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He was unsure how to handle this. There was hardly even a reaction due to shock and disbelief, though surely everything will hit him by tomorrow. But for now Elliot really longed for sleep. The bird was already asleep even.

The bird... Yes, for now at least, it would simply be the bird and not Olivia.

Either way once he got to his room he prepared himself for sleep, making a makeshift nest of an extra blanket for the bird next to his pillow and sat it there before laying down and falling asleep himself.

 

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All of the phone calls made to her and emails sent were ignored. Well, of course the emails were. She sent the people she had on her friend's list her new email and deleted her old one... but the email moved to her new one. After a while Jessie just became horribly annoyed with it to the point she couldn't take it anymore.​

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She went into the bathroom and washed her face staring into the mirror then quickly looking away as soon as she was done washing it. She changed into PJs and went climbed into bed, but she found herself staring at the ceiling thinking about it. Maybe she was just imagining things, or maybe a very good prank was being pulled by someone on her contact list. Either way, she quickly grew tired and fell asleep immediately.​

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It didn't end as quick as she hoped, but it luckily ended and Shadow was free. They actually ended up taking him to the HQ, and she asked if she could please go. They brought here there and after a long process they matched the phones and facts and he had alibis. He couldn't go back to the school though within 30 days though, which meant if she wanted to see him she had to get out of the school.​

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When she got to her dorm, she wasn't as tired as much as she needed to relax. She made herself a cup of green tea and sat at the table thinking upon the day. There wasn't really much other than a bunch of legal stuff... or at least she was trying to ignore what almost happened the night before.​

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She really just wanted someone on the outside of it all to vent to, but it was against a rule. It was almost torture. Who did she know that was outside of this... she didn't have any fri-​

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She didn't make it to her bed, she had passed out right at the table next to a half empty cup of green tea.​

 

The eyes of Casey's eyes began to flutter open as he glanced up to she his mother's face. "M-mom?" Casey said as he closed his eyes upon realizing his head was resting on his mother's lap as she stroked his hair. His head hurt and the pain reminded him that his brother was gone. With closed eyes, tears fell down his cheek as he continued to rest on his mother's lap."H-he's gone mom...Altair is gone..." Casey struggled to say. As he attempted to say more, a finger pressed on his lips and stopped his words

"Shhhh...I know dear....I know your pain...we all are in pain.." Cassandra said calmly. It hurt her to see her baby in so much pain and she never hoped to ever see it. Removing her finger from Casey's lips she awaited the boy to speak, but in the end the boy said nothing. "Casey...I know your in pain and now is the time to grieve...but you and I both know Altair would never wish for you to grieve like this...you know he would rather see you happy" Cassandra said closing her eyes. "It was not your fault" Cassandra said.

Immediately upon hearing those words, Casey opened his eyes with a dull look in his eyes "No...it is my fault...I was unable to protect him...I was unable to protect her" Casey said sitting up and standing up. Silently he walked up to a dresser and stared at the mirror on the wall. "Something is going on mom, something I cannot tell you about...my friend Marina has vanished, Altair is dead...and Heidi...she was wounded...and..I...I couldn't do anything...just what if granduncle didn't appear? I could have lost her like I did Altair" Casey said closing his eyes tightly "I-I can't be this weak..." Casey said opening his eyes as he stared at his reflection. The pink hair...it reminded him so much of Altair. He couldn't take it, he couldn't take being reminded of Altair each time he looked at a mirror.

"Mom....can you dye my hair?"

I won't give up...I'll play this game....Marina...you may still be alive...I'll do all I can to find you...I'll make sure to be able to help you next time Heidi...I'll play this game...and i I die....I die without regret

Spoiler: His Heart is Steeled

His day was done and in the end he fell fast asleep once more.

 

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He and his aunt had talked all day. It'd been such a long time since he'd had stimulating conversation. Fortunately, he was able to swivel away from the subject of his cousin early on. Heidi had never messaged him back with the status of Kallisti, but Harley had a fairly bad feeling about it . . .

He sighed.

