Now in at this point, i was really bored and impatient, so i made it uneccessarily obvious of who the first traitor is....
Art was dull. The teacher pretty much threw construction paper, glitter, glue, and safety scissors at us and listened to the gossip. The man grumbled when none other than Lucas stumbled in.
“Well, hello, my fellow vampire supporters,” the man finally spoke. Everyone dropped everything and turned to him. Could this be any more obvious? “I see we have more supporters, please state your name and why you’re here.”
“My name is Brook, and I have an eating disorder,” a blonde flicked her hair.
Ace nudged Ash.
“Oh, uh, this is Rio, he has selective mutism, and I’m Oliver, I have an obsession with dead things.”
I almost smiled. How ironic. “I am Koraka, and I like to eat rat.”
There was a mutual groan of disgust throughout the crowd.
The man went on, “I am Mr. Nolano, and it’s nearly time to go, I’ll see you all next week.” He gave a creepy grin as the three of us rushed out of the room.
“I’ve got to go check in with Dr. Vega.”
“We’ll come with you,” Ash volunteered.
“If you really want to.”
He nodded.
After a minute of comfortable silence, I turned to him, “Ash, do you really have an obsession with dead things?”
“Ash?”
I blushed, “Sorry, it slipped.”
“No, no it’s fine, just wondering. And yes I do.”
Ace sent him a look.
“Do you really like eating rats?”
“Sadly enough, I do.”
“Well, I have no place to judge you, Ray. At least you don’t have a morbid fascination with dead things.”
“I can tell you each stage of decomposition that a bird goes through. Excluding maggots.”
“Really?” He paused, slightly shocked.
“I grew up in a basement with rats and a dead bird.”
“That explains it.” He continued walking.
I chuckled a little.
“You should do that more often.”
“What?”
“Laugh. Yours sounds nice. Not at all obnoxiously loud like Shrimp child’s.”
I flushed as we turned the corner and found Dr. Vega waiting for us.
“Who?” was all he asked us.
“Mr. Nolano.”
He nodded, “I suspected. How is your back?”
“It’s not bothering me too much right now.”
“Good. By the way, here,” he handed me the third letter. “It’s the final one. I know you guys can do it. Good luck.” With that he disappeared into the clinic.
We rushed back to the room and burned the forgotten second letter.
I took a deep breath, “No matter what, we have to accomplish this final letter. You guys know that, right?”
“Yes we do.” I turned to see Iris.
“You all ready?”
“Just open the damn letter!”
I looked at Ace, surprised to hear him impatient.
“Okay, here goes nothing.”
Dearest daughter and friends,
We send this letter to congratulate you on your progress so far. You are nearly done. Find out who the other traitor is by parents day, where we will finally be reunited with our daughter. The last mole is one that we used to be close to. No one knows what happened to him, he just snapped. You have met him already. Good Luck.
Love,
Your parents
After nearly two hours of arguing, I finally told everyone to shut up.
“You are all so oblivious if you can’t figure it out!” It was painfully obvious. The open letter, among other things.
“Who?” Ace asked.
I stared at him blankly.” Dr. Fallon.”
