shouts from the Havoc hallway, but all of the Society was gone. Standing on unsteady, trembling legs, I stepped out into the hall.
Part of me wanted to follow them, to find out what detention really was and what would happen to Walnut. I wanted to know who “she” was. Was someone else being taken to detention as well?
But I didn’t follow. I’d spent all my time here being too cocky, too confident that nothing bad would really happen. A few fistfights, maybe, and a lot of yelling. But that all changed this afternoon at the graveyard, and Walnut’s detention was the final straw. The Society was hauling someone away, laughing and gloating while they did it.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel now. I wanted to escape more than ever, but it felt impossible. When I’d fallen out of the tree it hadn’t been a simple matter of talking Laura and Dylan out of punishment—I’d been lucky to have the V’s backing me up. I wouldn’t always be so lucky.
Just the thought of being a target of the Society made my heart race. I didn’t want to end up like Walnut.
As my panic receded, I remembered that he had to have a roommate. I jogged back down the empty corridor and into Havoc’s territory. Their doors were still closed and locked, but there was no pounding anymore. They must have known it was no use.
Walnut’s door was open, a little pale gray light from his window trickling out into the hallway.
I stepped inside.
There was a body on the floor by the wall, motionless.
I moved to him. He was one of the fatter kids, and his head was shaved with jagged tattoos drawn across his scalp. I didn’t know him at all, other than that he was in my class and I thought his nickname was Mash-something. Masher or Mashed Potato, or something like that.
He was breathing. I could hear it, raspy and shallow. His hands and feet were bound with plastic zip ties.
“You okay?” I said.
He flinched, one eye popping open. “Who’s that?” he snapped.
“Benson. Everyone else is locked in.”
“Why ain’t you?” he snapped.
“I wasn’t in my room when they all locked.”
“Well, then get me out of these damn handcuffs. There’s a knife on the desk.”
It only took me a minute to find the knife among the clutter. It was a short steak knife, almost certainly taken from the cafeteria kitchens. Maybe that was why Havoc wanted the food contracts. I knelt behind Mash and sawed quickly through the plastic.
“Why’d they take him?” I asked.
He swore and rubbed his wrists. “Why do you think they did? Because the school told ’em to. That’s the only reason.”
“You don’t know what rule he broke?”
Mash stood, and I saw that he was bleeding a little above his right eye. “Why the hell should I talk to you? You’re a V.” He walked past me into the hall, and I followed, watching as he went down to Oakland’s still-locked door. He was limping, but trying to look like he wasn’t.
“Hey,” he shouted.
Someone in the room replied, but I couldn’t make it out.
“They got him,” Mash said. “He’s gone, man.”
I didn’t know what to do. I felt weak and trapped and useless.
I walked back to my room. The door was locked, so I sat on the floor, my back against the wall. My head was spinning, and I felt like I was going to throw up. About an hour later, the Society guys returned, but they didn’t see me and I didn’t say anything.
It could have been me. If the V’s hadn’t come after me at the wall, I would have been the one hauled off to detention.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, but never went to sleep.
The doors remained locked for a long time. The screen on the corridor wall lit up shortly after dawn with the words classes begin at ten o’clock.
I was just starting to nod off when I heard the buzz and click of the doors opening. I scrambled to my feet as quickly as my sore body would let me, and opened my room door. Mason was right in front of me.
“Where’ve you been?” he asked, his eyes wide and bloodshot.
“Got locked out.” I walked past him to the closet and started getting dressed. I wanted to get out of this dorm.
“I thought they’d hauled you away or something. I’ve been up all night.”
“Not me,” I said. “Walnut.”
Mason left the room. I could hear a lot of voices in the hall as everyone was finally allowed out of their locked prison cells and tried to get the news. He returned as I was lacing my shoes.
“Were you out there when it happened?”
“Yeah.”
“They didn’t see you, did they?”
The screen in the hallway chimed before I could answer, and both of us ran toward the door. The other V guys were already gathering around Iceman when we got there.
Iceman was staring just off center, as though he was looking at something behind the camera. His jaw was set, and his eyes were cold and gray.
One of the V’s—a kid named Hector—grabbed my arm. “Mason said you were there.”
I nodded, watching the screen. “It was Walnut.”
“They took him to detention?”
Iceman looked into the camera. It felt like he was staring right into my eyes.
“Wallace Jackson,” he said, his voice calm and low, “and Maria Nobles were sent to detention during the night.”
A V gasped and another swore. From down the hall I could hear angry shouts and curses.
I whispered to Mason, “Who’s Maria?”
“Jelly,” he said.
Jelly. I’d heard the nickname, but couldn’t picture her.
Iceman leaned forward slightly, and I almost thought his eyes darkened. “Let me make something perfectly clear. We do not make the decision to send students to detention. You decide that entirely on your own. Make better choices.”
“Turn him off,” Curtis said, shaking his head and walking away from the screen.
Iceman continued, “The rest of the daily punishments will be delivered in class. And Havoc—do not think that last night’s events have lessened your punishment for losing your match yesterday.”
I left, heading down the corridor to the exit. As I passed the Society row I could see that all of their doors were still closed. Would Havoc start something? The Society was bigger than Havoc—close to twice the size, but Havoc would be mad. And they had knives.
The school’s halls were empty and cold. The halls were always cold, it seemed. I think they only had the radiators on in the dorms and the classrooms.
Jogging down the stairs, taking two or three at a time, I got to Becky’s office in less than a minute. No one was there, so I pressed the small ring for service button mounted on the doorjamb. I waited.
Three minutes later Becky came hurrying down the hallway, her hair still wet and a towel hanging around her neck. Without her perfectly styled 1930s hairdo and her usual flawless makeup she actually looked normal. Then again, she was smiling cheerfully, despite everything that had gone on the night before. That was definitely the opposite of normal.
“Hey, Bense! What’s up?”
“I just wondered if I could talk to you for a minute,” I said.
“No problem at all.” She stepped in front of the door and the lock buzzed open. She turned the knob and opened it. “Come on in. What can I do for you?”
