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This is good. Really good. I don't get what it's all about though...
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Lol, this is like some creepy horror movie
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@Thundastryke - you are not supposed to get it. Yet.
@Shise - yes, I kinda tried to do that.
Anyway, here is part 5.
V
Peter and Josh were sitting at the bench in front of their classroom. Everyone already left to have a snack, and the yard was empty. Peter’s watch indicated that it was four o’clock.
“See? I told you John won’t call out parents.” He said to Josh
“Yeah, you were right. As usual.” He rolled his eyes “Anyways, what will we do about the English test we are supposed to have next class?”
Peter pretended he was seriously thinking it over “Nothing.” He finally spoke “Atleast I won’t, since I don’t need to. You can go study if you want.”
“Nah. Too boring. I’ll get a C no matter what, so - why study?” they both laughed at this, since it was true – the English teacher never liked Josh, and always had an excuse to give him nothing more than a C. In turn, Josh hated her guts, and used any chance he had to humiliate her, or mock her in any way.
Suddenly, a girl appeared out of nowhere and sat next to Peter - it was Helen, who, as usual, stayed in the classroom during the break in order to study some more. She was always all hyped out about tests, even though she got an A on every single one. She was a pretty girl, Peter even dared say she was among the prettiest girls in the whole school, but that was not just his opinion. She never had a boyfriend though – she rejected everyone who approached her.
“What are you two doing?” she asked, seemingly for no reason
“Er…let me think…” Peter was sarcastic, as usual “Slacking off? Not caring about the test? You should try it sometimes.”
“Ha-ha. Very funny.” She said this in a sarcastic tone, but still smiled. She looked him in the eyes, his cyan eyes, opposed to her sky blue ones.
“I’m going to the bathroom…” Josh carefully said, while slowly getting up, and leaving. He was the fifth wheel here. He knew that Peter and Helen were no more than good friends, but there was still some spark between them, and he decided to leave them alone. As to prove this, they didn’t even, notice him leaving.
They talked for a while, about everything and nothing, as they usually did – it tended to drag on sometimes, but it was never boring. He made stupid jokes as he always did, and she laughed at them.
When he started going to middle school, he fell in love with her on sight – he told her that a few days later, but she rejected him as she did with everyone. Despite that, they became good friends very soon, and remained for three years already. He realized that the feelings he had for her were just a silly crush that passes in a few days.
“Where is Josh?” Peter abruptly noticed that his friend was missing.
“Ugh…I think he said something about going to the bathroom…but I’m not sure.” Helen remarked. She was not sure whether this was true or not.
Peter looked at his watch – it was 4:35 – he was caught up in the conversation with Helen, and didn’t notice that class started fifteen minutes ago.
He felt a stir in the air, the silence, and the smell…the smell of wrongness - however stupid that may sound, there was no other way to describe it.
“Helen…” he started, but she finished “I know. Something is not right.”
He sensed something below her words( everything is wrong ) but he could not hear what it exactly was( everything ) and the strange sense of déjà vu( is wrong ) lingered in the back of his mind.
He stood up, but she grabbed his hand with both of hers – they were so warm – and stopped him. She knew what he wanted to do “No…don’t…don’t go. Something bad will happen.” She felt it in her chest, like a vise-grip, not letting her breathe.
He looked into her eyes “I need to find out what’s happening here.” He paused and took a deep breath “I feel like all this…happened already.”
“And what did you do the last time?” she asked without thinking, instinctively.
His answer was made in the same manner “I went to the main building, to the teachers lounge to…” he stopped, and his eyes widened. He realized. He remembered – the bloody piece of wood emerging from his chest like the freaking Alien, the back of the chair hitting his head and the marble floor( it was not gray ) fading to black….
He fell to his knees – an orchestra of pain playing tirelessly in his head. Something stopped the torrent of lost memories that were and weren’t his, which overlapped with the ones he already had. Still, he knew, he knew this happened already, but he did not survive it, he always made the same mistake. As the pain slowly disappeared, so did he get back on his feet.
“You are right. I should not go there.” He looked into her eyes “But I cannot just wait here.” he said “And you know that” his eyes added, and she knew.
