Basics in Teaching

Chapter 5 - Basics in Behavior (2/3)

His ears perked up, his gaze instinctively following the direction where he surmised the sound came from. In that instant, he broke out into a sprint, trying to further accurately pinpoint the source of the noise. It wasn't upstairs—the cry for help was distinctively somewhere in the lowermost floor. In a way, the plead was relieving to the white-eyed human; not because of the person being in danger, but because it was evidence that people were still alive.

Breathing.

At least, for now.

As he turned a corner, his eyes still trying to adjust to the immense, uncomfortable, and unrecognisable darkness, he was met with a precarious sight.

Mister Holmes had found Mister Colt seemingly rounding up students into a nearby empty and unused classroom, carrying a magnum revolver to further emphasise the importance of obedience. Why he was doing this was completely unfathomable to the English teacher—he could never have expected him to do anything like this.

But the fact that he wasn't killing them right away was good.

"Mister Colt!" he exclaimed, making his appearance known as he bust through the classroom door. With slitted eyes and bated breath, he further gritted his teeth and clenched his fist in a newfound sense of anger and confusion. This time, he could do something about this. He stared daggers into the Bio teacher, who finally turned around to display an incredibly neutral expression plastered on his face, unmoving and truly apathetic, something unbefitting and uncharacteristic of the man Rip had gotten to know these past few months. "What the hell has gotten into you?!"

"It's... is that our English teacher?!"

"Mister Holmes—it's Mister Holmes!!"

"Oh my God, we're dead. We're fucking dead."

"Why is this happening?!"

"Yo, relax; he's just a human. What are you all getting so worked up about?!"

"They're two teachers. We're DEAD, RILEY!!!"

"SHADDUP ROBIE!!!"

Mister Holmes, obviously having overhead the commotion, felt the need to clear up some confusion, although he found it difficult to find the words along with suppressing his anger so that he could appear in control of the situation. Without turning his gaze away from Mister Colt, he spoke loudly and clearly to the students. "I'm not here to hurt you guys. I'm not... turned, or whatever is happening here. Don't worry—Mister Colt won't hurt you anymore. Not while I'm here at least."

"What did he say? Are you kidding me?!"

"Mister Holmes, I know you're a teacher and all, but you're also just a HUMAN, remember that? Mister Colt literally has a gun, too—go get help!!"

"She's right, there ain't a lot you can do. Get help before he kills us all!!"

The English teacher sighed; this was to be expected. It was what he wanted, after all, ever since that incident he barely remembered from so long ago, but it still bothered him. Still, they weren't wrong with him just being a human, so he had to be careful in any case.

Ignoring his students' cries for him to retrieve help elsewhere, he continued to face down the Bio teacher, who had, by then, already raised his silver revolver to face the opposing teacher. With his finger held fast and ready on the trigger, Colt continued to retain his neutral look, ready to kill him without a second thought.

"Resisted her, did'ja now? Well, she ain't tell me I can't kill off my colleagues."

Rip furrowed his eyebrows. "That narrowed all my ideas to one."