They talked about a lot; how she had completely faked her death, what she did after, how she stayed hidden this whole time . . . What bothered him the most is that she hadn't given him a straight forward answer about why she did it. There had been an explanation about causing the regret to her only daughter, to let her daughter feel the suffering, but nothing beyond that.

Somehow, though . . .

Somehow, he seemed to be laying in his bed - what the hell?

Man, this whole 'being a secret' business was annoying. He didn't know how he got where and when, but . . . From the corner of his eye, he saw a pure white feather dance down from the air.

Only . . . Not really. His mind was tired. He was tired. Tomorrow, he would find out what happened to Kallisti. Dead or alive, he would have to plan his next move before his end came.

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Heidi lay there staring blankly at the door. She had successfully managed to keep herself awake, but was now a prisoner in her own body. She couldn't move a thing. Nothing responded to her will. It had to have been the sedative. Her eyes scanned the room. The phone was back on the table. It felt so far away. She didn't like it all the way over there. It was her only connection. It wasn't safe away from her. She wished she had her phone, so she could make sure the others were still all right. She needed to know. All this anxiety was just feeding them like a drug. They were high on her misfortune.

At least this way, there was no physical pain. The emotional pain still lingered, along with that incomprehensible ache in her chest. Would she ever be able to rid her body of it? She was so weak. There was nothing she could do. No doubt Crestatia would be done with her soon, given the current situation. Would she end up just another body on the pile like so many others? At least if you killed yourself you would stand out. You wouldn't just be tossed into the masses like everyone else. It was becoming more and more tempting by the second. Every time they opened their mouths, she could feel the anticipation growing.

Finally, she could no longer fight the effects of the sedative and her eyelids began to droop. She didn't want to sleep- not now, not ever. Had Harley at least messaged her back since last night? Probably not. She missed him. He would help take the pain away. She always felt comfortable with him. Heidi yawned softly, but could not lift her hand to her mouth to cover it. Within a few more minutes, she was out. She was out for a night filled with terrible prison-like nightmares.

 

Isabella spent the rest of the day going on and off between sleep and waking. When the sun set, she made no attempt to turn the room's lights on. Once the room was completely dark, she managed to finally drift off into a deeper sleep. Whatever her ailment was, she had no choice but to hope it would be gone by the time she woke up the next day.

 

DAY 44
January 12th, Saturday
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Nine dead. Nine. Luckily, as he scanned the names the news had released, Elliot was not among them.He was beginning to notice something. Sure, Brookridge had always been pretentious and obnoxious...But it wasn't until the Bells had showed up that total chaos was unleashed. It was terrible...and he doubted it was just pure coincidence. At first he had pondered the possibility of one of them being a rich, genius murderer... but then he remembered the email he had gotten and couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with that. What made no sense, though, was that even if it did have something to do with it, it wouldn't explain why things were relatively normal before they showed up.

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Maybe, he wondered, the 'curse' (or whatever) followed the highest population of people. Maybe, terrible things happened wherever most of those who were plagued by this thing were. If that were the case, he needed to move far, far, far away. ​

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And honestly? Fuck school! Whoever was going about their lives normally was sick in the head. How could anyone focus or be bothered to do ANYTHING with this shit going on? He was surprised the Bellhurst kids hadn't moved themselves into an underground bunker...Though, knowing this 'curse', it'd probably end up flooding or something. He almost snickered, but then realized that he was apart of this whole thing, too. ​

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❝WELCOME HOME, JAMES...WOULD YOU LIKE ANYTHING?❞​

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KIERA's static filled voice interrupted him. He plucked another cherry out of the fruit bowl he carried into the room with him and plopped down on the edge of his bed. He had never spent so much time at Antilum before. It made him sick, but his father was loving it. ​

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❝Yes, actually. Get me the names of all of the students involved in the recent helicopter crash...❞​

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❝Also, dig me up some information on Bellhurst. That flood, specifically. Any students who were majorly affected there would be excellent. Deaths, too.❞ ​

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❝And Kiera? While I'm waiting...Tell me a story.❞​

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❝EXCELLENT. ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL NAMED RHIA...❞​

