The Island

Part 10 - 5

Five:

The tree gave the perfect excuse for someone to sneak away. Long before Jeanette fell from the bathroom, Emma screamed for JT, or even Logan and Wyatt passed out, this someone was on the move. When the tree fell, they made sure they moved their clothes and other materials to a safe zone where they knew the tree wouldn't crash down. After all, the tree party was their idea. They were the one who organized it. This made them smile to themselves; knowing that their plan was about to succeed with flying colors was empowering. They undoubtably now were in control over every living bitch on that island. Whether they came from Michael's room, the upstairs bathroom, or even the library, someone took to themselves and went for their attire. Once they found them, they stripped down to their undergarments, allowing the slight breeze to tickle their nerves. Goosebumps began to creep up their evil little body. They hardly cared however; feeling drunk with power drove them to change faster and get their second phase of this extravaganza over and done with. With tight black leather pants squeezing their thighs, a black t-shirt and hoodie over their head, and black leather shoes on their feet, they were ready to go. They grabbed their bag of necessary supplies and were off. Using the tree as their guide, they went down and around. They touched down on the debris filled hall with almost no sound whatsoever. They looked around, making sure no one was around to see them. Once they knew no one was stirring, they began for one last item they had forgot about. They had to go under the tree - possibly again - and find the pocket laundry room. It was only a few steps from where they were to what used to be the laundry room. They noticed a smell; something that didn't smell right. They feared of what it was, but tried not to imagine seeing their expensive liquid ruined. They stepped inside and peeked at the corner they had hid their liquid. Disguised as laundry detergent, the someone found the bottle. It was face down under some debris. They kicked it over and gasped. The bottle of chloroform had completely escaped the smashed bottle. Yes, chloroform. The same stuff that Taylor had nightmares about. The same stuff that they used to knock out Adin. They put a hand immediately to their mouth; chloroform in a gaseous form was not only nauseous but deadly. They took off at a brisk pace away from the danger. Their footsteps echoed at bit as they dashed through the destroyed hallway and into what used to be Sara and Andie's room. Still with their bag in full grip, they tried not to let their breathing become a attention-drawing signal for the bitches to come and find them. Their quick pace slowed down going through their room; their next phase could wait a moment. They took in their destruction they had made all around. From what used to the their window to the very wall that separated Michael's room and Sara's room, the tree took out everything. The fact they had caused so much discord throughout the cabin made them smile evilly under their still-raised hand. Their next criminal deed, the drunkening power of having full reign over all of the occupants of the island, and the fact they were going to get away with all of it made them smile even wider. They decided they'd seen enough of the destruction in Sara and Andie's room and left the room through the gaping hole they had left with the tree. They hopped out, maintaining their silent streak. They started across the lawn. Since they were no longer in any serious danger of inhaling devastating gaseous chloroform, they lowered their hand from their face. Being seen by the bitches didn't even cross their mind; the moonlight casted a shadow on the boathouse across the entire west portion of the lawn. About halfway across the yard, they looked down and saw the saw that was tossed earlier. The sight of it made facts flood their disturbed mind. They were the one who smuggled some weapons onto the island, including the saw. They were the one who spied on Sara, Andie, and Emma on the first night. They were he one who hung over the side of a roof just to get juicy details out of Wyatt and Logan. Their footprints were still stained on the sides of the cabin. They were the one who used manipulation in the election. They were the person everyone wondered about. They were the one who everyone feared. They were the one behind it all. Well, most of it. But overall, they were Adin's killer. Clearing their thoughts from their mind, they stepped onto the grey dock attached to the boat house. They counted the steps to the secret place. "One, two, three, four." They counted aloud. At the fourth step, they bent down and observed a inauspicious latch in the dock itself. With two fingers, they pulled the handle upward with a creaking noise. A door, about three feet by three feet suddenly lifted into the cold night sky. Inside the black darkness of this pit, a putrid stench assault their nostrils. They rubbed their nose and waved their arms in the air. Once the smell left the area, they stuck one foot down into the black pit. A wooden step greeted them about a foot into the hole in the dock. Being extra careful, they continued stepping the stairs into the hole until their hoodie ducked under the dock itself. Inside, only the bleak moonlight lit the key features of this compartment; concrete walls, wooden steps supported by cinder blocks, and a fence that when across the back half of the space. This metal fence touched the ceiling of the hideaway to the bottom, making a convenient cell for any soul unlucky enough to be on the inside. They dropped their bag they brought with them to the damp floor and blinked slow. They let their midnight hoodie down, letting their hair hang loose and breathe for a second. Silence greeted Adin's 'killer' for a moment. They cocked their head as some rustling came from inside the metal fence. Suddenly, a voice rang out in the dark. "Hello, Carmen." "Hello, Adin."