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Moon
- Joined
- Nov 4, 2010
-Run, Run, Run
These words rang in David's head as he was running down the empty corridor. Running for his life. If he didn't...a sparkle of fear ran down his spine. The footstep of the person casing him were becoming louder and louder-that guy..or girl.. was obviously better runner then him. "Jacpot" he thoguht to himself as he noticed that the door to one of the classrooms are opened. He jumped in, hoping he would escape throguh the window. Believing that he might get away after all.
Forgetting that windows in classroom no.112 are barred.
"I hate Mondays"- he said out loud with resignation.
It all started precisely a week ago, during one unlucky Monday.
You'd say that being 17 was too old to get bullied. Or bully anyone. But then, Windsore Academy was not your average high-school. A fact that he was to learn first-handedly.
As beaten-up David Ashford was trying to pull himself together and pick-up all his books that were scattered throughout the, otherwise, pretty empty classroom he felt a strange, disturbing smell. A smell of blood.
Pushed forward by oh-so-human curiosity he quickly located the source of the smell.....to his shock it was coming from one of the drawers of mr. Oldfield's teacher desk. Scared, but intrigued David opened the drawer in which he found a small knife covered in strange runes and..blood.
And then he ran away, scared as hell.
If only he dropped the case back then. If only he didn't investigate it further. If only he didn't sneak up at the school's basement and witnessed that ritual today.
Then he wouldn't have met that girl.
These words rang in David's head as he was running down the empty corridor. Running for his life. If he didn't...a sparkle of fear ran down his spine. The footstep of the person casing him were becoming louder and louder-that guy..or girl.. was obviously better runner then him. "Jacpot" he thoguht to himself as he noticed that the door to one of the classrooms are opened. He jumped in, hoping he would escape throguh the window. Believing that he might get away after all.
Forgetting that windows in classroom no.112 are barred.
"I hate Mondays"- he said out loud with resignation.
It all started precisely a week ago, during one unlucky Monday.
You'd say that being 17 was too old to get bullied. Or bully anyone. But then, Windsore Academy was not your average high-school. A fact that he was to learn first-handedly.
As beaten-up David Ashford was trying to pull himself together and pick-up all his books that were scattered throughout the, otherwise, pretty empty classroom he felt a strange, disturbing smell. A smell of blood.
Pushed forward by oh-so-human curiosity he quickly located the source of the smell.....to his shock it was coming from one of the drawers of mr. Oldfield's teacher desk. Scared, but intrigued David opened the drawer in which he found a small knife covered in strange runes and..blood.
And then he ran away, scared as hell.
If only he dropped the case back then. If only he didn't investigate it further. If only he didn't sneak up at the school's basement and witnessed that ritual today.
Then he wouldn't have met that girl.