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Duncan woke up with a yawn and stretch. Wondering why this dark dripping room was different seeming then the one he was actually more used too. He looked around and noticed the things he kept at home. Oh. He was home. Why was this crazy woman keeping him here. He frowned and entered his bathroom, freshening up his body with a shower and a shave, he strode out and changed into something more lazy then what he was used too. If she was going to trap him here, he might as well give her hell and enjoy himself. She was keeping him away from exploring that ritualistic murder for goodness's sake. Speaking of which, there had to be some information on it on the internet, especially if there was a news report on it.

www.fnycu.com was quickly typed in as soon as he fired up his laptop and settled into his very ergonomic black chair. And he smiled at the logo and words "Fast News You Can Use. If we don't report it first, then it's a lie!" They were so bold and he loved it, that in your face attitude. But they were also accurate, so it made them even more valuable. When the homepage was done loading, he only had to click twice to find the page he wanted. After all, in such a small community, NINE deaths were a big ripple. And will you look at this, apparently some BAE students were missing and they had been for days. Duncan wanted to rub his chin but he didn't, he wasn't some old weirdo in thought. Besides, he was more interested in the ritual styled killing. After skimming and scanning the page, he came up with no imagery or information on what kind of ritual the altar was based on, nor any religion the culprit was involved in. But that would be revealed, soon enough. After all, they were a top notch news team. And Duncan even had respect for them.

With that curiosity quenched he pondered what to do next. How could he forget his quarry. Which he had no access too at the moment, unless Clark was out and about somewhere near his home. Then Duncan can claim that he felt trapped like a rat. So with this new plan hatching in his cranium, he sent out a few texts to his mindless scouts and ID'd the miserable cur's location. It was only a few blocks away. Now he just had to figure out a good enough reason to get there.

 

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Zoey was finally at home... her dorm room. Behind her lurked the old fisherman who had conveniently turned up. Zoey didn't know what to think right now. This old fisherman had known Tyler.
"You and he have the same eyes mi'dear. And that smile." He had told her. "It was just a guess at the time, but you're really his half sister, eh? That one, was a surprise. And trust me, mi'dear. I'm old. It takes a lot to surprise me." All Zoey could do was nod, she wasn't sure what to make of this. "I'm here for two reasons, because of that former hunch and that you're our Heidi's friend right? Heidi is family now, and she is gonna need you." Where did this old man get his information? Was he wired into some network or something? All she could do was nod again. "...Do you know Casey? Little runt, pink hair?"
...Yes. Sort of. She knew him from the body swap situation, and even then, it wasn't actually him, it had been Matt in Casey's body, but she'd seen him around since. "I know him, yeah. How come?"
"The kid is my Grandson." He said it like it explained everything. "I've got a bit of a favor to ask of you mi'dear. I know that something is going on. Kids are dropping everywhere, but I'm not going to ask about that..."
"What... can I do to help, Mr. Heckles?"
"My Great-Nephew, Altair, I believe you know him too." He paused suddenly. "It is terrible news, but he's joined your brother... He is no longer with us." He looked pained as he told her this news, his brow furrowed with emotion. ...The penny dropped instantly. Zoey was in shock herself. Altair was one of the people Heidi was close to, and Casey was Altair's cousin. ...This would destroy them. "...You understand their pain. Which is why all I ask of you, mi'dear is to stay with them. Be their with them and they for you. As I said, I don't know what is going, but you kids need to stick together. I'm old, so is that Damn Old Man, my brother. We might not be able to do much anymore, time has passed, but I can still give words of wisdom." He turned his back on the girl and headed to the door. "Friends. Family. Love. That is the greatest strength we as humanity have. Altair may be gone, as may Tyler be, as... may many others in the past weeks, but they live on in those who remember them. You will remember them I'm sure. Just remember that you and your friends aren't alone. You have each other. Be there for them and they will for you. Look after each other."
"...Old man.. ...Yes. Of course."
"Kukuku! That's enough rambling from this old fisherman anyway! I'm off now. Just remember what I said." And there he went. Zoey watching him leave.
...Zoey was reminded as she watched him go. It wasn't just the players of Crestatia's game who were suffering.

