662 A new type of ques (1/2)

Usually, during this time of day, he definitely would see other servants.

He could only think one thing. Everything was Brock's doing. He closed his eyes, as he had to summon the will to leave. In truth, he didn't want to leave. His only possible lead to Richard Eno was right here behind him. If he left now, could he ever return, and would Brock still be there even if he did?

He knew Brock wouldn't say anything now, but knowing someone was here, there was always the chance he could find something out. However, the thought of his dear friends entered his mind.

Just because it wasn't chaotic here didn't mean it wasn't chaotic elsewhere. Not everyone would be as lucky as Logan running into Brock, who had spared him. There were plenty of strong people on the island, and there was a chance one of his friends could have run Into him.

With no choice but to leave, Logan headed straight for the temple. It was one of the closest areas to the castle. When he arrived, the first person he could see was Vorden, but he seemed to have a body over his shoulder.

Since there were no others around him, Logan thought it was safe to call out to him.

”Vorden?” Logan said,

”Close, but it's Peter, although it would be best if you refer me to Logan while I'm here,” Peter replied.

”What do you mean?”

”I'll show you.”

The two of them had entered the Temple, and they were about to head into the so-called mediation room. While walking around, Peter hadn't seen any signs of anyone else, but he did spot blood splatters here and there. It was also clear that there had been a fight out front from the condition it was in, and the most obvious sign, was the dead body over Peter's shoulder.

When they entered, Logan was taken aback for a second, and he had to readjust himself to believe what he was seeing. On the floor, all the teachers had been equally placed on the ground, and the kids sat down, ready to pray.

Peter placed the last body, in a row with the others. He had chosen to do all the lifting, not wanting the kids to experience such a thing.

Now piecing things together, and based on how Logan had been found out, he realised what had happened.

”These kids, they've grown up in a more messed up environment than the one we grew up in. Their sense of right and wrong is out of whack.” Peter said.

Coming from Peter, Logan thought whatever Peter saw must have been gruesome. Some of the kids still had blood on their uniform, so it was clear the deaths of the teachers weren't all his doing.

”We need to make life better for them,” Peter said.

”She didn't seem too bad of a person,” Logan said. ”I thought she might help us.” Although, now Logan was more interested in Brock than anyone else.

”Maybe she still can,” Peter said. He placed his hand on top of her forehead, and soon her body started to jolt slightly. Then it only took a few moments for her to rise to her feet. She was strong as an individual even without her abate, so being used as a lesser Wight would come in handy.

”What now?” Peter asked.

”Now there's just Vorden, and Quinn left,” Logan replied.

He pulled out the mask receiver, and was hoping that Quinn still had his. Right now though, Quinn was in no situation to answer his mask at all, for if he took his eyes off what was about to happen in front of them, then they would be in serious trouble.

When they were hiding in part of the jungle, and Vicky had located them, Quinn could sense this straight away, he was ready to run rather than fight. They didn't know the strength of the others, and there were only three of them.

However, what he didn't expect was Vorden to suddenly go out running towards them, forcing Quinn to go chasing after, but he soon stopped after hearing what the 'Vorden had to say.'

”Wait, it's not me, I'm not Vorden, some people put some strange mask on me. I'm Jazz!” He shouted. ”Hey, guys remember, when I went and put frogs In everyone's shoes, or when I thought it would be funny to put salt in the cake instead of sugar. That was me! Only I would know that, not Vorden.”

When Vorden finally reached Vicky, she gave a big slap across Jazz's face, sending him on the floor.

”Ow!!!” He screamed as he touched his face, but the others were now staring at him in amazement. On the floor in front of him, pieces of the mask had crumbled on the floor. His face was back to normal.

”My brother might be an idiot, but I would never confuse this idiot for him.” Vicky said.