The Skulls II Page #2

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- Ryan?

- Huh?

- Can we go?

- Oh, yeah, sure.

Um, so this paper

sounds like a lot of work.

- Nothing I can't handle.

- Yeah, right.

- It's not.

- So, you gonna work on it tonight?

Mm-mm. No, actually,

I wasn't planning on it.

No? Why?

Because I was planning

on spending time with you.

Well, cool.

You don't sound

too enthusiastic.

No, no, no. I am. I am.

It's just, uh--

I just thought you working on

your paper tonight wouldn't be

such a bad thing because,

well, I kind of, sort of

have something to do too, so--

You kind of, sort of have something to do

again. What is that supposed to mean?

Well, um--

Thanks.

It's just this...

last-minute thing

I gotta do with Jeff.

You know what?

Actually, that is not a bad idea.

You're right. I should not go anywhere

until my paper's finished, so it's fine.

Right. And it won't take that long,

and I'll come over as soon as I can.

Okay.

- Whoa.

- What?

It's no good?

Oh, it's good.

It's definitely,

definitely good.

Gentlemen,

I am Winston Taft,

class of '72.

Tonight you will be given the

final trial in the revealing process.

Tonight, you will be given

a soul mate.

My name is Greg Sommers,

class of '93.

We are all brothers in the Order,

but the bond between soul mates...

is even stronger than the bond

of our brotherhood.

You will be responsible

for each other's every word...

and every deed.

- Mr. Neal.

- Thank you, Greg.

My name is Parker Neal,

and I'm acting chairman

of the senior council.

My soul mate

is Matt Hutchinson.

These daggers represent your

responsibility to each other.

Gentlemen on my left,

hold out your right hand.

Now, look at the man facing you...

and remember.

If you have enough trust...

in the Order,

you and your soul mate...

will come out of this experience

unscathed.

If not,

one of you will be dead.

The other, a murderer.

Kneel.

Stand up.

On my order,

the gentlemen holding the daggers

will stab their soul mate.

Your target--

the medallion your soul mate

wears over his heart.

Three,

two,

one--

- Do it!

- Do it!

Now!

Gentlemen, remove

your blindfolds.

It was just a test.

Ryan?

Ryan? Oh, my God!

Ryan?

Somebody screwed up here!

He's bleeding!

- Ryan? Ryan!

- Ryan! Oh, God, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that.

- Call 911!

Call 911!

It's all right, boys.

It's just a little scratch.

Don't worry about it.

Thanks for your concern,

though.

Is it a little hot

in here, or--

That was really stupid.

What would Dad think?

The Order is built

on tradition, gentlemen--

traditions that are not meant

to be mocked or ridiculed.

What you did this evening

is unacceptable.

- Sir, it was my idea.

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