 

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With a tilt of her head and a frown, Nora gently reached out to poke the sleeping girl's shoulder before leaning in closer in an attempt to wake her. She herself hadn't been awake to for too long. The accident must have caused more stress in them both than she had thought. They had spent most of their time together sleeping. It was a nice, quiet, relaxing day yesterday. Though usually bustling with excess energy, she had to admit that it was a nice change of pace.

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Nora was also relieved to see that Bronagh had returned home safely. She thought that maybe it would be a fun time to go out together and get some breakfast. Unfortunately, she was the only one dressed and they were both still asleep. Somewhat impatiently, she dragged herself to the kitchen table and tapped on her shoulder.​

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❝Bernie...? Berrrrnie. Bernadette.❞

Bernadette felt something poke her face and she grumbled displeased. Mit Ihnen weg sein Foul Dämon. Lass mich schlafen. "Nn..." The weight of the bed shifted as someone climbed off of it and she was forced to open her eyes. Bernie blinked once, twice, three times before the room began to come into focus. She ran her fingers through her matted blond hair and glanced around. Right. She spent two nights in Eleanora's room. Yesterday had been much less uncomfortable compared to the day before. The strange feeling of loneliness seemed to have left the pair and they managed to have an enjoyable day. Bernadette still hadn't discovered who Eleanora shared a room with, and felt a pang of sadness at the idea that something might have happened to her friend's roommate, or her own. There was no word from Daniel. She had even tried calling the girl once.

❝Um, Bronagh? Wakey, wakey? Oh dear...❞

Did she say Bronagh? Bernie sat up in the bed stunned by the name. Her electric blue eyes followed after Eleanora and stopped at the sleeping figure in the kitchen. What was Bronagh doing here? Had she been Eleanora's roommate all along? She smiled softly at the fond memory of the two of them in the lounge. That had been the best part of the blizzard. It was Saturday now. Even with all the death craziness, today they had off from school regardless. Maybe the three of them could do something together. Bernie still really wanted to visit the stables, but it might not be so fun for her wild-hair wheelchaired friend. "Ah. Guud Mor-nen El-uh-nor-ah," she said with a cheerful smile and a quick wave to the fully dressed girl. Had she already gone out?

"Is Bronagh your ruummate? I know not." She climbed out of bed and followed Eleanora into the small dorm room kitchen. Bronagh looked oddly cute asleep at the table. She must have come in awfully late and passed out before making it to the bed.

 

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❝Um, Bronagh? Wakey, wakey? Oh dear...❞
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Bronagh had trouble waking up, but finally managed to open her eyes and realized she never made it back to bed. She sat up and rubbed her head and saw her cup of tea that was now cold and realized it was morning. She rubbed her temples with one hand and spoke, "Oh, sorry Eleanora. I didn't realize I'd-"​

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It took her a moment to register that Bernadette was there too, "Oh, hello Bernie!" she said in a happy, half awake voice. She looked at her phone quickly to see if Darrius might have gotten her text and replied. Nothing yet.​

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She stretched before saying, "I spent all day yesterday trying to get my friend out of police custody. I didn't realize I fell asleep..." she chuckled a bit before going red in the face, she was embarrassed and it was clear.​

 

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Just one step after the other...She could do this. It was a strange thing to think about...Just a few months ago, she had a family, and a beautiful home. Now she had none of that, but there were people to talk to and friends being made. Abandoning the whole 'witch' act had really done her nothing but good. Karen had said she was comping with things amazingly and she had to admit she was a bit proud of herself. ​

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❝You know each other already? That's great!...Hey, I was thinking...Would you guys like to go out for breakfast together or something?❞​

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She smiled at the offer and said, "Sure, I'd love to- Oh!"​

She rubbed the back of her head and spoke, "I forgot to tell you that I had the breakfast you made me and I loved it. That was a while ago... wow. I'm sorry I didn't get back to you about that until now, I haven't seen you conscious."​