“Then I will come with you.” She still didn’t let go of his hand.
“No…you can’t. Go, hide.”
“Why? Did you go alone last time?” and so he did. But, something in him…something in him said that it was not safe for her to go with him – not for her sake, but for his. He was not safe if she was with him.
“Just…trust me on this one. Go into the classroom and lock the door, bolt the windows.” Still, he wasn’t sure whether he was trying to protect her, or protect himself from her.
She closed her eyes, let go of his hand “I trust you.” She said. He just nodded, and left.
He went to the main building, but this time he didn’t go to the teachers lounge – the stench( of wrongness ) in the air was stronger there.
He climbed up the stairs instead, hoping to find something on the second floor – he didn’t know what, but there was something .
There was only the same deaf silence and the strange scent in the air, nothing more. “Search closer you dumbass.” He though “Things like this don’t come easy.” And he knew that was true – but he wasn’t sure whether that was his own thought, or someone else’s. It didn’t really matter at a moment like this.
Searching, not knowing for what, he came to the classroom number 12. There was something…well, not really right, but less wrong about it then the rest of( everything ) the school. He expected the door to be locked, but, surprisingly, they weren’t.
The classroom was one of those equipped with computers – twelve for the students, and one more for the teacher, a total of thirteen. One was turned on, it’s screen on standby – Peter could see the little blue light on it flashing.
He sat in the chair in front of it and moved the mouse – the blackness of the screen slowly lit. It was dark, night was falling, and so, at first, the light blinded him. But after a few seconds, he was able to see what was on the screen.
It was a simple text document, opened with notepad. It had no title, and only a few sentences in it.
“I am trapped in this hellish nightmare of a day. I cannot escape, and I know it’s too late for me – the twelfth hour is upon me, and I have no solution to the puzzle. The only hope I have left is whoever is reading this – I hope it’s you Peter, I hope it’s you – but whoever you are, you must finish what I started. You must beat the puzzle before the twelfth hour – I whish I could tell you more, but it forbids me to do that – it gnaws on my thoughts, even now, driving me more and more into the madness with each word I write here. I now…must…I go, you replace me…if you fail like me…find someone to replace you…find someone to beat this instead of you and me. Itheamnhghrhsorryuiury…”
The rest was pure gibberish. Like someone mashed on the keyboard with both his hands. The word “Sorry” lingered through the nonsense a few times. Peter knew John wrote this – his history teacher, the one and only teacher he ever respected, and actually loved like a friend, a brother. He could not think of a think that could make that man break. And yet, there was this.
“What the -bleep- is going on here….” He muttered. He still could not make head or tails out of all this.
He heard the footsteps behind him, but too late – the cold hands were already on his head, in the perfect position – a quick move snapped his neck like a twig, ending his life. His head fell lifelessly onto the keyboards, smashing it. His cyan eyes were cold and lifeless.
The time on the computer was five o’clock.
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Wooo! Part six. I think I might finish this in a weeks time or even less. I got the rest of the story outline in my head already.
NOTE: The characters in the story aren't American or British, or from any English-speaking country. But they have English as a subject in school.
VI
It was five o’clock, a dreadful silence ruled in the classroom, as everyone was awaiting the end of the class, hoping that the teacher won’t call on anyone.
It was the English class and they ended the lesson early, so there was some time left till the end of the class – the teacher, not wanting to waste any time, decided to call on someone, to “check their knowledge” as she liked to say.
Most students despised the English teacher – she always talked with a (faked) British accent, positioned herself high above the students, acting as though all of them are just bugs crawling around her feet. She was a despicable person, but no one could deny that she knew her English perfectly – but that meant that she acted as everyone else knew shit. An A of another teacher, turned into a D or C with her. Everything else was a straight F. Rare where those that had a B, or an A with her.
Peter was one of those students – he always had a straight A with all other English teachers – when she started teaching his class in the third year of middle school, he kept his straight A despite all odds. She tried to catch him when he was not ready, and give him and F, but she never managed to do that. He even went as far as correcting her when she made even the slightest spelling error or any mistake at all. She loathed that, but she had respect for him in a strange sort of way – it was the same for him.
Of course, as everyone expected, she called on him. He smiled as he stood up, because he expected it as much as everyone else did.
