Combat was cancelled due to unforseen circumstances. It was laughable, no-one had seen Finn all day and it didn't take a genius to work out that something was going on. I ignored the people who came up to me asking questions and generally being annoying.
'Steph.'' It was Lily running up to me. 'What's happened where's Finn?'
'I shouldn't talk to you about it Lily. I could get people into a lot of trouble.' Lily's eyes begged with me to tell her the gossip but I wasn't sure I could trust her. 'OK then, but you have to swear to tell no-one.'
'OK.' I lowered my voice so hopefully only she could hear me. 'You know I snuck out with Finn last night.' She nodded. 'Well, people are saying that Finn left the gate open on purpose so whoever killed Isabel could get in.' Lily's jaw dropped.
'But it's Finn. He would never do anything like that.'
'I know he wouldn't, which is why you can't tell anyone. If people start spreading this around then we could have a war on our hands. People are scared enough without thinking they have a traitor in the school.'
'What you think someone in the school is responsible?' Lily's eyes filled up with panic.
'I don't think someone in the school killed Isabel but there has to be someone in here who isn't saying everything they know.' I left Lily looking suitably shocked and headed back to my room where I started pacing up and down.
There was just so much going through my mind I couldn't relax or even sit down. I had to find out who was doing this before anyone else died so I could carry on with my life. My only problem was I didn't have a clue where to start. A knock on the door made me jump.
'Hello? Are you in there Steph?'
'Tom?' How did he know where I was?
'Can I come in?' I went over and opened the door. 'Hello.' He smiled at me as if nothing was wrong. 'What was going on earlier? Everyone seems to be talking about something but I can't work out what it is.' He came and sat down on my bed.
'What Miss Bradshaw didn't tell you?' He shook his head. 'Well I guess it makes sense,' I muttered. 'Basically a girl, a deamon was killed last night and no-on knows who did it.'
'Is that why everyone's so jumpy? Wow, that's hardcore stuff. Did you know her well? The girl.'
'She was a friend of mine but I wouldn't say I knew her well.' It made me sad to know I would never know her better. 'Which is why I'm going to solve this.'
'Don't try and talk me out of this one Tom. I know what you're thinking and it isn't going to work. I am determined.'
'I just don't want you to get hurt. What did the murderer want did they leave a message behind or was it something against just this girl?'
'Isabel,' I stressed her name, 'was gentle and kind. No-one had a bad word to say about her.'
'Well she must have done something to get herself killed.'
'She existed Tom!' I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. 'The only crime she commited was simply existing. It's the same for the rest of us. We are all in danger because we are different. That's what the killer wants, to get rid of us.' I threw my arms out to include the whole school, making my point clear.
'I'm sorry is this a bad time?' Louise was standing half in and half out of our room, her face was filled with worry.
'No come in Louise, Tom was just leaving.' I turned my back on him and walked over to the window. I felt his hand on my shoulder.
'I'm sorry Steph,' he whispered.
'Just leave me alone.' I heard his footsteps as he left the room and the soft click as the door shut.
'You OK Steph?' Louise wisely stayed a few paces behind me. It was wise becuase at that moment I snapped and objects began to fly. Photo frames smashed at they hit walls and books flew off beds, desks and shelves. When I'd managed to regain control of myself I collapsed in a heap on the floor, tears streaming down my face and my shoulders shaking with sobs. 'Shh. It'll be alright.' I felt Louise's arms around me and she pulled me against her, gently rocking me as I cried. 'I'm sorry for what I said earlier, about Tom. It was wrong of me.'
'And I'm sorry- for- how I- reacted,' I managed through the sobs the rest was lost but I think Louise got the message. When I'd composed myself enough to form a coherant sentence I turned to face Louise. 'There's something you need to know about Isabel's death.'