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She got really quiet as her face went red and she covered her face, realizing the last thing she said, "That came out so wrong... I'm going to go get changed quickly."​

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The news. Why was it always the news? She had grown so sick of it. It only ever brought bad things to her ears, as if she didn't have enough to listen to the way it was. The nurse sat at her bedside feeding her food like a small child. That's what happens when you're crazy. You get strapped to a hospital bed while someone feeds you like a baby. Heidi was feeling rather cynical, which was something she had never experienced before. The damn nurse had turned on the news while she fed her breakfast. The police had finally released the names of the nine dead students. They had all been identified, one by one. It took two days, because it took them some time to solidify everyone's identities. A few names she recognized, while others she did not. It was torture. It was confirmed that Harley's cousin Kallisti was in fact a part of those numbers. She had been the one they found in the bathroom with Altair.

That stabbing pain in her chest returned. They said he raped her, then poisoned himself. He wouldn't-- she wouldn't believe it for a minute. Would Harley believe he did something so sick to his family member, one that he seemed to care about more than anything? She needed to talk to him. Her wrists twisted and turned in the leather straps and she fought against the restraints. The nurse jumped to her feet and she looked as if she were ready to stab her with the syringe. It was nothing unusual when you were a schizophrenic. She shook her head and loosened her body. Heidi fell back down with a dull thump as she hit the bed.

"Phone. Please? Just want phone..." She nodded over to it on the nightstand. The nurse, Josephine, looked wary of the idea. Could she trust Heidi not to do anything? Josephine chewed on her lower lip briefly before setting the fork full of sausage back down on the plate and reached for the phone. Her curly brown hair bounced around the back of her head in the low ponytail she had it in. She set the phone down on Heidi's lap and unlatched just one wrist restraint. Watchful green eyes stayed transfixed on Heidi's free hand. If she attempted any funny business, she would know it immediately.

Heidi lifted the phone up closer to her face. It was hard to maneuver on it with only one hand, but she managed. She wanted to call Harley, but couldn't even get her voice to work to speak to the annoying woman beside her, let alone someone she was about to deliver bad news to. Heidi swallowed a lump in her throat, before typing in a number in the messages search bar. It wasn't her phone, so he wasn't stored in the contacts, but she remembered it all the same. She had made sure to memorize the number, just in case she had lost that sheet of paper he gave her weeks ago.

She set the phone back down in her lap and heaved a heavy, heartbreaking sigh. A lone tear trickled down her rosy cheek and Josephine proceeded to wipe it away before restraining her wrist once more. Heidi didn't protest. She was growing complacent to this lifestyle. Would Harley text her back? Would he even care about what happened to her at this point? Probably not. He only cared about his cousin. She had seen that from the beginning. He probably wouldn't even respond to her.

 

As another day for Vergil started, he simply got up from his bed and put on another school uniform before heading out to breakfast. So far it seemed like he was the only person who was doing that, but clearly he changed when got to the dinning hall. Granted he still didn't recognize anyone there, he simply got in line to get his breakfast.



Nate had gotten an early start to the morning due to having something on his mind. There were only two days left until he was going to head back home for the reading of the will. An event he's been dreading ever since his parents died. It was unavoidable, but he at least wanted to delay it for as long as he could. Still, there was nothing that he could do at this point besides eat his food.

 

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"Are you sure you want to stay here? You can take a break from school....your sister would love to see her big brother again.." Cassandra said to her son as she stood outside with her husband beside her. All the rumours of death terrified the woman as all she really wanted was her son to be with her and remain safe.

"No...I cant mom....everything will be fine...tell sis that I'll be seeing her soon...I've just got business to do over here" Casey said closing his eyes. He knew he was lying when he told his parents that everything would turn out fine, but he desperately did not want his parents to fret or worry about him. He wished desperately that he could remain with his parents, grandfather, and little sister, but the future held no certainty for him.