After ten minutes of excruciating questioning, Peter got an A. The grin on the teachers face showed that she was not pleased with the result, but still, she kept her calm.
“That was quite…refreshing.” Peter said with an overly faked British accent – he openly mocked her “Thank you for this mental exercise.” He sat down, feeling damn good – he was victorious once again.
She just smiled, a fake smile, an euphemism for “I hate you.” , then stood up and left, as the bell rang. Finally, the class ended – English classes always seemed to drag on for an eternity.
“Well, I’m glad that’s over.” Josh said as he rolled his eyes. “I was bored to death.” He knew English quit well, he had a steady B, but still, he required a great deal of help when the teacher called on him. He would always get incredibly nervous, and mess it all up.
“Hey, guys, lets go buy a soda or something.” It was Nickolas, a guy from their class. He spoke to Peter and Josh.
“Er…I don’t really have any money left…” Josh muttered
“I got 2 bucks, I think that will be enough.” Peter was full of surprises.
“You son of a bitch! And when I asked for 50 cents you said…” Josh burst
“Yes, I know what I said.” Peter interrupted him “But I knew I would need money for something else. Common, let’s go, me and Nick will buy some soda together, but that doesn’t mean we won’t share it with you.”
Josh rolled his eyes “Fine. Let’s go.”
The store was around hundred meters away from the school – it was actually a medium-sized shopping mall.
They bought two litters of Pepsi – both Nick and Peter giving 75 cents to amount to one and a half dollars needed to buy it. As usual, they fooled around with the conveyor on the cash register – they would return the bottle to the beginning of it just before it hit the sensor that was supposed to stop the conveyor belt. They chuckled like morons, as the young redheaded girl that worked as the cashier turned off the conveyor and snatched the bottle out of their hands so she could charge it. They paid for it and left the store, still giggling like schoolgirls.
Between the store and the school was the town square, witch housed two Christian churches (the orthodox one, and the catholic one) the mayors office, and a few banks. At this time of day, there was always someone here. But not now. The lights were lit, cause it was almost completely dark, thanks to the clouds that will most surely bring a storm tonight, and to the change in to the winter time calculation that happened this Sunday.
They talked, and joked, drinking the soda while they slowly walked back to the school. Technically, they were already 2 minutes late for class, but they knew the teacher will be late as well, atleast five minutes, so they had no worries. They will be there on time.
The school gate was closed. The lock and chain on it were those that were usually put on it after the afternoon classes were all over. “What the -bleep- is this?” Nick muttered to himself “I don’t get it.”
Peter knew what it was – not consciously, but the strange sense of déjà vu was there, the smell in the air. Everything was the same but different. “Let’s try the main door.” He said, and his friends agreed.
The main door was meant for teachers only, but this was an emergency. Unfortunately, the tall, brown double-door were locked. Peter tried a few times, but they just wouldn’t budge. “What should we do?” Josh asked. He was quite weak as a person, and tended to break easily in situations like this. Peter could sense the fear in his voice.
“We get the hell away from here. How does that sound?” he said without thinking
Nick answered him “It sounds damn good. Some strange shit is going on here – we better get lost while we still can.” Unlike Josh, he did not show that he was afraid, although undoubtedly he was. Nickolas always tried to be the though guy.
“Then…where should we go?” Josh’s voice flickered. His left hand was shaking, and soon, his right followed it. A cold wind was blowing, but Peter knew that was not the reason Josh was shaking.
“We can go back to ABC.” That was the name of the shopping mall “Atleast we know it’s open – we were there five minutes ago.”
“Alright, it’s decided. We are going back to the mall.” Peter said, and the slowly headed back there. Before they even got there, they drank all the soda – they drank fast and plenty, in an attempt to calm themselves.
The mall was closed. Its automatic door did not open. The lights inside were still lit, but there was no one in sight. “We could try the back door?” Josh suggested, but all three of them knew that they weren’t open.
Still they tried, and came upon what they anticipated – a locked door. “What can we do now?” Josh was more afraid with each passing moment “There is no one anywhere, it’s getting dark, it’s cold…”
”And shut up already!” he was interrupted by Nick. He had enough of this. “What is this!? Fcuking candy camera?! Somebody answer me!” he waved his hands, as he walked away from his friends, shouting nonsense.
