High School From HELL
Daniel Ocean
All standard © warnings apply.
"Well." Relena and Heero were making it up to the upper floors of their high school, moments after everything alive vaporized into the air. "Wonder if it's just a high school or if the whole damn world is like this."
"I dunno." Neither of them really wanted to think about that at that point. "After we look around here we should call 911 or something.'
"That is no problem." Relena dug into her pockets and pulled out a tiny black cell phone. After unfolding it and raising the antenna, she put the emergency number into it. After listening to it for a few seconds, she shivered and put it away. "The cell is dead. This is way too creepy for me." She moved in a bit closer to Heero. "Where are we going?"
"Second floor, south side, I think. My homeroom's there and I have to pick up some books from there anyway."
"I think that we have a lot more problems than that for now, babe."
Heero looked at her. "Did you just call me 'babe'? I think that you have sent a little too much time with Maxwell, now."
"Whatever. We are here. Want to look in the global rooms first?"
"It's the shortest walk." Ahead laid the Global History rooms for all of the underclassmen. "I wonder which of these Wufei was in." After some silence, "I'm just making some small talk. Ignore all of my ranting, why don't you."
"Okay." Relena went into room 200, the first in the hall, followed by Heero. "She's empty." She looked off to the side, and something caught her eye. "Something is not right about that filing cabinet."
"Looks fine to me."
"There is something that is very evil about it." She tentatively touched the handle. Heero reluctantly stood behind her, in case her imagination leaped from it and attacked her. "Here we go."
Inside were the typical papers and folders, drenched in red thick fluid. It lazily dripped over worksheets and textbooks. The smell of hot blood made them both double over. "I think I'm going to be sick," croaked Relena.
"Latina est viva," read Hilde. "I guess that this would be the Latin room." Signs in Latin hung all over the walls, and pictures and drawings of Ancient Rome bordered the blackboard. Hilde lifted a book from a seat in the front and looked at the inside cover. "Relena Darlian. Probably hasn't missed it." She looked across the room to Duo. "No one. Absolutely creepy."
"Duo was trying the phone on the wall. "This is dead. Someone has either killed everyone off or the principal is trying to freak us out."
"Why would he do that, if he could just suspend the whole lot of us?"
"This is a lot more entertaining." Duo gingerly stepped over massive piles of books. "Look at it this way. If you are a high school principal and abut seven, eight students are all coming on in at the same time and they all know each other, then what would you do?"
"Get a life, since I most obviously don't have one if I'm cursed with being a high-school principal."
"What would you do with the students?"
"I would love to play around with them. Duh. But really-is that all that could be happening? Where did everyone else go? There should be a bunch of students for after-school stuff."
"Yeah." He stepped once more, then his foot got caught on a pile and gravity claimed Duo with several textbooks. "Urgh." He rubbed his nose, raw from a meeting with a desk. "Uh, ouch. I think that I got a boo-boo." He looked a Hilde. "What are you ogling at?"
"Look at the ground behind you."
A thick puddle of green slime was right where Duo slipped, with a footprint on the side for decoration. Hilde scooped a little bit up with a paper towel. "Okay, this is getting weird."
"Freakkkkkkkky."
A dying girl limped out of a Global History room, her white and denim wardrobe covered in blood that was still slowly oozing out of her veins. She stumbled on a lump in the caret, lurched, and vomited. She staggered on a few feet more, then fell. "Why, Heero, why?" she sobbed. "Can no one help me now?" She tried to get back onto hands and knees, then fell back onto her side. She laid there, moaning, for a half a minute, then flopped over and stopped breathing.
Trowa did not normally showed any sort of emotion. It had really become his persona. But no matter how much he could tell himself that meeting a serial killer was really quite low, it didn't help his shivering. "Itwasnothingitwasnothingitwasnothingitwasnothing." he mumbled, as he hugged himself under a table in the orchestra room. "I did not see a man with a bloody knife almost stab me."
He could hear whimpers emanate from the other side of the room. He knew that it cold hold any of two people-Quatre, or the maybe-killer. "Help," it moaned. "Let me out of here." It was buried in to collapsed tables and some music stands.
"I'm coming," Trowa assured the voice, as he got up searched the teacher's desk for what he needed. After a minute, he found it-a letter opener. "Not much against a serial killer, but better than nothing." He slowly walked to the door. "I'm here. I'll get you out in a second."
"Trowa, I'm as scared as hell. Get me-aieeeee!" Quatre huddled in a corner as Trowa held the letter opener high above their heads. He had moved a stand and was ready to attack.
"Oh-it's just you." Trowa relaxed. "Thought you were a killer."
"You are the one with the weapon, and you say _I'm_ the murderer?"
