Manipulation

Ch 27 Handling acid

A note was stuck to our door when we arrived at our room. The note was folded in half, tape stuck it to the door. Angel ripped it off the door and read it. She then shook her head. "No..."

"What?" I ask taking the note from her, it was typed and the paper was scrunched. On the bottom right was something red and there was a faint smell of copper and the smell of some type of flower. It was blood. Under the smell of blood was the smell of Cinnamon and Garlic, enough to make me shiver.

Dear Angel and Katsa

I have a little game for us to play, play right and no one gets hurt, play wrong and there will be consequences.

At 2am tomorrow one of yous have to ring the school fire alarm, don't get caught though. 

The other one has to go into room 7, i want you to wright a little message. 

You will find a piece of paper under the 2nd desk on the furthest right, stuck to the bottom of the table. 

If yous fail to do this then there will be blood on your hands.

Don't try something or tell anyone, someone may just get hurt.

-Stalker

Angel looked up at me and blinked a bit.

"Well?" I ask worried. "What do we do?"

"What he says..." she trails off and looks at the paper. "We can't risk anyone getting hurt" her voice was small. She then opened the door and walked into the room, dragging me in with her. When the door was shut she turned to me. "Who ever this is we need to find out. He's seriously messed up and crazy. Who knows how long until he does something"

I stared at her for a while then sighed. "Whys he picking on us?"

Angel shook her head, her eyes shinning bright yellow for a second and her shoulders raising as she collected herself. "I don't know. He's sick" She smiled then and gave a soft laugh. "And not the good type of sick"

I smile knowing she was trying to lighten the mood and played along. "Is there a good type of sick?"

Angel grinned then, her white teeth flashing at me. "Love sickness is good"

I rolled my eyes at her and dropped my bag on the floor. "Your mental" We laughed at that, not exactly sure why but we did. Even if we could possible get detention for doing this and have to tell someone why we did and then get our friend hurt or more then likely killed, we laughed. It was weird but we did. Right then it didn't matter. I threw myself onto the bed while Angel made more jokes.

I walked down the hallway slowly, trying not to look suspicious. The fire alarm was in the middle of one of the hallways, a store room next to it. I tried the door and breathed a sigh of relief that it was unlocked. If it was then i'd have to make a run for it, down the hallway, were there were classes which would walk out of the rooms, and see me, running down the hall like a lunatic.

A little glass window was over the handle and after a double cheek down the halls i opened it with ease and held the red lever. I placed my hand on the lever but instantly pulled back hissing in pain. My skin was burnt and bleeding from where i touched the lever. Someone had put something on the lever. I then saw the note stick beside it and pulled it off carefully.

I'm sorry, did that hurt? Too bad, you must make a sacrifice for Emily.

Pull the lever and don't use anything but your hand

I'm watching you so do it right.

-Stalker

I glanced down the halls. I couldn't see anyone watching, i couldn't see anyone at all. But that didn't mean someone isn't watching, it just means i can't see them.

I groaned and stuffed the note into my pocket before quickly grabbing the lever and pushing it down. I cried out and drew my hand back as my skin burned and bled. My hand was red, blisters were forming on my palm and finders. The alarm should be going off but the halls were silent and nothing was happening. I was about to lift it up and try it again when a red light in the hallway started flashing, seconds later a bell when off, the sound screeching down the halls. I quickly dashed into the store room, slamming the door behind me.

I leaned against the door and listened as people hurried into the halls, shouting and teachers yelling. Come on Angel, i'm counting on you. I looked down at my burnt hand and bite my lip. Lets hope Angel doesn't have to do anything too extreme.

 But the world loves proving me wrong.