Peter punched him – right in the face. It was not a strong punch, since Peter was not strong in any way, but it was enough to bring Nick back to his senses. “Calm down.” He said “This happened before…or atleast something like this. I know it, I can feel it. We can find our way out of this – but for god sakes, you must not go batshit insane like that!”
“Okay.” Nickolas said while rubbing his chin “I won’t. But how do you intend we do something about this? We are all alone in the whole city as it seems.”
“Yes. We are.” Peter said, completely calm – he knew this happened before, more than once even. It was almost…normal. He anticipated it, just like he anticipated the English teacher calling on him. “The only thing we need to do now, is stay calm, and survive.”
Josh’s face froze “How do you mean….survive?”
“Not die.” He answered immediately. He did not know why he said that, but he knew it was true.
Josh shook uncontrollably – he tried to say something, but all that cam out of his mouth was gibberish. Nick came up to him without a second thought and slapped him so hard that he fell on his knees.
“Pull yourself together.” He said
“I…I…I can’t!” Josh finally blurted out “ We are going to die! I know that, this happened already and I died! You died! Peter died! Everyone died!” he started sobbing uncontrollably.
“You whiny little…” Nickolas started, but he was cut short by a rock the came flying straight out of nowhere and hit him on the head – he fell down flat on his face. Peter ran to him as fast as he could, but before he got to him, all the lights turned out, and total darkness ensued.
When he got to the place where Nick was supposed to be, he was not there. He heard something dragging him across the rough pavement. It was muffled by Josh’s sobbing, but he still heard it. He grabbed Josh’s shoulders and shook him violently “Snap out of it you idiot! Snap out of it or we die!”
“We will die no matter what we do! Don’t you see that? Now leave me in peace…” was all he got from Josh, before he started sobbing again.
Peter however, did not give up so easily – he searched for the rock that hit Nick on the head, and found it soon enough. It was not much, but it was the only weapon available, and god dammit, it will have to do.
Something caught him on his collar, but he took of his jacket quickly, and it was all the thing got – he quickly rolled on the rocky pavement, trying to get away from whatever it was – it hurt, but it was better than dying.
Josh’s sobbing was abruptly ended – one moment, it was there, the next, it was gone. Poor Josh, he didn’t even get a chance to scream. Peter heard his neck break, it was like the sound of dry wood burning.
Whatever it was that got Josh, it was not alone, or it was just damn fast – something tried to catch him, to kill him, but he managed to evade it. He smelled the scent or wrong – it was so strong in the air around him.
He turned around, and hit the thing with the rock in his hand – again, and again, and again, until he was not able to breathe anymore. He got on top of the thing lying on the ground, and continued violently hitting it.
The lights turned on, and Peter screamed in horror, in the middle of a strike – the thing lying below him, the thing with its face barely recognizable – it was Nick. He got off of him, dropped the rock, and crawled backwards while trying not to puke – he hit his head on the edge of the stone base of the church fence, and fell down immediately, dead in an instant.
The church bell rang. A dark figure loomed over his dead body for a few moments, then slowly walked away. The lights turned off again, and the church bell rang again – it was six o'clock.
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Really good but i think the " Clock tower Chuch bell rang... it was so and so o'clock" is starting to get repetitive. But other then that reaaaaaaaalllllllllly good ^_^ cant wait til next one come ^_^
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Yeah, it kinda is. But also, it's supposed to be(not so much, but kinda) since each part happens over one hour, and that is kinda important for the story. But, yeah, I am running out of ideas for those start/end parts when something signifies what time is it.
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Let's keep this party going dudes! Here is part 7, and, finally, I bring some ACTUAL story development. But not too much of it :P
VII
The sixth class was near its end, only fifteen minutes left. Everyone was eagerly anticipating it – the Financial Management class was always such a bore – not so much because of the subject itself(although it was undoubtedly boring) but more because of the teacher, who was a real bitch, and a terribly boring person. Her tone of voice was always flat and uninteresting, like she was actually trying to make everyone fall asleep.