"Kid, don't do anything stupid alright...if you do I'll have to run down here and kick your ass in order to teach you a lesson" Jacob said as he placed his hand on top of his son's head and ruffled his hair

Closing his eyes, Casey knew this was his father way of saying "If anything happens to you I will drop whatever I'm doing and be there right away". With this Casey smiled and refused to shed any tears. He wished to stand strong in front of his parents and make sure there was nothing for them to fear. Before they left, Cassandra gave Casey a final goodbye hug. Casey embraced his mother and closed his eyes tightly. This one hug meant the world to Casey, it was possibly the last hug he would ever receive from his mother. Just thinking about never seeing his parents again, and bringing them anguish and sorrow terrified the teen. When he thought about Altair he wondered if Altair ever thought the same thing. Did Altair ever feel fear that the end of his existence would bring sorrow? It was this thought that Casey decided to live by. Though he will shed tears, he would not let Altair's death deter him, he would make it his strength and make it push him forward. He knew this was what Altair wanted and with this he would never forget the silver haired teen that he called a brother.

The embrace ended and soon enough the two adults walked off. Casey silently watched as the two left and once they were out of sight, the tears that were held back finally gave way and ran down his cheeks. Closing his eyes and wiping them away, Casey decided to head over to the hospital to check on Heidi. After the wound Heidi received and the sudden trauma of Altair's death, he needed to see how the girl was doing. He soon arrived at the hospital, and asked for Heidi's room. Though he was told he probably wouldn't be allowed to see her he decided to try regardless. Upon reaching Heidi's room Casey knocked on the door.

 

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Bernadette was over the moon about Eleanora and Bronagh being roommates. Two birds with one stone as they say. It was thrilling. Today might not be so bad. "Breakfast sounds vuunderful!" She clapped her hands together enthusiastically before skipping over to her pile of from the other day. "Eine Minuten bitte." Bernie scooped the clothes up in one arm and carried them off into the bathroom with her. She did her best to smooth her hair back into a bun. She wasn't really dressed for going outside, she didn't even have her coat with her. Unfortunately, her room was two floors up. Hopefully Eleanora or Bronagh had an extra for her to wear. She came out of the bathroom smiling sweetly, her blue eyes sparkling in the morning light. "Ready!"

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There was a knock on the door and Heidi glanced up at Josephine. Even she looked surprised by the light rapping at the door. The nurse was clearly not expecting someone to come to the room. She stood, clearly the tray of food from the table and moved to the door. Heidi watched as Nurse Josephine stopped to smooth the wrinkles out of her scrubs, then proceeded to open the door. Her brown eyes widened at the long black haired boy standing across the threshold. She looked at him confused, then a small smile crossed her lips. "Casey," she whispered. Heidi shifted uncomfortably in her restraints.

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When Bronagh was done she was waiting for Bernie and Eleanora to be ready, she decided to check up on events and got alerted about news. This time the news had names of the kids who died. She gasped as soon as she saw the list and found herself staring in horror at one of the names.​

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Kallisti Lein.​

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She shook her head quickly to try and forget about it, maybe it was for the best. After all, she was going to be a vessel for a demon if she had done it. Who knows what could have happened if that was the case. She knew other names too, like Elizabeth, the girl who visited her in the hospital... well, didn't visit her, more like, spoke to her in a group room. And Christina, which made her feel even worse... she was the one who didn't talk and she met once at lunch, she still had her number.​

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The other names she felt bad for not knowing them directly, she recognized the name Anthony as Elizabeth's brother, Allison was that girl who ran up to Quintus when Bronagh had helped out Bernadette when she fell.​

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Bronagh's eyes went back down to the list then she quickly shut off her phone. She rolled over and picked a coat out of the 3 she had and her face was still in shock, her lips turned down into a frown and she breathed out sadly.​

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She said no. Ugh! She was such a joykiller sometimes. The small things that made him happy, she just wouldn't let him have it. Hmph. That would change with his birthday. He nodded assuredly as he tied and laced up his boots and shoved his skully down over his ears. Oh he was going to do his on spying on Clark, it just didn't feel right having someone else do it for him. With a sigh placing two arms in his jacket sleeves, he was leaping at out his first floor window and onto the snow covered ground. Using his GPS app to hunt down his current target.