the message. He is an arrogant bastard him. As he mentioned in the text Miss Haseon did indeed walk around the corner.
"Is everything ok? You all look like you have seen a ghost or something." Miss Haseon asks with genuine worry written on her face. I can't let anyone else die on my watch.
"Maybe it's because our friend just died. So excuse us for grieving! Maybe you should learn some respect for the dead." I said to her trying to lace every ounce of annoyance in my voice as I could.
Like I expected she walked away. Wow, I would be a great actress. Another ring of our phones had us quickly checking our messages.
Good. Now I need you to retrieve a file for me. Again tell anyone and one of you dies. The location is 310 Burbart Street. Slot 120. You have two hours.
-Your future predicting doom
"How do we know what to look for?" Brittney asks out load tge same question all of us were probably thinking.
Another message came in to our phones.
Not my problem. 1 hour 58 minutes left. Tick tock.
- Your time telling IMPATIENT doom
As we all scramble down the hall, I can't help notice the school cameras were pointing towards us throughout each hall.
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Grace's Third Eye
Misteri / Thriller"Earth to Grace, we don't have time for this remember? You already won the staring competition let's go." As soon as we walked in all of our jaws dropped to the floor. Each and every single employee, dead. Old, young even middle aged dead. Blood sp...