The god forsaken class ended at 6:15, and everyone ran outside as soon as the bell rang. It was already dark outside, and the faint light from the classrooms was the only thing lighting the courtyard, the dark clouds covering the moon and stars.
Peter lightly punched Josh on the shoulder “Hey, what is the next class? I kinda forgot.”
“I think it’s…um….Math?” Josh was not quite sure, but that was his best guess.
“Aw -bleep- it. I hate math.” Peter was good at math, but he was always dreadfully bored at math classes. He was quick at getting the substance of the reasoning behind the formulas, and thus he would spend more than half of the class doing nothing at all, while the teacher tried to explain to everyone, the thing he already understood in the first five minutes of the lesson.
Nick came up to them “Hey, we should seriously go and see if the Math teacher is even coming.” He said.
“What do you mean by that?” Josh was surprised
Peter was not “Yes, I remember…she said she was going to a seminar or something like that today. We should see if she is here.”
“What if she isn’t?” Josh asked
“Nothing. We just get some free time.” Nick said what everyone hoped for “But when we go to the teachers lounge, to check if she is here, we should not mention we have a class with her…”
“…or they will send in a substitute.” Peter finished his sentence. “I’ll go an check.” He said as he walked away towards the main building. Josh and Nick couldn’t argue.
The hall monitor was a familiar face – Leila, a girl he knew for a long time already, but only as a friend – they weren’t even good friends, just people who knew eachother. “Hi.” He said, not knowing what else. She just raised her hand as an answer. “I need to see the Math teacher, Lidia. Can you check if she’s here?” only the hall monitor was allowed to enter the teachers lounge.
As she reached for the door knob, Peter had an irresistible urge to stop her, to save her and run away from the unspeakable horror that awaited inside the teachers lounge…but nothing strange happened as the door opened, screeching as they always did. Leila entered the room, and, again, nothing unusual happened.
He was baffled – he knew something strange should happen. Dammit, it had to happen. But yet, everything is the same as it was – the usual sounds of chattering, yelling and cheerful screaming of other students was still there, they passed by him as he waited for Leila to check if the math teacher is inside the lounge.
A moment later, Leila reappeared, and Peter was already going insane – she was alive and well, although he somehow knew she should not be – he expected her to die , however morbid that may sound.
“She isn’t here.” She said “She didn’t come to school at all. Guess you will have to look for her tomorrow or something…”
“Nevermind – it wasn’t anything important anyways.” He said casually, even though he screamed inside his mind “Well, bye.” He walked away, the raging storm of thoughts inside his mind slowly breaking him. Something was out of the ordinary, he knew that. But what? He could not say for sure.
Suddenly, he stopped in the middle of the hallway. He realized what was wrong – it was everything . But…this time, the fact that nothing was wrong was actually the thing that was wrong. It was hard to grasp that, but, from the start, he knew something should be wrong, but nothing was wrong – and that was…well, wrong .
“That’s damn right .” He said to himself.
He ran as quickly as he could upstairs – he had to be prepared, because everything is going to go to hell very soon – if it hasn’t already.
The second floor was filled with students, as it was usual – he tried not to notice them. His target was the cupboard, filled with brooms, buckets, sponges, and some other things. He found it soon enough, and, luckily for him, it was not locked. After a few minutes, he found what he was looking for – a baseball bat. A nice, big, wooden baseball bat, with a metal handle that fit perfectly in his hand. It was taken from a student two years ago, and he saw the teacher put it here. It was still here, thank god.
He turned around, and saw what he already smelled – everyone was gone. The stench of wrong was here, as strong as ever. It took its time, but it was still here, just as he expected it would be. Now it is time to find out what the fcuk is going on here.
The baseball bat was heavy, and he was not particularly strong, but was still able to swing it if the situation required it. The smell in the air made his body start pumping adrenaline into his system, and that was just the thing he needed right now.
He went downstairs as quickly as he could – this floor was empty as much as the one he came from. Just as expected.
Suddenly, someone emerged from behind the corner, and Peter swung the baseball bat – he managed to stop himself in the last moment. It was Josh. Nick was also close by, only a few steps behind him.
