Horrified, confused, scared.Susan hurt herself. I don't know where the penknife came from, but it seemed like she had prepared it from the beginning."Hey, McKane! McKane!"It was only a few seconds later that I realised my body was being shaken. Mr Henderson was trying to hide his panic, but the trembling of his body that seemed to be a contagious knee-jerk reaction was something he couldn't prevent when he came into contact with me. "Take her to the infirmary!"*#*"It's just a slight scratch, but it's not too deep.""But, he's bleeding a lot," I said in panic."It just looks like it. But, she didn't bleed that much. Maybe she'll just get a little dizzy. Just rest, drink, and take the medicine I'll prescribe later." Mrs Blake patted my shoulder with a smile. "That's because you and Mr Henderson acted quickly."Still. I sighed, not wanting to think any further negatively."Was she always like that?"I frowned. "What does that mean?""Does she got into some serious trouble, huh?"I
I don't know why when I asked that, Mrs Blake showed a kind of meaningful smile.It wasn't her first kind of smile. It was a mischievous and ignorant grin. I'm not psychic, and I hate guessing the most. But, from his gaze, he seemed to be saying, 'And you said you guys were never close.'Duh, why do adults like to infer something unnecessary and repetitive?This, after all, isn't due to some sort of ulterior motive or undisclosed closeness. It could just be the responsibility of a class president.Yeah... though there's a bit of a motive that I can't tell you exactly, anyway."Are you awake?" I called out when I pulled back the curtains to find Susan sitting on a gurney with her hands bandaged."I didn't faint, McKane.""That's... true." Silly me. Not only did it make me look like an idiot, it also sent us into an awkward silence.Susan had been looking out through the window anyway and seemed in no mood to look at me."Um... I wanted to talk about something, is this the right time..
That's really fucked up thinking.What was that bastard Michael thinking? Didn't he say he wouldn't bother the people around me again? Didn't he say that Liz was the last one?However, I quickly remembered that Michael was a cold-blooded killer. He was a criminal, a criminal.So is Elena. So is Silas. So am I.Ah, Silas. That's right. Hearing Susan's story made me sick to my stomach and I didn't have time to bring it up.Wait, should I told Silas about this? That would create a frenzied split, and a more troublesome conflict. But can I stop Michael on my own?And that thought is what brought my feet here.No, they didn't. It wasn't purely walking.There was a reason why Elena had to take the car when she picked me up at our first meeting. Yes... although partly (mostly) to appear mysterious, but it was also because of the distance between the school and the casino.I took a taxi here, and still can't believe that I (technically) 'work' at this place.It's early afternoon, but the at
I passed people rolling dice, shuffling cards, a bunch of pole dancers, a tender table with a strong smell of alcohol, before finally entering Elena's room.Before entering it, from outside, I could see the shadow of someone who was turning his back.I guess it only took a second for her to realise I was watching.When her face turned around, I almost jumped out of my skin.At that moment, my hand was already holding the door knob. Making us inevitably come face to face, again. "Michael?"Michael looked at me for a moment, then back at Elena."Mr McKane," Elena said, full of her usual elegant composure. Yet, somehow, I could smell the uneasiness on her face. "You didn't say you were coming."That was actually appropriate. I scratched the back of my neck, which wasn't itchy. "Is this a bad time?""Actually--" Elena's words were quickly interrupted by Michael. "I've finished saying what I wanted to say, you can continue this alone.""Are you sure, Mr Hughes?""Do I look like someone wh
"So..., Mr McKane? I'm all yours now," Elena said, resting her chin on a clump of hands.She was not wearing a long researcher's robe or a professional tuxedo today, but a maroon dress with a V-shaped cut-out in the chest. Her curly hair was 'tossed' over the right side of her body, exposing most of her slender left neck.I realised then that Elena was a mature woman, and a very beautiful one at that.It left me at a loss for words."Mr McKane?" she repeated."Ah, um..." I hiccupped and it must have looked really stupid. What was I supposed to say just now? Ah, right. "Someone's after me!"Elena's gaze turned sharp and serious. "You mean... offensively?""I see." I started by sitting down on the chair provided, and then began to tell the one that had been bothering me the most lately, though it was doubtful if Elena or her team had any concrete answers. "Long before meeting you, I actually met this girl. She introduced herself as Evangeline Hudson, whether that's her real name or not.
That's an astonishing fact. It's like discovering that Neil Armostrong didn't actually land on the moon.True, it's just a joke and conspiracy material. But then, so was the phenomenon Elena had revealed earlier. "Of course, it's still just a raw, untested theory. My team and I need more concrete data to come to a definite conclusion, so... other than that, is there any other info that could help?"I bit my lip. "I don't think so."If Elena was disappointed, then she hid it well. "This is truly groundbreaking information, Mr McKane, and we find it very helpful." He cleared his throat briefly. "Have you considered signing the contract we gave you?"I hadn't thought about it, at all. "Uh, yes... I think that would take a lot of time."Elena sighed. "That's too bad. I'd like to compensate you more, but it would be difficult if our partnership hasn't been formally established yet. Is 3000$ enough for you?"I widened my eyes once more. It was an amount even smaller than my level-up reward
That's the fourth one.KNOCK! KNOCK!Well, after this, he must have given up.KNOCK! KNOCK!Huh? What the hell?Tsk! It looks like I'm facing a more determined opponent now. Then I must show the same persistence.I'll keep waiting.Waiting.Waiting.Waiting.Waiting.It's like the tenth time, but why isn't she leaving. The repetitive barrage of voices was getting on my nerves.Fuck whoever it is, I've had it!I walked out of the room, stomped my feet, and grabbed the knob of the exit door. When it finally opened, my mouth was already open and ready to slap whoever was standing behind it.But, standing there was... "Carl?" "You... what are you doing here?" No, I'm not. That's not quite the right question, actually. "Where have you been all this time?"The last time I saw her was at the beginning of my encounter with Susan. It was a moment that was quite vivid in my memory, and seemed to have happened years ago.He suddenly appeared with a look that was... quite unrecognisable.Her hair
"Wait, flattered?"Jason shrugged. "Well in the middle of your busy schedule of studying, you can make time for me and this party.""Well, that's..." Actually, what I said in class earlier was just a momentary boast to make what he was trying to do less important than what I was going to do.But, I was the one who proved it wrong, and here I was. Jason didn't seem to care about my continued words (as usual). Instead, he turned and said, "Walk with me," he said, still the same way he had when giving orders. "What do you think?""What about what?""The party. It's certainly no more interesting than your favourite world history, but--""I never said I liked history class," she said suddenly in an angry tone.Jason never liked being interrupted. See, even though he tried to hide it, there was a twitch at the corner of his eye that indicated that he was annoyed with my attitude.However, so be it, because anyway, yes, I didn't like the way he said it as if I found writing far more enjoyab