Basics in Teaching

Chapter 5 - Basics in Behavior (2/3)

"N-no, no, Engel, I'm not leaving you here to die," Claire pleaded, standing her ground as well. "W-we'll think of something-"

"THAT WASN'T ME ASKING, CLAIRE!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, DAMN IT!!" Engel shouted, bursting into a fiery anger that not even he thought he had within himself. "Everyone's fucking dead, and... and I won't let you go next, okay? Please... please run, Claire. Just GO!!!"

Claire hesitated for more than a moment, tears streaming down her face like a never-ending faucet as she briefly hugged the demi-human from behind. "...Don't die. Please."

Engel knew that this was an impossible task, but he decided to reassure her anyway as he patted her head. "I won't, okay? Now, run!! Get out of sight! Call the cops, call the special forces, whatever—I don't care who, just anyone!! GO!!!"

Claire flinched but nodded, turning the other way and running.

The last remaining student let out a brief sigh of relief before returning his attention to their assailant. His eyes momentarily darted to the 'corpses' of his friends, which incited even further depths of anger within him, but he couldn't focus on that now. He watched as the teacher prepared to sprint forward, seemingly to strike the running Claire.

"Hey, teach! Over here, ya coward! If you want to get to her, you'll have to get through me first," Engel exclaimed, standing headstrong against the seemingly unstoppable force. He feigned a smirk, trying to suppress the anger and distress he felt within himself. Nearly all of his friends were now dead, and he couldn't just idly stand by and watch as his last one was killed right in front of him. "Unless you're too scared to go after me first? Always have'ta go after the girls first, don'tcha? Bastard."

"Как хочешь," Mister Maus grumbled, finally turning his attention to the feathered demi-human. "Ее уже не спасти."

In yet another bout of unforeseeable speed that Engel continued to fail to perceive, the demi-human was backhanded with a harsh THUD, instantly sending him crashing into a nearby collusion of lockers. With a heavy CRASH, Engel spat out blood as he made impact, blood running down the side of his mouth and head. Raising his gaze, he fell from the large crater made in the metal lockers and onto the floor—he had no choice but to fall to his knees.

He knew that he didn't stand a sliver of a chance, but for him to be felled like this? So... casually?

"What am I kidding myself... me, against a teacher like Mister Maus?"

The red substance stained his fuzzy face, making its way to his right eye to make it appear as if he was crying blood. His vision in tandem grew distant and slightly blurry, his worldview turning a half-marked shade of red, but it mattered not. This was the end, and there was nothing he could possibly do to save himself.

"At least... I can feel proud that I managed to save someone. God, I hope Claire makes it out."

"Прощай. Надеюсь, твоя следующая жизнь, будет к тебе благосклонней."

Engel tore his head up from the ground to see the large scissors excruciatingly clasp open over his neck. All it took was one wave, one snip, and the job would be done. As he forced his eyes closed, awaiting his fate at the teacher's hand, he let his breathing go soft.

...

"Что за... Э?"

THWACK!!!

"ПО СВОИМ БЬЕШЬ!"

"...?"

BAM!!!

"СТОЙ. СТОЙ. СТОЙ!!!"