Josh screamed, as the huge mass of wood stopped only a few inches from his face “Jesus man! What are you trying to do? Kill me?”
“Yes, I was trying to do that,” Peter casually commented “before I found out it was you.”
“What is going on here?” Nick cut to the chase immediately “We were in the bathroom, but when we came out, everyone was gone. We thought class started already, but there is no one in the whole school. Except you of course…” Peter sensed suspicion in his voice. It was something to be expected – he didn’t trust them completely either.
“Sprinkle me with chocolate drops and call me a cookie if I know. I knew it was going to happen – actually, I only knew something was going to happen. That’s why I went to get this.” He patted the bat on his left hand – it was actually a warning to both of them – if you are not on my side, don’t even think of trying anything.
“Me too - I also had a feeling something was going to happen as I was pissing in the bathroom.” Josh said “I didn’t pay attention to it. But when I came out and smelled the air…I knew something was wrong.”
The lights went out in an instant “Stick together! Back to back!” Peter shouted as soon as it happened. He knew this happened before. They must not separate.
Peter felt their backs on his soon enough – Josh was on the right(he could feel his body shaking) and Nick was on the left. He raised the baseball bat, ready to strike at any moment. Still, he didn’t feel any safer. The sense of danger looming over him was still incredibly strong. The stench of wrong…it was unbearable.
Suddenly, Josh stopped shaking. His mind told him it wasn’t important, but something, something at the back of it…it screamed wrong . “Duck Nick! Now!” he shouted as Josh separated from them, and Nick did as he said. Peter swung the baseball bat, missing Nick by just and inch, and hitting Josh straight on the face. He heard his nose break.
The lights turned on – he saw Josh lying on the floor, his face covered in blood. Suddenly, he remembered – he remembered this same scene, but there, Nick was the one lying on the ground – but this was different. He knew who was the one he hurt this time, and he did it willingly.
“God dammit Peter! Are you insane!?” Nick yelled “Why the fcuk did you do that!” he reached for Josh, but Peter blocked his way with the bloody bat, and put his foot on Josh’s chest.
“Stay away from him.” He simply stated.
“Or what? You are going to bash me aswell?” he was this close to jumping at Peter and ripping his face apart with his bare hands. But something, somewhere, told him that he shouldn’t do that.
“No, I won’t. He will bash you, or, to be more precise, rip out your throat with his bare teeth. Would you like that to happen?” his voice was flat and devoid of any feelings. He felt no guilt for hitting Josh – because it was not his friend anymore.
Nick had no idea who to trust – Peter was the man that killed him once(how do I know that, he wondered), just like he almost killed Josh right now. Yet, he sensed that something was terribly wrong with Josh, something beyond his comprehension.
“Listen to me, you son of a bitch, whoever you are! I know you are listening!” Peter shouted, seemingly to no one in particular “Don’t you dare use my friends like that ever again! You can do whatever you like, but keep your filthy hand off of them! ” he took a deep breath “Sooner or later, I will get you! No matter how many times I have to die, I will fcuking get you, and bite your throat out! ”
He was steaming with anger, breathing heavily, his chest pumping up and down rapidly. Nick watched him in awe – he never considered Peter as someone able to do something like this. Peter was not a person to be admired – he was intelligent and talented for sure, but he was never someone to lead, he was sometimes overly emotional, and everyone considered him as someone who would break in this kind of situation. But yet, here he was, mercilessly bashing his friend with a baseball bat, because, fcuk it, that’s something that needed to be done. “He probably saved my life just now.” Nick thought “Twice.”
A strong laughter, like the one you would hear in a cartoon, and laugh at it and the villain that preformed it, echoed through the hallways as a response to Peter’s speech. Noone laughed at it. Josh spewed blood.
“Damn it, the motherfcuker is here!” Peter shouted “Here” he gave the baseball bat to Nick “take this. If he tries anything, hit him! And I mean it!”
“But…what about you…” he muttered
“I can do fine on my own.” That was a lie, but it was a necessary one “Just take it.”
He ran towards the teachers lounge, where the voice came from, leaving Nick on his own, with the beast that was, and was not, Josh.
