After the Thanks Giving dinner I was dismissed to my assigned room, when I got there there was note under my pillow "Meet me on the balcony at midnight. ~IW"

Isabelle? What would she be doing here? What am I doing here? I rubbed my temples to ease the headache developing when there was a sting of pain, I ran to the bathroom mirror and saw a big purple bruise on the left side of my head. It wasn't there before, I looked at my hands and noticed makeup with numbing serum in it. It all makes sense now, fangirls are now an endangered species being plucked off one by one.

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12:00 AM

I went out to the balcony and saw the unmistakable face that belonged to Isabelle.

"Izzy!"

"Shhh! You'll wake up everybody in this prison!" she said, her voice as motherly as ever.

"Ok, ok. Why did you bring me here?"

"Isn't it obvious?They want revenge, thats all they've wanted since the beginning, they are planning the Fandom Games, killing off fangirls that are resistant to change like us. The authors want to make a point Natalia and that point is that the authors are the rulers now, and no fangirl should live,"

"So they're mad we started writing fanfics based off they're books?"

"Exactly, where did you think SOPA came from? The government? No, it was the authors. Remember Lily Fatcher?"Lily was a very famous fangirl of The Giver, a year ago her body was found ripped to pieces, I was the one who found her because she was outside my house.

"How could I forget," tears stained my face.

"I know Natalia, I know,"

"Izzy,"

"Yeah?"

"We are gonna kill these **** of ******* and make them rot in hell,"

"We're gonna do more than that Natalia, we're gonna expose them, hurt them so bad they want to die and nobody is gonna stop us,"


A small smile spread across her face, so small it seemed it wasn't there.

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