Destination Unknown (Vic Fuentes) ✔️

Chapter 13

I'm spending the holiday vacation with my mom in Germany, but I'll try to update regularly for you guys. so yes, let the drama unfold!

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While Kellin and Tay were off looking for Tyler, the remaining three of us sat silently in the mess hall. We didn't really talk to each other. Mostly because we didn't know what to talk about. We probably all had the same questions roaming through our minds to which none of us had the answers to.

The most screwed up part about the whole thing was that whoever threw the body into the pool had to be one of us. I knew it couldn't have been Vic since he was with me, and so it obviously wasn't me either. . . but the others?

I had no idea who of them we could trust now.

I glanced over at Alex, who kept nervously tapping his foot. Could he be crazy and fucked up enough to do something like this? He was such a nice guy, though. But I suppose crazy people are often good at acting. Alex just didn't really seem like the type to me.

I didn't really think that it was Tay either. There was just no way that a short, skinny girl like her could carry a body of that size, much less handle one at all. It didn't seem possible.

And that just left Tyler and Kellin.

And as soon as his name entered my mind, Kellin came waltzing into the mess hall with Tay trailing behind him, looking a little shaken up. I was both worried and confused when I didn't see Tyler with them.

"Did you find him?" Alex asked.

Tay nodded slowly, and I noticed her bottom lip starting to quiver. Obviously something had happened, because she looked like she was about to burst into tears. I then glanced over at Kellin, watching him pace forth and back. His fists were bawled and he definitely wasn't in his usual calm state. Their behavior really worried me.

"Well where is he then? Is he okay?" Alex questioned, a little impatiently.

"He's dead."

The unexpected words that left Kellin's lips were almost without emotion. They sounded empty and it kind of freaked me out. He had stopped pacing and was now staring blankly at the windows.

"We found him beside the fire, his throat was slit." He then told us.

I gasped involuntarily, my hand immediately flying up to my mouth. Someone had killed him?!

Alex practically fell backwards off his chair from shock. The chair toppled over, bouncing loudly onto the concrete floor as he scrambled to stay upright and create distance between himself and the rest of us.

"Which one of you did it, huh?!" He demanded to know as he looked at the rest of us with bewildered eyes.

"Alex, calm down." Kellin said, his voice going firm.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" He yelled in response. "I sure as hell didn't do it, so who did? I know it wasn't Tay because she was with me in the gym. Where were you, huh?"

"I was right here in the mess hall the entire time, remember Alex? I was writing." Kellin reminded him. "You saw me when you went into the kitchen to get water."

Alex nodded erratically, and then turned towards Vic. "And where the hell were you, huh?" He asked in an accusing tone. "I hardly see you down here!"

"Are you seriously fucking saying that I did this?!" Vic then yelled defensively, practically jumping up from the chair that he was sitting on.

I carefully put my hand on Vic's stomach, as if trying to mentally tell him to calm down. His body stiffened momentarily beneath my hand, but then he sighed and visibly relaxed, letting his shoulders drop.

"Vic was with me." I then told Alex in a soft voice. "He usually is, so he didn't do it and neither did I."

"Great, so no one did it. Tyler obviously slit his own throat, makes perfect sense." Alex murmured sarcastically as he waved his hands around in a dramatic manner.

Kellin then slowly shook his head. "It wasn't any of us." He simply said. And he seemed to be so sure of it, too.

But if it wasn't any of us, then who the hell was it? Surely the captain's dead body didn't just stroll up here by itself. Surely Tyler didn't slit his own throat. I mean, I had seen in horror movies that it was possible, but I couldn't believe it. He may have been a bit quiet, but...

"I lied about the reason why I was going to Japan." Kellin admitted as he slumped down into a chair behind him. We all instantly looked at him, confusion taking over our faces, waiting for an explanation.

"First class was bought out by the Los Angeles police department. You already knew this, though. . . didn't you, Vic?"

I then glanced at Vic, who nodded knowingly. "I spotted the badges on the ground when I was searching for the part Tyler needed for the radio, yeah." He admitted.

Now it made sense to me why he was acting so weird that day. But what did that mean? Why were the police forces on the plane with us that day? And why didn't we know about it?

Kellin sighed deeply and sat back in his chair. "The LAPD were transporting a mental, highly unstable patient to a facility in Tokyo. Apparently there were specialists there who were busy with a new kind of therapy. It was experimental, but they needed someone to test it out on. What better than an insane person who was sentenced for life anyway, right?" He explained with a shrug.

"How do you know all of this?" I asked quietly.

Kellin looked at me and frowned as he thought for a moment about how to put it. "I know this because I was his assigned therapist back in Los Angeles. I was supposed to escort him to the facility in Tokyo and monitor his behavior, his progress, etcetera."

"So what does that have to do with anything? And why didn't we know this?" Alex then asked, sounding more confused than ever. But I was already starting to piece everything together at that point.

"It was protocol- for the safety of the passengers it was kept a secret so no one would unnecessarily freak out. Honestly I thought he was dead, but. . . I couldn't find his body."

"So you're telling us that there's a fucking psycho killer with us on this island?!" Alex barked angrily as his hands started to shake.

Kellin just nodded silently.

Just when we thought that we were sort of safe, we weren't. Who knew for how much longer we'd be here with this guy? If maybe not for the rest of our remaining days? Was he going to kill all of us?

Jesus Christ, how were we even going to protect ourselves if he killed Tyler that easily?

Being stuck on this island suddenly seemed so much worse than it already was.