The door to the teachers lounge was closed, just as he expected. But he was ready for it this time – he rammed it, this time as strong as he could – they broke, as the adrenaline flowing in his veins gave him enough strength to do that.
There was no one inside – he realized where the voice came from the loudspeakers above the door he just broke. “Damn my cursed luck!” he thought. “I should have known!” he just stood there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, but he was unable to. The adrenaline dried out, and he felt the sharp pain in his weak muscles.
Suddenly, he felt it, the wrongness – he turned around, and faced the bloody baseball bat. It hit him on the face only a second later. He fell down to the floor, unable to do anything – the dark blue carpet was soaking in the blood that ran from his nose and mouth. He looked up, and faced someone he did not want to face.
It was Nick – he stood there, the baseball bat in his hands, with freshly drawn blood on it. The stupid grin on his face that revealed his perfectly white teeth was that of a hyena, sinister and savage. His teeth looked like fangs.
Peter wasn’t able to fight back, or even scream, as Nick ripped his throat out with his teeth.
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Time for part 8! I will finish this, or die trying.
VIII
The empty seventh class ended, and only the eighth remained, starting at exactly seven o’clock. It was the geography class – Peter hated it more than anything.
He had decent grades in other subjects, but he just failed at geography – it was so damn boring. He wasn’t even sure why they even had it – they had no use of it, and the certainly didn’t like it.
The geography teacher was women, thirty or so years old, flat as a board (with the exception of her large nose) and she was always pissed off for no reason. Students presumed that she is still a virgin, since she never had a boyfriend, and she worked at the school since she was twenty-two. She gave F’s for no reason whatsoever, and threw you out of the class for sighing too loudly. She always dressed slightly whorish, and, quite obviously, padded her breasts (maybe even her buttocks – not confirmed) and generally acted nothing like a normal teacher. In a nut-shell – she was a nutcase.
Everyone shared a loud sigh (and a few facepalms) when they saw her coming. They always secretly hoped that she will fall down the stairs or into a shaft, get hit by a car, have a heart attack - basically anything that would stop her from coming to class. But, fcuk it, she was there every single time, not more than a few minutes late.
She smiled sinisterly as she came into the classroom – she had something in store for them. It was their last class before the winter break, and she intended to make it hellish for them.
She asked everyone in the class the lesson they had at the start of the first half-term, four freaking months ago. Noone in the classroom was even sure what they had for breakfast today(was it salami and sour cream, or cornflakes?), and had no idea what they studied four months ago. Some who remembered something got a B, but other than those, it was all straight F’s – ten so far.
The teacher finally called on Helen – the only person that could possibly get anything more than a B.
“So, Helen, what will it be?” the teacher asked
“Give me an F.” she calmly stated, to everyone’s surprise.
And, thus, she got an F – the first one ever . Damn did it feel good!
“So, how does your first F feel?” Peter asked Helen after the class ended – it ended early, it was only 7:35. They were sitting on the bench in front of the classroom.
“Well, kinda good.” She said. It did feel good that, for once, she knew shit, and she said so out loud. She always tried so damn hard, tried and tried, and than this bitch comes and decides to ruin all their grades for her own sick amusements. “Get a vibrator for god sakes!” was what she wanted to say to her, but she wasn’t so pissed off. Yet.
“You know, I am always the one to know everything.” She said “For once, it felt good to be like everyone else, to not care about the stupid F. I always thought that getting an F is the end of the world or something. I was always nervous when I thought of that – but now, fcuk it, I just didn’t care.”
“I told you.” He said “Sometimes, you should just lay back, and not care. You are only seventeen for god sakes! You will never be seventeen again, so enjoy it while it lasts – it won’t last forever.”
They just looked at eachother for a moment an smiled – a timeless moment that happens once or twice in a lifetime. Then, she kissed him - timidly at first, but then she went all out, and inserted her tongue in his mouth. He was still too surprised to do anything when their lips separated.
“What…are you doing?” he asked
“Something I probably should have done a long time ago.” She said and smiled
He grabbed her cheeks, and kissed her passionately – she accepted it fully. They were both inexperienced at this, but it was a kiss they will both remember for the rest of their lives.
Then, she tried to rip his throat out.
