And the plot thickens. I just want to congratulate you for being able to write mystery-ish stories that are COMPLETELY unpredictable, and yet still believable. You have a very vivid imagination obviously, and the things that you write are original and twisty, so, good job :)

Aw, this chapter wasn't so fun. Rayth wasn't acting hot like he should have been, oh no. He was acting like the T in THUG. Only, he's not a thug because he can't be a thug. The only thug here is the little boy. Oh yeah. That little boy is just rawr.

meep. haha. animal sounds are fun. i bet the board is like predator/consumer/producer's version of the ten commandments. a hah hah hah.

gosh. i'd rather create ten rules to taking over the world. i already have a 3 point plan. my social studies teachers are buggin me about it. they're just jealous that i'm designating countries. oh yeah. you can have like the french speaking part of canada becoz no one wants that. I get puerto rico and parts of canada, becoz jontae and i are splitting it.

i can't think of much to say. my brain is constipated. like scythe. i think his brain is constipated. we can go frolic in the woods naked together with constipated brains. it's the only way to live. oh yeah. but wait. i'd rather have rayth. yep. rayth and i would live constipatedly happy together.

you should forget about her ashes until predator is over. predator is way better. you know what would be even better? if rayth played the banjo. because the banjo is the ultimate sexy. yuppers. i know so. it's u-l-t-i-m-a-t-e.

o, cause i'm too lazy to review your new story, rent is pretty psycho, but i think i'd go for the box guy. he seems like the type to say 'you know what? i'm too sexy for this box'.

but if you're a real review whore, i can review for that one too.

just one question to leave you with. has an author ever sexually abused their character -whispers- like rape? haha. i bet you abuse poor cancer. you s & m mongor. shame on you. that's why they're so screwed up in the head.

ouch-that broke my heart! Poor Angel...I guess she's fallen now...

Cancer is an asshole. Can I shove the glass up his ass? Wow, look at me rhyme...while eatinh thyme, couting the time and sque

I love this story:) I don't even try to figure it out but i'm waiting patiently until everything makes sense by itself.

I dont understand why she never questioned Rayth about the cages either -.- and she never mentions about anything that happens to her, EVER. are they even normal friends? -.-

friends always tell each other what happens in their lives XD

but angela is like a floating zombiee -wo- dead zombiee x.x

how can she stand all of the guys T.T (especially Cancer, she should have jumped and raped him long ago...teehee)

...Quote and quote: "I'll give a cookie."

I want a cookie. I wish people would give me a cookie as a reward, not a stupid certificate. (waves it moodily)

-Mellowdy

get ur butt up here woman. we need 2 chat.

Purity, purity...angels are pretty pure, eh?

I don't think I like Angela that much anymore. And the suspense in this story frustrates me. But I read it anyway cause it's too good to abandon. That didn't come off sounding like a compliment, but it was.

Do you have any idea how mean you can be? i mean no Raythe. that's just poor reader abuse. you're abusing your readers. evil writer. gosh, im gonna sic my rabid flamingo on you for that. oh yeah. my f-l-a-m-i-n-g-o. he foams at the mouth. he's gonna eat all of your left shoes.

angela is making me so mad. she's such a pushover. you should have her go a psycho crazy when they try to do their weird pedophilia on her or whatever. and be all like 'who's the jackass now!'

i still think that little boy is cancer's brother. whatever his name is. how old is he? we haven't really learned too much about him. why is he helping angela? you think if he was related to cancer, maybe he's not, but if he was, he'd be pretty fucked up unless cancer like abused him or something.

is scythe illiterate? he can't write worth a crap. his story was great though, like some of the ones i wrote in second grade. all pathetic.

who is that eleanor? i'm gonna pretend she was my grandpa's girlfriend because i hate him and this eleanor is dead. she thinks he's this major church going guy, but he only goes to pick up senior citizens. haha. so she's always going on about how her daughter is better than me, or how i should follow her religion. i pmsed on her one day then she said i needed counciling. haha. i hate her.

i bet all of your male characters are going to turn out to be freaks. they already are. pssh.

just in case you mentioned it before and my memory sucks, who is mr butcher? is he the limo driver?

ok, now i'm really confused.

who is that little boy?

who is that blue-eyed guy with a knife? (or is he the little guy as well?)

cookie for-what? (i cant STAND not knowing this)

what is the connection between eleanor hambridge and the whole thing? (the possiblities are endless .

hmm...yes, i suppose i could do that. the fan on the legs, that is. only how am i to get the fan when i am now "No fingers!"? i mean i can grab the fan with my elbows and use my tosey's to turn the switch but u see my fan is rather ancient. its neck is broken, therefore the cool wind is pointed on the ground and my legs will be on the table...OH SUCH MAD CONFUSION! I CANT! I CANT, I TELL YOU! ...i s'pose i can use my tongue to type...ew. hokay, khenyvays, zes chappitar, it vas, eh khow u say, vonderful. really eet vas. ze suspense, que magnifique! i shall be iimpatient for ze next update. so chop chop leetle garl. khurry up and poost ze next chapitar!

cookie? i feel like i totally missed something, ahha... was there any references besides those in this chapter? can't wait for the next update. this story is better than cookies, and let me tell you, i love my cookies! 3

This story leaves me speachless, it's so good. I have a ton of questions to ask lol so let me get started. Whose that little boy? Does Angela know who he is? What the heck is the matter with Rayth and Scythe? And does Cancer really like Angelina or does he want something from her? Is someone trying to kill her or is someone obsessed with her? I don't know why but in a way it seems like all of them could be. Oh yea who was the girl who jumped off the cliff from the lighthouse? Did she really jump or was she killed? Aarrgh this story is so confusing but at the same time insanely addicting and good. I know you prbobably won't answer most of my questions lol because it might give the story away but please update soon I want to know what happens.

Hey, forgot to say last time I changed my name to 'Freedom Star' from 'BarnAngel56'. Felt like a change, and wanted my fanfiction and fp names to be the same. Now, about this chapter...

I guess I shall start at the end and go backwards. I really really really don't like Cancer; never have, straight from the beginning when we first met him in that cave place. I dunno why, he just rubs me the wrong way and he still does. And he's mean.

Ok, the little boy. He's creepy too, although for some reason I feel like his words are honest. Of course, I also feel that if she does what he suggests and asks about Eleanor Hambridge or the cages, she's not going to like the answer. Or we'll learn something that she doesn't really understand. Or something like that.

There was definitely something outside that window, but obviously Scythe didn't want her to see it. Which means it's something hugely monumental. And the stained glass sculpture is some kinda symbolism, or will play a part sometime in the future, but I haven't figured that part out yet.

A little thing I keep forgetting to ask, will we ever learn what Bones is?

Ok, other than that...uh oh..I dunno if I like the idea of Scythe under my bed.. O.o I wonder how he fit under there, my mom shoved boxes of her clothes and I shoved some storage under there. Hmm, can I lure him out with a cookie, do you think? :D