Author's fucking note: Omg hey guys! I'm sorry for the super long wait for this next chapter (the reason updates were so frequent beforehand was because I was on Spring Break). Anyway, I've noticed somebody on Tumblr has been posing as me and sending anonymous hate messages to some of the authors featured on this fic. I have a tumblr myself, and I never go on anon, nor do I send hate mail. So that's not cool, people.
"What was that noise?" Forkanna wondered aloud as she ran up to the volcano's edge. She ended up standing on the ring of where all the lava was, and as she peered into the lava, she saw it.
Living Lamb, her weird roommate, had diminished in the lava's fiery forces. Now, her body was bubbling inside the redness, bits of skin and blood floating up around the fading bones. Dead and gone. Consumed by the world's most destructive, relentless element.
Forkanna fell to her knees and screamed, "NOOOO!" as she shook her fists with rage. The rain poured down her face.
"Who killed Living Lamb?" was a question everybody began asking. Judging by the forensic evidence, it was obvious Lamb was pushed bluntly into the lava. Not by accident. Not by chance. Not by a black guy.
"But who would have the motivation to do such a thing?" Puck asked her group of friends, who were sitting all around here. She had gotten pregnant, and now, she sat on a hot lava pillar, holding her baby bump as it squiggled.
"Honestly, I'm just clueless," Forkanna said. She shook her head. "I'm so numb from my pain that I can't even cry."
"Kate-Kane's dead, too. And Celery Sticks," said a cop. He walked up to the group and took a sip of his coffee. "Dead, all of 'em. This sure was a homicide, if you ask me."
Lightning struck the distance:
"I like that boom boom pow
Them chicken jackin' my style
They try to copy my swagger
I'm on that next shit now
I'm so three thousand and eight
You so two thousand and late
I got that boom boom boom
That future boom boom boom
Let me get it now"
"Hey, Fork," Scholar of Justice, the guy who is basically Hans in this story, said brightly as he approached her group of friends from the distance. "Sorry I took so long in the bathroom. Man, what's going on here? Is this a crime scene now?
"I'm so happy you're okay," Fork said. She ran forward and wrapped her arms around his chest, hugging him tight.
"Hey, Scholar," Puck nodded. "Lots of murders have been going down. Crazy shit."
"Holy fuck," he blinked. "Who did it?"
HmsElsanna shrugged. "I guess we'll never know. C'mon, let's just go home."
Drum Major wiped the tears running down her face as the bus parked into the University's parking lot.
"She was so soft and kind. Poor Living Lamb. I'll never forget her."
Elsa and Adele Manzeen immediately ran up to the front of the bus. Elsa signaled for Drum Major to come out alone, and so Drum Major told all the students on the bus to wait in their seats. Drum Major went out the window and talked to Elsa and Adele Manzeen.
"What the hell is going on?" Elsa urged, grabbing Drum Major by the shoulders. "It's all over the news! Why weren't you watching the students?"
"I'm sorry," Drum Major said. She began to weep very loudly. "She's dead! They're dead! All of 'em!"
"Get yourself together," Adele Manzeen screamed. She slapped Drum Major vigorously on the face. "Come on bitch, it's just a girl."
"Drum Major," Elsa said. Her eyes were wide, and she was visibily shaking and upset. "Can I talk to you - alone?"
Elsa and Drum Major went aside in private. Once securely out of naked Adele's presence, Elsa asked:
"Is Forkanna okay?" So much sacredness was layered in her voice.
"Yup she didn't die."
"Thank the lord," Elsa seemed as if she might have fainted on the spot. "Oh my god, thank goodness." She shook her head and went away.
"Wait," Drum Major called. She pulled her marching band sash off her chest and threw it to the ground. "I'm sorry, but I can't keep teaching here knowing Living Lamb's desk will be empty. I quit."
Mrs. Frizzle laughed maniacally as she wiped the blood stains from the front of her bus.
"You did a good job today, Magic School Bus," she whispered soothingly. "I'm so happy you ran those annoying girls into the volcano. BLAAAAA!"
"Thanks for the job," a cruel, harsh male voice sounded from the shadows. He entered the light, revealing the face of Scholar of Justice. "Everything's going perfectly. Soon, the glass fork will be our's!"