Another morning. Skylar and Scarlett went to school. Skylar wondered if some of the students in the class would be killed. She wondered who was behind this. On the other hand, she worried about Scarlett, who falls into ecstasy from the murdered body. They went in another class, as their previous one is currently being investigated by forensic experts with the FBI. Passing by, Skylar overheard the conversation of the forensic scientist, Derek, who was talking to his boss:
                -...What if someone from the students is behind this?  For example from neighboring classes?  Such a possibility cannot be ruled out ...
                - For now, we have to test more realistic hypotheses, Derek.
                -Okay...
                Skylar and Scarlett had already moved a long enough distance from the FBI members and therefore the sounds became less and less calculating. They entered the classroom and sat down at their desks. Derek's words couldn't get out of Skylar's head: "... But what if someone from the students is behind this? For example, from neighboring classes?...". The faces of students, candidates for the role of the killer, were spinning in her head. No one from her acquaintances was suitable for this role.
                 Scarlett: What are you thinking about? ;-asked Scarlett with interest.
                 Skylar: About the lessons. We didn't get homework. Probably the new topic will be explained. ;-sister rolled with the punches.
                Scarlett: How many students are left in our class?
                 Skylar: We and a few others. 4 or 5. After an incident in our class, some of the student's parents locked themselves in their homes to keep them safe from the killer at school.
                 Scarlett: I see...
                 The teacher came into the classroom. She began to tell a new topic, but no one really listened to her. When a killer walks around the school and kills students, after squeezing out all the blood from them, and then painting all the walls in crimson, it is difficult to concentrate on the lesson. Skylar's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone's voice, which was loud, as if from a microphone:
                  "Attention! Everyone to leave the school. Teachers, students and others leave the school. An incident occurred in one of the classes. I repeat, everyone should leave the school ..."
                  - Get out of school!  ; - shouted the teacher.
                  4-5 students, Skylar and Scarlett got out quickly.
                   'You need to step aside, and then put on a mask and find the one who is involved in all this ...'
                   Skylar, unnoticed by the teacher and students, went out of line, but Scarlett noticed her sister was missing, and ran in her footsteps. Skylar ran back to school. She ran through the corridors and open classrooms, looking for the culprit of this whole theater. Suddenly she saw that the school was burning down little by little, and the fire engulfed her. She ran into the classroom where the murdered student was. The classroom walls were clean, but on one side was a cheerful photograph of Skylar's mother, ruby ​​blood dripping underneath. She saw the corpse and did not have time to react, as a blow to her head stunned her.
                  At the time, Scarlett was looking for Skylar. She also ran through the offices looking for her sister. The younger sister entered the office with the corpse. Jack approached her from behind and injected the M-99 tranquilizer (or etorphine). She passed out.
                  Jack took Scarlett's body and put it in the trunk of the car next to Skylar. He drove to an abandoned building. The tranquilizers were so strong that even when branches grazed Skylar's skin, scratching it, she still remained unconscious. Jack sat Skylar down on the table and tied her hands to the armrests. The chair was nailed to the floor and it was almost impossible to move it from its place without special devices. Then Jack took Scarlett and sat her in another chair, opposite Skylar. He took the bag and put it on the table. Various tools fell from it. From clasp pliers to sharp knives. He carried most of the blades in his pocket.
                  Scarlett woke up first. She blinked as if she had just been born. Only a small lamp on the ceiling illuminated the torture room even slightly.
                  Scarlett: What are you doing?
                  Jack: Preparing a torture device. Did I tell you I'm a psychopath? I killed most of the students, dismembering their bodies was a boring sight, unlike Skylar. It will be more fun, because I know who she really is. She put a fairly large stick in my wheels and I want to repay her in kind, only instead of a stick there will be a knife blade.
                   Scarlett swallowed saliva at the knowledge of what she had heard. Lowering her head, she imagined what would happen in the near future.
                   Skylar woke up. She inhaled deeply and exhaled. She looked up and saw Scarlett, who was already crying, as if filling the river.
                   Skylar: What do you want?
                   Jack abruptly took the knife from his pocket and held it to Skylar's throat.
                   Jack: You got in the way of something mine and I want to repay you.
                   Skylar: Can we talk?
                   Jack was pissed off by these questions. His psyche was unstable. He took the pliers and snatched out Skylar's fingernail. Blood gushed out in a stream. Skylar screamed in pain, and tears spilled over the scream.
                   Jack: Torture, pulling out nails, is actively used in Chechnya. It also practiced in the NKVD and the Gestapo. For knocking out the truth, this is a rather promising technique, but now I know the whole truth, so I will torture you until you go crazy like me.
                   Jack pulled out the other nail of Skylar's ring finger, before pulling out the nail of the middle finger on her left hand. The scream was extremely loud. Scarlett cried softly, as did her heart. Jack stepped closer and took Skylar's right hand and pulled out the nail on the index finger of that hand.
                  Skylar was already passing out, but that was prevented by one thing. Scarlett's voice:
                   -Skylar, don't give up! Please! You are my only...
                   "Scarlett cannot stay without me..." ;-Skylar said in a low voice.
                   Jack: Repeat, what? I did not hear.
