Red. Orange. Green. Blue. Purple. So many colors in the world, don't you think my lovelies? But out of them all she had to pick yellow to harbor the color of her hair. There's your clue, my lovelies but don't go yet. My last clue. I can tell you were not very impressed by the outcome. There really was no point in that clue. It was all just for my own entertainment. For just a bit of fun. It was so funny seeing you, Avery, getting so worked up over a boy bad mouthing your best friend. You must be extremely over protective of her and love her a lot. Maybe as much as I love you all. However, you certainly are not proving your love for your best friend, are you? With all this dilly dallying and messing around. Like I have said, and say every time, time is running out with Allie, and soon she'll be gone. Good luck, my lovelies.
Myron and I both finished reading the note. No emotions crossed my face as I stared at the field in front of me. After finding the note, we found a nearby bench in a huge grassy field to sit on and read it. Just like always, it was disgusting and caused bile to rise to the back of my throat, daring to spill out.
"That was all a joke?" I asked weakly. "This is a game to him?"
I looked across at Myron who sat there not saying anything, "We should go find Skyy. She's the next person."
Myron stood up and began walking but I quickly ran after him, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to face me, "Why is he doing this to us, Myron?"
"Avery," Myron tried but I knew what he was doing. Changing the subject.
"No!" I exclaimed. "You have to tell me. Why is he doing this to us? To Allie? Why is he torturing us? Why is he playing this game with us? Why is –."
Myron suddenly cut me off with a shout, "I don't know! Okay? I just don't know. I don't know why he's doing any of this or why it's us, but he is and there will be a reason for it. You just don't know it yet but everything has a reason."
"And you don't know it either?" I asked weakly. "You said that I don't know the reason yet, but do you?"
"I –," Myron paused. "I'm not sure."
Anger flared up inside of me, "And you didn't care to even tell me?"
"I didn't want to worry you even more," Myron argued. "You're already so stressed over Allie. Besides, it's nothing to do with you really."
"Nothing to do with me?" I all but shrieked. "You think it is nothing to do with me? This is all to do with me. This is my best friend who has been kidnapped. It is me who keeps encountering that creature. It's everything to do with me, Myron Winters."
"Okay, I'm sorry it is your business," Myron apologized. "I just didn't know how to tell you or when."
"Well you can sure as hell tell me now," I said, placing my hands on my hips. "Spill."
"Well you said that the creature said his name was Evan Willows and that's the same surname as Macy," Myron said.
"Yes, I know all of that already," I snapped impatiently.
"But it's also the same surname as Chris."
I froze.
Myron was right. It was the same surname as Chris. Chris Willows. Surely it was just a coincidence. It just didn't add up. How could they all have the same surname?
"I don't understand," I shook my head, loose strands of my hair falling in front of my face.
"Neither do I," Myron admitted, shifting on his feet. "I just noticed it."
