“Do you think your telekinesis will be able to lift the both of them?” Harold asked as he knelt beside professor Ericson. Trisha was behind him and hovering behind her, too, was Francis's corpse.
“I suppose it can but it will be much heavier and I honestly don't think I can bear the weight,” she replied.
Harold nodded. Picked professor Ericson's body from the earth and swung him over his shoulder.
Trisha looked around, studying the strange cavern that was beginning to fall apart brick by brick. The water that cascaded out of the waterfalls had stopped flowing all together.
“This is such a weird place,” Trisha said and Harold nodded his head in agreement.
He looked farther, at where the light from above bath the cavern. It was where he would have been killed if not for professor Ericson. He was a hero. His hero.
“We should
Wilkes changed into his vampire form and with the others holding on to each others piece of clothing, they were able to get to the where the ladder without much trouble.“How do we get them up? Penelope asked, referring to Sarah and Derek's unmoving bodies.“We'll get them up the old way,” Brie said as an idea crept into her head. It was quite a stupid and hilarious one but that made her fall in love with it more.“What are you talking about?” Wilkes asked with a look of confusion on his face.“Watch,” Brie said. She walked to where the ladder was and climbed up it like a cat. She was much faster than she had been when coming down. The torch she'd brought down with her, too, had gotten missing in the frenzy she'd met. If she hadn't wandered down there, it was very unlike they would have survived.When she got to professor Ericson's office, a smile spread across her face. She was no more in the dark,
Harold and Penelope continued down the cavern, moving faster than they had earlier whilst paying attention to the stalactites above them lest it dropped on or around them.“Congratulations,” Trisha said as the ladder came into view. It was still quite a distance from where they were, roughly two hundred metres, but it was a sign that they had gotten to the end of the cavern.“For what, exactly?” Harold asked. He was by far the saddest of them. Although he had survived the contest, being the first wolf of over three hundred that had passed through Golden Lake University in the past over three hundred years, he had lost someone dear to him. Someone he never really got to know.“For… you know, coming out of the contest alive. It was a tough one but you did it.”“We did it,” Harold corrected. He decided to push the sadness away, at least, if only for a moment, and enjoy the victory him and his friends had.
On the other side of the library, they were welcomed with students: males and females, who were so engrossed in themselves they didn't notice the students in tattered clothes, carrying corpses, unconscious bodies and looking like cavemen who'd survived a zombie apocalypse. It was almost midnight and the students were mostly concerned about for their sexual satisfaction. They couldn't care less about the students or the Vice Chancellor which had been reported missing a few hours ago.“Our room is the shortest from here,” Harold told Wilkes. His voice was cracky and he found it difficult to talk. He was very thirsty, too. He turned to the others, “let us take them up there. Less people will see them that way.”Slowly, like soldiers who had gone to represent their nations in a bloody war and were now returning after being victorious although a few comrades were bruised and battered, they all marched up the poorly lit stairs, walked down the hall that h
The sun rose over Golden Lake University earlier than usual. It touched the mountains far from the school then crawled closer to the school, from the East to the West, sweeping through greens.It bath the firs that edged the school not long afterwards, casting their shadows on the school, then slowly, the sun reached the school, too, waking the students who had spent all night partying, swimming, having sex and for half a dozen students, fighting for their lives in a cavern hundreds of metres beneath the school.Of the six of them that had come out of the cavern, Trisha was the first to wake up.The previous night, when she had gotten to her room, Chloe wasn't any where to be seen. Trisha suspected she had been seeing someone else — another lecturer, perhaps, that had filled the place Professor Ericson had. She didn't know why she did and there was no physical evidence that what she thought was true but that was how she felt.
Trisha walked towards the school slowly for two reasons. One was because the faster she walked, the more pain she felt on her back and around her feet. The second reason was because she didn't know how she was going to talk to Mrs. Perry after not seeing her in almost a week.It was even most likely Mrs. Perry thought her dead. If that was the case, it was going to be much harder for Trisha to endear herself and get any vital information out of the librarian.Still moving slowly, she rounded the corner and was just a few feet from the library. Her heart began to beat fast. Adrenaline pumped through her veins.She turned to her right again and walked the remaining small distance. "She should be on seat now," Trisha whispered to herself and knocked twice on the door.Two seconds after, there was no response then from behind the door came a grumpy voice. "Come 'n."Trisha twisted the doorknob
Harold wore his clothes one piece after the other, trying to make sure the fabrics of his shirt and trousers didn't come in contact with his bruises that were like dots scattered all over his body with irregular spaces between them.He breath in sharply and winced in pain as he strapped in the last button of his t-shirt. Beside him was Wilkes whom as they had planned the previous night, will be going with him to the school authority as a witness for whatever funny thing they might want to pull on him. It had been a last minute decision but it was worth it. They still couldn't trust the school authority, couldn't just believe that they weren't as bad as Dr. Peyton Giovanni had been."Are you ready?" Wilkes asked Harold as he looked from Francis to Professor Ericson. Their bodies were motionless, cold and still, as expected.Harold breath in sharply before replying, "yes, I suppose I am." He wriggled his body underneath the shirt he h
“I need you to tell me everything you know about professor Ericson,” Trisha said, maintaining eye contact with the librarian, Mrs. Perry. What happened down in the cavern came flooding to her memory but she pushed them out and held her tears contained in her eyes with a lot of willpower.She wasn't going to break down. At least, not in front of Mrs. Perry who already suspected not everything was well with her. No.Mrs. Perry squeezed her face and her eyes narrowed more in suspicion. Trisha blinked her eyes rapidly to dry up the tears that had formed in her eyes. Hopefully, Mrs. Perry won't notice because the library was poorly illuminated. “Why are ye askin' 'bout him?”“There's just…” Trisha started then stopped talking. If Mrs. Perry just answered her without asking questions, she'll know what she wanted to faster — in a few days, at most. But no, she was asking questions that pushed Trisha to tell lies which was hurting her and w
Harold and Wilkes stood in an office. They knew whoever was going to attend to a case as delicate as the one they came with had to be on on the top most storey so they had no business being down there. That's how it always worked. The most important people had their offices on the highest storey and with each storey descending, the occupants of the offices were able to determine how important they were to the normal functioning of the school.On the first storey was the reception. That was where they were, waiting.The receptionist, a fat woman that puffed like a train instead of breathing in and out answered them. She spoke through her nose and by a glance, Wilkes and Harold could she didn't find it easy to breath. It was laborious, perhaps, because of her size.“Did you book an appointment?” she asked when they had first entered. She had a lot of experience with notorious students who wanted nothing more than to cause trouble and