The Forgotten

High School Massacre (Part One)

I start paying attention again.

York is saying, "She won't do it. We need to assign someone else."

The girl replies, "Oh please. With persuasion, she will. She doesn't even like her."

Why can't people be formal and use people's real names? It's a lot easier to steal information that way.

"They seem to have bonded." I can't tell if the girl is Jersey. This sounds like a brother-sister argument. She sounds too young though. Maybe Cardinal's age. So why is she here? Are people that young participating in this bloodshed.

This is going from crap to turd in seconds.

I hear the girl say, "If anyone can turn her, Will can. She'll see."

So, the she is me. Who's the her?

A pit forms in my stomach when I realize what they're discussing. They want me to kill the person I was supposed to be.

They should've thought about that before they killed my sister.

"Shame about Janessa," York says. I raise an eyebrow. Is that...remorse? Was it he who took her life? Surely not. He should only kill who he was supposed to be, right? That's what Will and Lance said.

Speaking of Lance...

I whisper, "Who were you supposed to kill?" He turns red and green, like a Christmas stocking. "What?"

"I can't tell you," he replies. "It's under control though."

I hiss, "Does that mean you did it?" He doesn't confirm nor deny this. I scowl. Now I really can't trust him. Work with him, maybe. Trust him, no.

I turn back to York and his little lady friend. They're coming closer. Will they see us? Possibly. Crap.

"We need to run," I tell him. Lance shakes his head.

"We need more information. I want to hear about Janessa." Sighing, I return to the discussion.

The girl is saying, "to tell Shain about everything, but to kill her birth parents? We told her to wait until after their child was dead."

"She is," York states.

"Ah..." The girl doesn't elaborate. "Well, I've killed my mark. I'm going after Mommy now." She mocked a baby voice when she said the last sentence.

"And your father?"

"My brother can handle him, if he ever shows," she tells him.

I breathe in sharply as they approach our corner,

I exhale softly when they go the other direction. Only downside is we can't get more out of them.

Lance grabs my hand and pulls me down our corridor. I yank my hand away, but follow him.

I cringe at the sight of splattered blood. And bodies...three bodies.

Lance doesn't react to it. He continues walking casually as if it were a normal school day. What did they show them at their training place. Thank God I managed to escape that particular bit of fate.

Suddenly someone screams. Lance and I exchange glances, then take off down the corridor. I almost slip on a pool of blood once, but I don't fall.

We find a girl attempting to slice the throat of a boy. I recognize the boy from school as Fred Vaser. The girl I recognize from the Compound as H-7-30, or Hester Prynne, named for The Scarlet Letter.

"Hester, stop!" I exclaim. She does stop, only to turn and chuck her knife at us. Fortunately now she's weaponless. Lance uses his gun (not the spare he gave us) to shoot her in the shoulder. She uses her other hand to try to strangle Fred, so I shoot her in the stomach. She doubles over.

Lance grabs a jump rope from the PE cabinet (we were four feet away from the gym). He begins to bind Hester. I check on Fred.

"You okay?" I ask. He nods nervously. I see blood is slightly trickling from a thin cut on his neck. Oh God, literal God. She was going to behead him.