The Host of Hyperion

Chapter 4 - Kennedy

Sorry these take so long to post. On top of school and sports, I have to retype everything that I wrote from where I originally wrote this to here and that takes at least two hours. I will also be posting the translations for stuff that isn't in English below the language in italics and in bold, anything written anywhere will be bolded. Kennedy's hand writing will be bolded and Elisabeth's in italics. Also, I'm using google translate, I'm sorry if I get it wrong, blame google translate. I currently have from the Prologue to Chapter 8 finished and I'm currently working on Chapter 9 with my co-writer. I should probably mention that this story will be long. Not 10 chapters long, but around thirty to forty chapters long, depending on how we decide to go with this. So don't expect this to end all that fast. This is just a warning to all those who think this will be completed fast. Sorry again for the long ass author's note I just wanted to make this stuff clear. Thank you and enjoy the chapter. -Echo

To all of you who just skipped my author's note, go back and read it because if you don't you will get lost while reading

I didn't know what to feel. Terror? Surprise? I looked at the lunch tables. Elisabeth had stated here theory on what happened to Carter, including his suitcase. The others of our group twisted their faces in confusion. Leah snorted derisively and rolled her eyes. 

Elisabeth, harshly rebuked, looking crestfallen and stormed away. The one spot where Carter and his idiot friends would laugh and make loud obnoxious noises was empty and quiet. I looked at Elisabeth, who was currently walking ahead to our next class.

"Don't tell me you buy that craziness," Leah frowned in Elisabeth's direction.

"It makes sense," I looked at her.

Leah's lips fell into a sneer. She swung her school bag over her shoulder and stormed ahead to talk to her other friends. She threw her tray onto the trash can with full force, looking miffed.

"She's full of hot air, Leah," Sarah walked with me to physical education, "But still, she doesn't have much of a rain-parade moment, because that made no sense."

"Yeah, it did!" I said furiously, temper rising again.

"Get a grip, Wyrene," she scowled coldly, "Some of us aren't nut jobs."

I frowned at her. She walked ahead to Kylie, and the two no doubt were gossiping.

I realized that the only to prove Elisabeth's theory is through one dangerous act. I immediately knew what had to be done. The idea of breaking the rules comforted me, for it had been a long time since I had done such, which had only been two weeks. 

I took a sharp turn to the dorm rooms. The hallway was empty except for me. I hurried over to Dorm A, and tugged at the door handle. It was locked. I pulled a pin free from my hair and picked at the lock furiously. But unfortunately, my lock-picking skills were always rank.

In frustration, I kicked the door hard. The lock flew out and the door swung open.

My heart stopped for a whole five seconds as I took in the scene.

The beds were upturned. The wallpaper was slashed viciously and wall splashed with something horribly red. The floor was covered in a fine yellow dust, and a heavy smell of dried blood and iron filled my nose. Pieces of torn pajamas lied on the ground. The closet's door laid on the floor, now in splinters.

The window was shattered in pieces-the small shards scattered across the floor, covered in crimson splashes. My bag nearly fell off of my shoulders as I slumped against the doorframe, hyperventilating and trying to grasp my nerve.