Chapter 9

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"Stephanie to group, I think we might have a chance to escape from here, but we need to get information about who or what we are dealing with and what happened to us. Why did we suddenly all act like psychos after we remembered what had happened?" Stephanie stuttered into the walkie-talkie.

"We need to find out more about this 'mark' Trina was talking about," Maria responded.

"I-I do have some memory of this guy, the symbol that he had in the back of his cloak. If I'm correct, the person who you said had a  mark on the side of his neck, is the same person who we saw at the woods."

"The same- what? Even if that was true, how would he know where we would be, especially in the asylum? I never even saw that face before it could be some random guy," Stacy whisper-shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"More importantly, what happened to Trina? Who's the person closest to her?" Maria whispered while trying to look at the cells.

"Wyatt is the closest out of all of us," Tara said hoarsely. "Can you see anything, Wyatt?"

"I can try," Wyatt spoke into the walkie-talkie. "There is a person there who about to inject a needle of some sort."

Stacy's eyes widened. "Look at the right side of his neck! Do you see anything there!?" 

Wyatt strained his eyes to see the side of the person's neck, and sure enough, he saw the mark.

"I-it's there! The mark!"

"Is he really doing that to calm her down!?. We now know that he has something to do with us being here and being gone for two months so he couldn't possibly be on our side-"

"TRINA! WHAT'S GOING ON!?" Maria interrupted Fel.

Maria dropped the walkie-talkie and went to the front of her cell, trying to see Trina.

"WYATT!"

Wyatt threw the walkie-talkie to the man, hitting him in the head.

"What the-"

"What are you doing to her!? There isn't anything wrong with her anyways!" Wyatt screamed at the man.

The man picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Listen here, you pests. I am going to eliminate you one by one, and you're just making this harder for yourself. If only you didn't see what you had then we wouldn't have been here. However, I want to play a little game, so I'm going to let you out at midnight and make this a little more, fun."

The man dropped the walkie-talkie and took his supplies.

"Wait," Stephanie said, looking frightened. "What do you mean by 'fun'?"

The man let out an evil chuckle. "Just you wait and see, one by one as each of you fall while the rest of you suffer until there is no one left to tell of this. Be ready and enjoy your deaths."

All of them were left with horrified looks.

'What did we get ourselves into?'

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