It's lunchtime.
I missed the last period to clean up the mess in the lab.
We're dismissed early today, because of some teachers' meeting. I'm eating lunch at the cafeteria anyway.
I grab a sandwhich and walk to the soda machine. There aren't very many people here.
I insert the dollar and the cola appears. The force makes it fall to the floor and roll to a nearby table.
I sigh and crouch down in order to pick it up. My hand is only a few inches away, when something unexpected happens.
The coke. Flies. To my hand.
I gulp. Scenes of the office incident flood into my mind.
I drop the coke and walk in a fast-paced manner into the hallway.
I try not to look suspicious, but I can't help it.
Either I'm some weirdo like Mr. Davis, or there's some kind of flying soda discovery I haven't been told about.
The few students sitting in the cafeteria look at me oddly. I don't even have to look back at them; I can feel their ice-cold stares stabbing at my back. I make sure my backpack is secure and I run outside for some fresh air.
When I step out, I can feel the damp April day weigh upon my shoulders. It doesn't make anything better. More like worse.
I start my walk down the road, heading to the police department. As I walk through the city, I see the small shops lining the streets. I check my watch. It's still stuck on 12:04pm. I sigh. I look around and notice a small clock shop.
Gray and Sons, the sign says in bold lettering.
I stay outside and try to look through the window.
I see a man with nicely-combed hair and black-rimmed glasses. He's wearing a cardigan or vest. I'm not really sure what it's called. To sum it all up, he's your typical "nerd" as far as I know.
I walk over to the entrance and open the door. A bell rings to indicate my presence, like most shop doors do. Mr. Davis is nowhere in sight, and the shopowner sits quietly in his desk and examines a watch.
"Excuse me," I say.
He looks at me and stands abruptly. He's really tall. I only reach up to his shoulders.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to the door. I'm Gabriel Gray."
There's a silence between us. I don't really know what to say.
"I can fix that." He says.
"What?" I reply.
"The watch. I can fix your watch." He extends his hand to recieve the watch.
"Oh, right." I give the black Swiss Army watch to him.
He sits down in his desk and takes the wristwatch apart. I observe in fascination.
Once he's finished, and the watch is finally ticking again, he gives it back to me. My eyes gleam.
"Thanks, Mr. Gabriel! This is my favorite kind of watch. I'd never buy a new one."
He apparently enjoys my interest in some kind of clock.
"It's no problem," He says kindly.
"I have another Swiss watch that needs some work. Can I come by tomorrow?"
"Sure." He smiles.
I pay him what is due and take my leave.
I'm a few meters away from the shop when I notice... Mr. Brian Davis! entering the store. Through the window, I see Davis and Gray conversing with each other.
The two walk over to a desk.
They sit down together, and Mr. Davis focuses his attention on something. And, just like in the office, the object moves toward him. He looks back at Gabriel and expects him to know why this happens.
Gabriel looks at him with an odd expression. He searches for something on the desk.
I go closer to the window. I shade it from the sun to see more clearly.
Davis turns around. He dropped something from his pocket.
Gabriel grabs a crystal from the desk and raises it over Mr. Davis' head.
Davis is so busy talking, he doesn't notice.
Gabriel forces the crystal down on his head.
Without any hesitation, I pound on the window. My yelling is muffled in Gray's point of view.
Gabriel looks at me with surprise and stands motionless with the bloodied crystal in his hands. He drops it.
I see Mr. Davis, dead, on the floor. A pool of blood surrounds him.
I run to the door and barge inside.
"Gabriel!" --I run over to the body of Mr. Davis-- "What..? Why..?"
It's obvious Mr. Davis is already dead; all I do is look at the killer--Gabriel--and expect an answer. I should be feeling scared, but I don't. I don't know what I feel.
Gabriel smiles.
He's not the same person I encountered before.
He signals me to turn around. I hesitate.
"Go on," He says, still signalling.
I turn around and close my eyes. I can hear him tear Mr. Davis apart.
I'm angry at myself for not stopping him, but there is really nothing I can do. Gabriel is twice my size; I can't run away, or he'll catch me. I can't call the police, or he might catch me, too.
I glance around the room and notice a telelphone hanging on the wall. I stare at it.
I turn around slightly and see... Gabriel observing Mr. Davis' brain?
I turn back around with a disgusted look on my face. I bite my lip and look at the telephone again. I have half a mind to go and call the police, but then again, it would take too long to give them my location.
I'm afraid. Afraid that Gabriel will do the same thing to me.
I take the risk.
I run to the phone.
Gabriel looks up from his work and charges at me.
He restrains my arms and lifts me up from the ground.
I kick and struggle in hopes of escaping.
"Stay calm," He says softly.
I scoff. "You must be kidding me! You just killed my principal, and you expect me to STAY CALM?!"
He holds tighter; so tight, I can hear his heartbeat. The erratic pulse sticks to my mind, like a song I cannot get out of my head.
I feel quite uncomfortable. I'm weakening, so all I can do is squirm.
After a few minutes, I give up all attempts. He still hasn't put me down.
"... You can let me go now." I tell him.
He places me in a chair and leans on the table. He takes off his bloody glasses. He takes a deep breath and turns around with a gun in his hand.
My eyes become wide, and I jump out of the chair. I back up into a wall. I'm trapped.
Where did that come from? I tell myself.
He gets closer.
I extend my hand. Gabriel looks at it, then to the gun. The weapon is shaking in his hand. He looks at me again with furrowed brows.
The gun flies from his hand, but it misses mine. Instead, it hits my head and I fall unconscious.
My last thought: Way to go, Audrey.