POV CHANGES (Patricia)
Two days had passed since I last contacted Frank. I wondered how things were on his side. Post offices were supposed to be open in 3 more days, I just had to wait patiently until then. Suddenly, my roommate, Sarah Heisen from 1-C came to me for the first time in our nearly two months of sharing this filthy room. I even suspected she was vocally impaired. "Have you heard?" She began after looking at me with a terrific gaze for a few seconds. "Heard what?" I said with a tone of prevailing curiosity. "Amira was removed from the school." Sarah said while wiping at her eyes. "Is that so? I don't really know her." I responded in cold lines. Sniffling between her words, she replied, seemingly disappointed, "She was the only person that wished me for my birthday." and went back to her bed.
"Amira Ansoma, I wasn't expecting to get rid of her so easily." I soliloquized. I saw her in the post office near me while going to send the letter to Frank about his tasks. However, she didn't notice me since I was hiding, I didn't go in until Dante got out of the watchtower and she went away as well. I knew what a dominant and mischievous person John was, so I anticipated him wanting to read the letter I sent to Frank. I wrote Frank's name in code and Amira's name instead of mine in the letter so that none of us would be getting into danger if John got a hand in the plan. I also realized that John could be quite easily bamboozled because his ego made him unconscious about many things.
Either way, this did concern me about Raiden since I assumed that John might've not let Frank read through my letter. I had gotten prepared, wearing a new coat specifically made for the classes after the small holiday. I stealthily, avoiding interactions at all cost, went near Raiden's single dorm. Seeing the door locked made me expel a sigh of relief. I knocked but as expected, Raiden refused to open the door to a complete stranger like myself. Just as I was about to retreat hopelessly, I saw the shadow of someone coming closer and closer to the path connecting to Raiden's dorm. I rushed into a bush nearby and held my breath.
I was shocked to see that the shadow was of none other than Frank himself. I wanted to go ahead and stop him but his plan to open Raiden's door piqued my interest so I waited a bit longer. Completely silencing his footsteps, Frank headed towards the window in the minute kitchen area of her dorm. He seemed to know that the window would be open so he went and tried to break off the bars with his hand. Surprisingly, removing the rusted bars was a piece of cake for him. Right when he was going to enter, I got out of the Bush and confronted him.
Me: "Stop."
Frank (scared): "Wha- who- Oh, Patricia what are you doing here?"
Me: "Did you miss my last letter?"
Frank: "Yes... uhh, I lost it, quite embarrassingly."
Me: "I told in that the letter about revoking the plan to take out Raiden."
Frank: "What do you mean?"
Me: "Yeah, well Raiden is not someone we should kill, I'm not being oversensitive, I'm saying this after stalking her for some time and psychoanalyzing her for a bit."
Frank: "Oh, well, I understand I guess."
Me: "We're going after Dante because, first of all, he roams the watchtower which makes him a threat in every way as he can see almost the entirety of the school grounds."
Frank: "Dante... When does he leave the watchtower?"
Me: "Sharp at 12"
Frank: "Alright, leave it to me, I'll take care of him"
Me: "Good, I'll think about Sierra."
Frank took his leave.
POV CHANGES (FRANK)
"I can't believe how easily she kills off people. Her hands are already stained with so many sins. How does she perform such blasphemy with no regret whatsoever? Should I really do this? I get that 1-B isn't the best section out there and those people are merely pests but even so... they are still living human beings. I have seen a lot of deaths right in front of my eyes, I have seen their unstoppable flow of blood taking the shape of the ground, and I was always there to witness it. I fear I might be cursed to some extent for everything I have touched, everything that was close to me... slowly but surely dilapidated. Whatever didn't die off from my touch turned against me and demotivated me. Even so, I never had the intent to murder, the intent to take a whole human life just for that little gratification, I still believe it's possible to change everyone no matter what. What if... I can change Patricia."
I was in a dilemma about murdering after what Patricia said about Raiden. It was obvious that we didn't know what was going on in their minds. I thought that despite them being criminals outwardly, they still could have some sort of reasoning behind that. I agreed to Patricia's murder plan but after thinking about it for a while, I realized that each life had vast roots and so it wasn't worth taking them just for correcting things or for satisfaction. I reckoned that even Dante had a reason for all his wrongdoings so I wanted to talk to him before doing anything. Inculpated in deep thoughts, the dark of night disappeared as the sun peeked out of the clouds.
It was just 9 in the morning, the whole place was cold and gloomy with no mark of life and fog gathered all around the building so it felt like walking in the unknown. I headed towards the watchtower and got up only to see Dante's algid body interred to a side. My heart was pounding as I rushed toward him to check his pulse. Touching his veins, I came to know that it was over for him, there was no breathing, no pulse, no heartbeat. Shivers went down my spine and I looked around to see if there was anyone anywhere but to my surprise, there was no one, not even a single being could be seen from the watchtower. What further intrigued me was the fact that there was no blood anywhere, just one lifeless body. My first suspect was, of course, Patricia herself but I still doubted it as she used to wake up quite late. "Why would she do it in my place? Does she not trust me?" Questions like this spiraled around my mind as well.
Just as I was about to leave the watchtower, a dreadful sight left me immobilized. The same old scarlet eyes of horror gazed into my heart, however, this time, it was not just anything I could deceive about. John said in a glum tone with a deep sigh, "Frank..." Time felt slowed as I had not even the slightest idea of what I could do to avoid this situation.