Manipulation

Ch 28 At the edge of a blade

Angel's P.O.V

I looked up from my phone went off, loud and clear. A red light flashed though the bathroom and i sighed. Kat had done it, she had pulled the alarm right at 2 am. I waited til the hallways were empty before walking out and making the short distance between the bathroom and Room 7. I could hear people shouting down the other halls and quickly closed the door behind me. The room was like any other, clean and had desks lined up to face the whiteboard which stretched out the front of the room.

I found the note were he said it would be. Along with something else. Something rose in my chest and it took a bit to realize it was fear. I carefully put the knife on the table, my hand shaking as i stepped away from it. I took a shaky breath and tried not to think what it had been used for. The blade was clean and smooth, something etched into it but the handle was a different story. It was wooden and had a curve on it and at the top, just near the blade was a dark patch. Blood.

I shook my head as something entered my head. Someone cutting Heath's throat. I nearly cried at the though but pulled myself together. No, don't think about him. I opened the note and looked down at the type written letter.

Dear Angel

A sacrifice must be made if you want little Bianca to be okay. 

On the board you must write 'Mr Droom is a gay fuck, he is a pervert who has watched

girls get change in the locker rooms and sells drugs to students in exchange for sex'

It must be written in blood, your blood. 

I have been nice enough to help you with that, when you finish put the knife back under the desk. 

Don't disappoint me or sweet Bianca gets it. 

-Stalker

I crumbled the note and shoved it into my pocket. Hesitantly i picked up the knife and walked over to the board and drew a deep breath. My left hand stung as i drew the blade over my hand, right at the meaty part. Blood pooled in my hand slowly, the warm liquid caressing my palm.

I placed my fingers in my blood then started writing on the board, watching the red letters make themselves behind my fingers. The words stretched across the board as i wondered how long i had til people realized there was no fire. I felt bad for writing this and my hand shook making the letters wobbly. When i was down i stepped back and help my bleeding hand. It was already healing and stung like crazy.

I looked at what i had done and felt chilled to the bone at how creepy it looked. My blood ran down the white board, little rivers running down from the words and the light wasn't helping. Carefully i cleaned the knife on my jump then stuck it back under the table. I jumped as the door opened. Katsa looked in at me. "Come on, we need to get out of here..." she trailed off as her eyes danced over the white board and the words.

Katsa's P.O.V

I wasn't sure if i should have been more surprised at the words or that the fact that it was Angels blood which was on the board. I could smell it, Coconut and and a sharp but sweet smell. Angel walked downwards me. "Okay, lets go"

We hurried down the hall and into the bathroom. Once we were inside Angel unclasped her hands and placed them under the sink. She turned the tap on the the water ran red, mixing with the blood on her hands. I watched her as she cleaned her hand. "In blood" she mutters. "He really is messed up"

"Yeah" i agreed with her and glanced down at my hands. It had been some sort of acid on the handle.

Angel saw me looked and instantly drew her hands from under the water and caught my hands, even as the cut started weeping again. She shook her hand and pulled me towards the sink, muttering things as she placed them under the cold water. "What happened?"

"There was acid or something on the handle" I shook my head and tried to relax.

Angel growled something then turned the water off and pressed some paper towel over my palms then tended to her still bleeding hand. "Let me guess, he said something about a sacrifice for Bianca?"

"Yeah-what? No. He said Emily" I frown at Angel.

Angel looked at me then pulled out a piece of paper and handed it too me. I read the paper then handed the one i had found over to her. That was odd. Angel didn't really know Emily, i did though. And Angel knew Bianca really well but i didn't, not so much anyway. I looked up at her astonished. "He knew who would do what" Even i couldn't believe it and i was the one who had said it.

She opened her mouth and started between the two sheets. "No, that's impossible. We were in the room when we decided. What...?" she shook her head and leaned against the sink. "He really is stalking us"

I shivered at the thought and suddenly felt uncomfortable. I really didn't feel safe now. If he was stalking us then he would know we're trying to find him, he knew who we talked to, he knew our secrets. He knew everything about us. "This is far from a game" i say recalling the first note. This sick basted is playing a game with us. A game i really didn't want to play.