Daniel Ocean
All standard © warnings apply.
"Well." Relena and Heero were making it up to the upper floors of their high school, moments after everything alive vaporized into the air. "Wonder if it's just a high school or if the whole damn world is like this."
"I dunno." Neither of them really wanted to think about that at that point. "After we look around here we should call 911 or something.'
"That is no problem." Relena dug into her pockets and pulled out a tiny black cell phone. After unfolding it and raising the antenna, she put the emergency number into it. After listening to it for a few seconds, she shivered and put it away. "The cell is dead. This is way too creepy for me." She moved in a bit closer to Heero. "Where are we going?"
"Second floor, south side, I think. My homeroom's there and I have to pick up some books from there anyway."
"I think that we have a lot more problems than that for now, babe."
Heero looked at her. "Did you just call me 'babe'? I think that you have sent a little too much time with Maxwell, now."
"Whatever. We are here. Want to look in the global rooms first?"
"It's the shortest walk." Ahead laid the Global History rooms for all of the underclassmen. "I wonder which of these Wufei was in." After some silence, "I'm just making some small talk. Ignore all of my ranting, why don't you."
"Okay." Relena went into room 200, the first in the hall, followed by Heero. "She's empty." She looked off to the side, and something caught her eye. "Something is not right about that filing cabinet."
"Looks fine to me."
"There is something that is very evil about it." She tentatively touched the handle. Heero reluctantly stood behind her, in case her imagination leaped from it and attacked her. "Here we go."
Inside were the typical papers and folders, drenched in red thick fluid. It lazily dripped over worksheets and textbooks. The smell of hot blood made them both double over. "I think I'm going to be sick," croaked Relena.
"Latina est viva," read Hilde. "I guess that this would be the Latin room." Signs in Latin hung all over the walls, and pictures and drawings of Ancient Rome bordered the blackboard. Hilde lifted a book from a seat in the front and looked at the inside cover. "Relena Darlian. Probably hasn't missed it." She looked across the room to Duo. "No one. Absolutely creepy."
"Duo was trying the phone on the wall. "This is dead. Someone has either killed everyone off or the principal is trying to freak us out."
"Why would he do that, if he could just suspend the whole lot of us?"
"This is a lot more entertaining." Duo gingerly stepped over massive piles of books. "Look at it this way. If you are a high school principal and abut seven, eight students are all coming on in at the same time and they all know each other, then what would you do?"
"Get a life, since I most obviously don't have one if I'm cursed with being a high-school principal."
"What would you do with the students?"
"I would love to play around with them. Duh. But really-is that all that could be happening? Where did everyone else go? There should be a bunch of students for after-school stuff."
"Yeah." He stepped once more, then his foot got caught on a pile and gravity claimed Duo with several textbooks. "Urgh." He rubbed his nose, raw from a meeting with a desk. "Uh, ouch. I think that I got a boo-boo." He looked a Hilde. "What are you ogling at?"
"Look at the ground behind you."
A thick puddle of green slime was right where Duo slipped, with a footprint on the side for decoration. Hilde scooped a little bit up with a paper towel. "Okay, this is getting weird."
"Freakkkkkkkky."
A dying girl limped out of a Global History room, her white and denim wardrobe covered in blood that was still slowly oozing out of her veins. She stumbled on a lump in the caret, lurched, and vomited. She staggered on a few feet more, then fell. "Why, Heero, why?" she sobbed. "Can no one help me now?" She tried to get back onto hands and knees, then fell back onto her side. She laid there, moaning, for a half a minute, then flopped over and stopped breathing.
Trowa did not normally showed any sort of emotion. It had really become his persona. But no matter how much he could tell himself that meeting a serial killer was really quite low, it didn't help his shivering. "Itwasnothingitwasnothingitwasnothingitwasnothing." he mumbled, as he hugged himself under a table in the orchestra room. "I did not see a man with a bloody knife almost stab me."
He could hear whimpers emanate from the other side of the room. He knew that it cold hold any of two people-Quatre, or the maybe-killer. "Help," it moaned. "Let me out of here." It was buried in to collapsed tables and some music stands.
"I'm coming," Trowa assured the voice, as he got up searched the teacher's desk for what he needed. After a minute, he found it-a letter opener. "Not much against a serial killer, but better than nothing." He slowly walked to the door. "I'm here. I'll get you out in a second."
"Trowa, I'm as scared as hell. Get me-aieeeee!" Quatre huddled in a corner as Trowa held the letter opener high above their heads. He had moved a stand and was ready to attack.
"Oh-it's just you." Trowa relaxed. "Thought you were a killer."
"You are the one with the weapon, and you say _I'm_ the murderer?"