He slammed her head against the bench, then, while she was stunned, gripped it tight with his hands, and broke her neck with one swift thrust. No emotions showed on his face as he killed his one and only, his true love. “This is not Helen.” He kept repeating inside his head, the touch of her lips still lingering on his.
“Nice try!” he shouted as he laid her dead body on the bench “Too bad you failed!”
The damn theatrical laughter was heard from the main building. When it stopped, a voice, deep, dark and sinister spoke “How did it feel?! Killing the girl you love!”
“I only killed her body! That thing inside it was not her!”
“But it did feel good as much as it felt bad, didn’t it?” he laughed again “She fooled around with you for three years, saying you should only be friends, but now, she just goes and declares love! You hate her as much as you love her!”
Peter sighed “Maybe it is so! But I am still going to find you, and make you pay ! Remember what I said earlier!? I hope you remember! I will repeat it if you weren’t listening then – I will find you, and rip your throat out! ”
“Common boy! Give it a shot! I’m waiting!” The speakers turned off, but the -bleep- was surely still listening ( and watching , he thought).
“I might die again, but this time I will find out something. I will be ready to do more next time – as much as it takes, I will find out what the -bleep- is going on, and who is responsible. God help him when I get a hold of him.” He ran towards the main building as fast as he could – this hour was not far from its end.
It was not the teachers lounge, not this time. He suspected it never was. He ran upstairs, and found the baseball bat in the cupboard. He had to break the door, but that was only a minor setback.
The loudspeakers were controlled from the principal’s office – it was on the third floor, as well as many other thing. The door to it was sound proof, and atleast two feet thick – if they were locked, he had no way of getting in there. That won’t stop him from trying though.
His mind was set – he will kill that bastard, or die trying.
The door to the principal’s office was locked, but he was prepared – he knew where the spare key was (he overheard two teachers discussing it). He took it from behind the black marble sign on the wall (it said “principal’s office” on it in gold letters).
He unlocked the door and entered it, knowing that the one he was searching for was no longer in here. Yet, he hoped to find something that would lead him to that bastard.
The stench was strong inside – the stench of wrong. Along with it, the stench of blood and cigarette smoke filled the room. A man was hanging from the chandelier – he apparently hanged himself, as indicated by the broken toppled table below his feet. There was a note pinned onto his stomach, written in blood.
“-bleep- you” it coldly stated. The hangman, with his throat ripped out, and his face turned into an unrecognizable macabre mask, was none other than John. Peter wanted to puke at the sight of this horror, but he decided not to.
He searched the room, but found nothing. No trace of anything even close to a clue. Like the person inside. How did he leave the room, if he even was here, remained a mystery.
“Maybe he wasn’t here at all.” Peter thought “ Maybe he used John to do his bidding…just like he used Helen, and earlier John and Nick to try and kill me.” He took a moment to think this over – that was the only logical conclusion he could come up with. But John was certainly not the one talking through the loudspeakers – that was not his voice.
“Maybe there is some other place from which the loudspeakers can be controlled?” he thought. The next moment “Oh shit!” he shouted – this was just a trap, meant to mislead him – he looked at the clock on the wall – 7:55 – only five minutes left to do anything.
But the door to the principal’s office was locked – he tried to open it with the key he took, and with the one he found by the broken table, but both wouldn’t fit into the lock – there was a key on the other side. There was nothing he could do.
He contemplated all the possible options, when the chandelier broke off, and fell onto him – it had atleast 100 kilograms, if not more, and was made out of glass – glass that stuck into every possibly part of his body. The main part of it, a metal bar, pierced his throat.
“So, you failed again. Too bad.” The voice from the loudspeakers said. It was eight o’clock sharp .
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when is the deadline for this???....anywayz... awesome story...just awesome....suspense....quite brutal...lyked it^^ goodest of luck for writer's block....(if it isn't finish already...)
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It isn't finished. I still got till... Sunday or something to finish this. I finished chapters 9 and 10 though. Eleven is currently in the making - I will post a word document containing the full story.
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cool!!! more stories!!....well...bestest good luck then.... ^^
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I FINISHED IT!!!! IN YOUR FACE EVERYONE WHO THOUGHT I WOULD NOT INCLUDING ME!!!
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