                   He bent down to her. Skylar saw the knife in his pocket and this was the only chance to escape. She grabbed his knife from his pocket and plunged it into his neck. Jack staggered and fell to the cold, cracked tile floor. The knife was still in Skylar's hand and she cut the rope holding her wrists. She began to swiftly approach Jack, who was bleeding. She was ready to finish him off, but Scarlett said:
                   -Skylar, no!
                   Skylar couldn't believe her hearing and turned to face her sister.
                   -Why? He deserved to die!
                   -The FBI will take care of him. Please don't kill him for me.
                   'How can she forgive him? He tortured me right in front of her!'
                   In the end, Skylar threw the knife, which fell loudly to the tiled floor.
                    Skylar went to Scarlett and freed her. The ends of her fingers were still bleeding and Scarlett took the cloth from her pocket and wrapped it around her sister's wounds. Three wrapped fingers without nails. Scarlett took Skylar's hand and put it to her cheek, trying to mentally heal her.
                   At that moment, Derek was already following the trail and drove alone, himself to the place of torture. He entered the building and saw Jack dead there. On the table he saw tools and blood on the floor. He followed the crimson trail and saw Skylar and Scarlett. Scarlett held her older sister on her shoulder. They just went beyond the horizon. Derek saw them and recognized them as schoolgirls.
                   'Maybe I shouldn't torture them again? Let them go.' ;-thought Derek.
                   He returned to the house and took all the photos. Then he called the director of the FBI and a couple of minutes later there were several dozen people near the building. Derek took the blood for examination, but as a result, he replaced it with another so that it was not visible that the blood belonged to Skylar. He burned the photographs to the ground. Only he knows the truth, who actually killed the bloody killer and those who survived.
                 Skylar and Scarlett returned home. John was horrified when he saw Skylar. He put her on the bed and covered her with a blanket.
                 John: Who ripped out her three nails???
                 Scarlett: Bloody killer... She killed him.
                 John kissed Skylar on the forehead as she slept and gained strength.
                 John: I'll make a soothing tea. Stay with her for now, Scarlett.
                 Scarlett nodded and her father went into the kitchen. Skylar woke up and, seeing her sister's face, smiled reassuringly.
                  Skylar: I'm glad you're fine.
                  She tilted her head to the side and took Scarlett's head with both hands. With slow movements, she reduced the distance of her lips, but Scarlett put her index finger to Skylar's lips and said:
                 Scarlett: Wait, what does dad say?
                 Skylar: Ahhh... You still can't learn the lesson... Nothing teaches you...
                At the end, Skylar shut Scarlett with a tender kiss. Scarlett's heart pierced her ribs with fear that her father would see them. A few seconds later, Skylar released Scarlett.
                 Skylar: Whatever people say. Just enjoy.
                 John: Oh, I see you're better. ;-he said to Skylar, placing a tray of tea and chocolate chip cookies on the coffee table.
                 John: I'll leave you alone. ;-he went to the side of the office, leaving the two sisters.
                 On the tray were two cups of tea for both sisters. Skylar sat up straight and took a cup of hot relaxing tea with both hands. Taking a sip, goose bumps went through her body, and warmth and comfort passed through her veins. Scarlett watched her sister's every move. It was like a downpour in her heart now. Suddenly, she was able to isolate one question in the brainstorm:
                  -Skylar, how are you feeling? ;-looking down the younger sister asked.
                  -It's already better.
                  -Maybe the bandages on the fingers need to be replaced? The ones that I shook you already shabby.
                  -I think we can.
                  They finished their tea and went to the bathroom. Skylar showed Scarlett where the first aid kit was, and she took it out. Cutting off three pieces of the bandage, Scarlett soaked three pieces of cotton wool with alcohol. Skylar, when she saw her sister soaking cotton wool with alcohol, felt a nervous tremor.
                  "It will burn like that. It will be hell..." ;-thought Skylar.
                  -So, three cotton wool is already soaked in alcohol. I'll just replace the old fabric with them. Everything is fine?
                 Skylar feared the burning pain of the alcohol, but she couldn't say it.
                  -So you are afraid of burning alcohol? ;-asked Scarlett in surprise.
                   -Kinda... ;-Skylar answered with her head down. Ever since childhood, she was afraid of this kind of pain... When something corrodes the skin, or even worse, a wound.
                   Scarlett took her sister's chin and said:
                   -I think you can use iodine instead of alcohol. It burns less and is almost the same as alcohol.
                   -Yes. Iodine is also effective.
                    Scarlett applied iodine to three pieces of the bandage and applied it to her older sister's fingers. So, the last bandage applied cotton wool with iodine to the place of the torn off nail and everything was fine. At the end, Scarlett put Skylar's right hand to her cheek and smiled tenderly.
                   Scarlett: I'm glad you're fine.
                   They went to their room. Skylar remembered that tomorrow there will be a meeting of members of the teaching council, which she is a member of. She is the president in it. The father took care of the daughter's status, so everyone is below her in the hierarchy. After her comes the vice president. He can replace the president when he is not there. After the vice are sisters or brothers. They cannot change the rules, they just give ideas.
                    Scarlett wore a blue nightie, and Skylar, as before, pink. They lay down and fell asleep instantly due to the stress experienced...