The Forgotten

Abandon Hope Ye Who Enter Here (Part Two)

"What did she tell you?" Mr. Bristill demands. I can tell from his tone he is now unsure who is truly at fault, Cardinal or I.

"She said you wouldn't listen to her," I tell him. I don't have to lie, because Cardinal never actually said they didn't give permission.

Mr. Bristill looks convinced.

"Very well," he states. "We can have dinner now."

After dinner, I go upstairs. Today was a huge stress ball and I have school tomorrow on top of everything.

It truly and incredibly sucks.

I look around Raven's room, searching for something to do. I'm sick of reading. If I had wanted to sit around and read all day, I would have stayed at the Forgotten Compound. No, I need some entertainment.

I consider, briefly, watching a movie. I shoot it down a few seconds later. That wouldn't cut it. I have a feeling this pudding train is coming to an end.

Wondering why I used pudding train? Well, I don't like gravy. Therefore I would never follow a train of gravy anyway, even if it led my to a pot of gold or the winning lottery ticket. Ooh! I need to get that idea to print.

Anyway, I get the feeling I'm not going to be living with the Bristills much longer. If it is a conspiracy, there're going to keep killing people three rich kids a week.

You might reason that last week, only Raven and Jess were the only ones murdered. Absolutely true. However, the fact that they intended to kill Cardinal reveals their end goal. Three a week.

I'm not sure why, but that's when I realize it's an hour and a half until I'm supposed to go out with Will. Just great. I need to get ready.

I continue to think while I try to prepare myself for a completely new territory. I realize the biggest flaw in my conspiracy is that I don't have a motive. Not every person gets replaced. Just one so far. It's not like they're trying to get rid of the rich kids so the Forgotten can take their places.

Maybe it's a serial killer instead. Why wouldn't they kill Cardinal then?

I'm thrown head first out of my thoughts when I hear someone tapping on the window.

It's Shain.

Her face is streaked with tears. There's a branch in her hair and dirt on her clothes. She's going through something, which means I'm going to help her.

"Shain?" I ask, opening the window. She wipes her face off, getting dirt on it. "What's up?"

She laughs hysterically. "Oh, what's up? Hmm...nothing. Oh nothing's up." She sobs. "They f...f...found someone...else."