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Chapter Fourteen
Race Against Time

It was like Luella's eyes had darkened. Maybe they had or maybe she was hallucinating. But at that moment as she stumbled into the girl's bathroom with her hands tugging onto specialist armour, her vision was circular with a vignette.

All her problems kept pushing to the top of her head, not having time to process one because time was the thing she had the least of. It was dripping away like sand in an hourglass.

The armour along with the green woollen jumper had fallen out of her shaking hands and onto the bathroom floor. She felt horribly sick.

Luella's throat was dry and her chest couldn't help but heave in and out quickly. Her hands managed to clasp the rim of the sink, trying to turn the tap on but her hands felt weak. She wanted to slam it in irritation.

There was barely any light in the bathroom, only the rim of moonlight shuddering in as shadows of deadly creatures made it flicker. The sun was serving the other world and no one else was there to make her feel flustered with heat as she did. She didn't have time to notice her light pink face.

Her tears didn't make her feel any cooler, only messier. She felt as if she bled a wave of tears through her eyes. She tried to blur them out like it was a radio playing in the distance but it was too loud to stop.

"You're okay," she whispered to herself.
Trick your brain, Luella thought. Trick it. You're okay. It's just a fit of... something. Heart attack? Dying? Certainly what she had thought.

She let go of the porcelain sink and sunk to the floor, on her knees, picking on the rim of her peach-coloured shirt. As quickly as she could, Luella took her shirt off, over her head.

The Burned One's growls could be heard from any room at the school, the only difference being how quiet or loud it was. There was no doubt that there was more than one.

The fairy managed to get the jumper on which had wiped her tears off but it was thick and only made the temperature of her body grow like a war of flames. The coldness was gone, withered away.

She grabbed the black leather armour and tried to attach it to her body but her hands trembled, unable to do it up, which made her panic go up. Her dad was depending on her when he pushed the clothes into her hands.

"Fuck!" Luella shouted, throwing the armour in frustration.

before

"Once Dane gets here we can push him through," Beatrix said spitefully, facing the opening to a meant-to-be-hidden hallway in the headmistress's room.

That's where Rosalind was, as she had explained earlier. Trapped by the headmistress who once was a student of Rosalind; the tables sure have turned.

Luella knew nothing about Rosalind but she seemed to know a big secret of hers while being trapped in the middle of a school. She stood wrapped with Stella in her magic, not visible to the eye. She was glad the light fairy let her, and was able to hide both of them.

She tried not to tap her foot in anxiety, she couldn't let Beatrix know she was right behind her. Stella was standing with her, barricading the two with a smug of amusement wrapped on her features.

Luella didn't know if she was more worried about meeting Rosalind or getting caught. The second problem was less likely, as of now, because her dad, the other professors and students were out looking for the Burned Ones.