Death of the Vanguard

Chapter Six

I wake.

The world seems normal again, though I am hungry and dehydrated. 

I sit up, and the bed is empty except for me. Checking the clock, it's only 7:00. My helpful visitor must have left early this morning. Glancing over from my alarm clock, I realize that he must not have left that early. There's a tray of breakfast, and a still steaming cup of hot cocoa. I smile appreciatively, and reach for the cup. Sipping it, I pull the tray onto my lap, and start into the food.

When I finish the plate, I move it and then frown. 

There's a single, white letter in the same elegant script as the two others that I received. 

"Good Morning Amelia. I hope that today you learned hangovers are extremely unpleasant. Even when someone helps you. I don't know if you were cognitive enough last night to hear me, so I'll tell you again. It's best not to leave your door unlocked at night, especially when you're planning to get dead drunk." My heart sinks in my chest as I realize my 'kind' visitor last night was the person who's been writing me the letters.

Nevertheless, the letter continues.
"Andrew's and my plans are coming to fruition. You were out of comission all day, so you didn't realize that another piece died. You're my favorite, as he promised. As ever, Andrew wasn't wrong."

As usual, the letter is unsigned.

I push the tray away from myself, spilling the hot cocoa. It burns, but I don't care. I need to get out of here.

I try to leave my room, but there's a man in my way. "Excuse me miss. You're not allowed to leave."