➳ CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT ➳
TERROR WILL ALWAYS LEAVE VICTIMS
⠀⠀⠀And if History class taught me anything it taught me that our school was once the site for a thriving little town. It used to be a silver mine for ores. The boom didn't last long, but the money it generated was enough to put this place on the map for trading.
⠀⠀⠀That was way back in the 1800s but the lake behind the school had always been there and they had used it to wash away any sediment left behind in the ores. So silver that couldn't be harvested, or was wasted, was filtered directly into that lake.
⠀⠀⠀That's why they said it had that strange light blue colour, had no fish and any living thing in the forest surrounding it refused to drink from it.
⠀⠀⠀The silver and the chemicals was as poisonous to bunnies as it would be to werewolves.
I frantically hoped.
⠀⠀⠀Half limping, half running, I made my way down the hallway, making sure to knock on the metal railings, wooden doors and empty walls as I passed by them to catch the monster's attention.
⠀⠀⠀I wasn't nimble but I was fast enough to get a full 50 paces ahead of the werewolf. It wasn't much of a lead because everyone I turned I could see the creature's nose peeking around one corner or the next.
⠀⠀⠀Either I was better at hide and seek than I thought, or that thing was playing with me... But nothing mattered more to me than making sure Brit and Jinx were safe.
⠀⠀⠀That beast had made one fatal mistake, I told myself as I picked my hiding spaces and hallways carefully, and that was that it decided to try to ambush a couple of kids at their own school.
⠀⠀⠀Thinking to myself then, I began piecing together my plan. I was going to sprint down through the first floor, back to the west wing, and then make it to the back field exit.
⠀⠀⠀And somehow, when I got there, I was going to anger the creature and lure it further outside and, further still, into the forest that surrounded my school...
⠀⠀⠀"W-we'll see..." I wheezed painfully, "how this goes..."
⠀⠀⠀I coughed into my hand and quickly wiped away the blood onto my tattered pink jeans shorts.
⠀⠀⠀My eyes were trained on the ground and what was in front of me because with the jabbing pain that left me reeling every few breaths, I didn't need anymore distractions.
⠀⠀⠀My eyes were sore and my vision was failing, which made me curse at my stupidity in not bringing my glasses-- or did I bring my glasses?
⠀⠀⠀I dropped it in the rubble, back there... Didn't I ...
⠀⠀⠀I couldn't remember then, back in those dreary dark halls. And I didn't care.
⠀⠀⠀This was a live or die situation and I didn't need to see clearly when I was in the dark... I was using the moonlight and everything was working out fine.
⠀⠀⠀The cold from outside seemed to have oozed in and flooded the building. My jacket wasn't thick enough to keep me warm and goosebumps plagued my arms and pinched at my skin as they tightened. My hairs stood on end as the air whispered sharply with static.
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