Chapter 3
Mao huffed as he made his way to the student dorms. Even though Beryl was a teacher now, and could move into the much nicer staff building, she chose not to. Telling him that "She wanted to be closer to the students and live through there hardships." He couldn't understand this at all. The student dorms were a joke. There were at least five students crammed into one small room, and they all had to share a bathroom too! It wasn't that Evil Academy was small by any means; it was just that by having the dorms this way, the students were more likely to fight, or kill one another. It was one of his genius plans that he had implemented when he became dean, and so far it was working out perfectly. At least seven hundred students had "mysteriously" disappeared already, he was very proud.
Beryl's room was at the very end of the student hall, and was by far the smallest room, but she was lucky, as she had it all to herself. Every student refused to room with her, knowing they would be subjected to her crazy delinquent activities, like picking up trash and the like. She always complained about this, but after knowing her for such a long time, he knew she always preferred to have her own space.
He reached her room and knocked loudly on the door, hoping to wake her up if she was indeed asleep.
"Beryl!" He called "What the Hell are you doing it's like one o'clock! Why aren't you at work?"
No answer. He knocked again.
"Seriously you are in huge trouble slacking off on work like that! What were you even thinking?"
Again no response.
He was starting to get angry now.
"Dammit Beryl you better had a Damn good explanation ready because I'm knocking this door down!
He wasn't really going to knock the door down, although he could if he really wanted too. He had all the keys to every room in the school, and after a few minutes of searching, found the right one.
"Ready or not Beryl I'm coming in, now you have ten seconds to explain to me why I shouldn't punish you by grafting robotic arms into your knees or…."
He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed how dark the room was. Even though it was the middle of the day all the curtains were drawn. Although this would be routine behaviour for any normal demon, for Beryl it was strange. She hated the dark, always had ever since they were kids. She tried to play it off by saying that "As a delinquent I should embrace the light!" he knew it was an excuse. She was really just afraid.
"Imagine a demon who's afraid of the dark" he scoffed.
he scanned the room and saw a lump in the small coffin shaped bed. She was mostly covered, but he could see her pink hair and a horn peeking out from under a thick blue blanket.
"Aha!" he called and quickly making his way to the front of the bed, kicking it with his foot. "You are ditching work to sleep in! I knew that whole delinquent thing was just a ruse this whole time! Wait until I tell everyone! Muhahaha!"
The figure under the covers twitched but still made no attempt to get up or respond.
"Beryl!" he sighed I said I'm going to tell everyone! Aren't you going to at least yell at me or defend yourself something! Come on! You're being boring! He moved over to the side of the bed and reached his hand out to pull the covers off from over her head, but as soon as he got close a cold, pale hand snaked out quickly from under the covers and grabbed his wrist. He stopped moving. Stunned by the sudden assault.
"B-Beryl…?" What are you…?"
.Alone.
It was her voice alright, but it was so cold he almost didn't recognize it. He stared at her hand, her grip getting tighter each passing minute.
He gulped, Unsure of what to do, until he found his voice.
"Beryl! What the hell do you think you're doing! Let go!...are you….sick or something…?"
I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE! She screamed, scraping her long nails on his wrist before pulling the covers completely over her head, so that she couldn't be seen at all.
He stared dumbfounded at the floor for the next several seconds trying to understand what the hell had just happened, when he became aware of a warm liquid pooling down his hand. He lifted it up to his face. That crazy bitch slashed my wrist!
He turned to look at the covered up figure, lying still on the bed before he made his way back to his office.
