Basics in Teaching

Chapter 5 - Basics in Behavior (2/3)

"...Forgive me, Sam."

In that instant, he, with a measure of speed he didn't know he still had, closed the distance between himself and the western-like teacher within a matter of moments, before opening his palm, grabbing his face, and slamming it downwards onto the hard, cold sanitised floor. With a sickening THUD, the demi-human was face planted on the ground, a small crater forming underneath his head specifically.

The biology teacher made no further effort to move.

The English teacher let out a couple heavy breaths, not having exerted himself in such a way in a while, before turning to the rest of the students within the unmarked classroom, of whom had become quiet as they watched the scene unfold. "Oi, the, haa, the exit is open nearby. There shouldn't be anyone there. I need all of you to hurry and escape. Call the police, too. I don't know how this started nor how many people have already made it out, but it's better to be safe than sorry."

For a moment, the students just stood there, staring at the English teacher in disbelief. This slightly frustrated him.

"Hey! What the hell are you all waiting for?!" Mister Holmes exclaimed in a cacophony of anger and irritation, slamming a fist against a nearby wall to emphasise his point. "Do as I tell you, right now! People are dying—don't tell me you all want to be next! GO!"

EEEP!

With that declaration, all seven of the students that Mister Colt had cornered at gunpoint and likely planned to kill, or at least trap, quickly bolted out of the classroom and towards the nearest exit. Mister Holmes peeked his head out to make sure they made it out without issue, before returning his attention back to the unconscious teacher.

Kneeling for a moment, he only stared. "Oh God, Colt—how many did you kill?"

He abruptly stood up and scoffed, exiting the classroom to stare down the darkened, eerily quiet corridors of the Paper School. "No... no, that wasn't a question for you, Colt."

"That was for Alice."

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Engel hit the ground with a hard THUD, but... he was alive, somehow. Picking up his head from the somewhat cushioned ground, he tapped it beneath him to confirm that it was, indeed, what he thought it was. "...Pillows, huh? How the heck did it break a fall from that height? Is this what Miss Thavel meant by no one having died from this, or something? It still doesn't make any sense, though..."

Eventually, he managed to pick himself up from the ground and took a look around, seeing his friends recovering from the disorienting fall as well. "Hey, is everyone alright?"

"Alive... somehow," Claire answered, clearly still somewhat weary as she propped herself up against the curved walls. She managed to turn to the rest of her friends despite that, however. "You guys? How're ya faring?"

"Up and breathing, I guess," Bubble replied, barely managing to stand up herself. "Dunno how, though. No way a bunch of friggin' pillows broke this kind of fall."

"Ugh... that was the scariest thing I've ever done in my life..." Abbie cried, wiping some tears from his eyes and also standing up. He took a brief look around the area, then focusing his eyes on a certain someone. "L-Lana? Are you okay?"

For a moment, Lana lied there, face flat on the pillowy surface before she pushed herself upward and feigned a smile to Abbie, although her expression soon faltered as her true feelings were revealed. "Yeaaaah... maybe? ...No, no, I don't think so, Abbie. I don't know what's going on anymore."