Pardon my long absence. My life is in constant transition but finally it appears that it will be smoothing out in the near future. I have not been writing as much as I would like and although this is very short, I thought my faithful readers deserved a bit of a treat. So here in the third chapter. Reveiws/critiques are greatly appreciated


Chapter 3. Flight


Thus wings unfurled and took flight, allowing Kendall and James to navigate their way through the upturned classroom. Almost upon breaching the door, the solid frame still creaking on its hinges, Kendall slammed into James's unsurpassable back,

"Yo man, what gives? We've got to book it!"

"Hold up, I think I hear something."

Back tracking slightly, he dropped to the floor the moment his ears picked out a quiet sniffling sound. Rummaging past a disassembled bookcase, the brunette came across the slender form of a girl cowering beneath a desk.

"Jo, is that you?" James called, crouching down to reach her eye level, "Please Jo, we have to go!" However, he received no response.

"James is it-oh?" Kendall asked, ears perking up at the name. Leaning over a bench, he almost had to catch his breath at the image of the pretty blonde's bright cheeks streaked with delicate tears,

"We can't just leave her here. I mean…she'll slow us down but still James, we shouldn't…we can't-" Kendall's irrational fears were distilled by the shaking head of his friend, assuring him that they would not abandon their classmate.

Then he resumed coaxing Jo out from her reclusive state, Kendall pitching in until they were able to drag her from beneath the wooden surface,

"Don't worry, everything will be alright." Kendall urged, subconsciously smoothing her flaxen hair in a gentle nature as the boys helped her to her feet, "Now, I'm-I'm going to pick you up, okay?"

James handed her off to the stronger hockey player who swiftly hefted her up, lifting her petite body across his shoulders to settle onto his back. Nodding that he was ready, Kendall wordlessly trotted behind James posing as the leader, who was already cautiously scouting ahead.

The ominous boom of the metal bell screeched incessantly overhead, tolling warnings of doom and destruction for all who were unfortunate enough to hear its symphonic melody. Ragged breathing escaped lips trembling with exhilaration as sharp spikes of fear jolted the bumbling pair out into the dim hallway, the boys glancing left and right in a panic along the winding corridors towards freedom.