Viva se Potete

"Despite the amount of different stories told about this place, they all had the same, clear meaning - enter this school and you will never be seen again." There sits an abandoned school, in the darkness of a small town. No-one dares to say what happened to it, except for the old rumours going round. But, how can you tell fact from fiction in this place, especially if no-one can be sure? The only way to do that is to find out yourself, like a group of teenagers did. ~ I've basically just written most of this and not looked at it again, since I'm trying to finish it and then edit, so CC would be greatly appreciated, as it would make the later editing much easier! ~


10. Chapter 9

On second thoughts, maybe the aura was more than a mind's illusion. I ran as fast as my legs could take me - an image of what I'd just witnessed burnt eternally into my mind. It was obvious to me that I would have to endure that memory until the day I died. Which, judging the footsteps behind me, wouldn't necessarily be very far away.
While this account may make it sound as though I had become accustomed to the feeling of loss and the death of someone as insignificant as my own best friend and twin wouldn't affect me, I really wasn't okay. I felt like I was going insane.

The footsteps. 

It was like they were all around me. Bouncing. Echoing through the walls and doors. Through my head even. Being the last one left, I had to do this. Had to survive. For the others. I used the majority of my remaining energy to get me down the halls, squeaking shoes on my feet giving away any plausible hiding places within sight.

It was getting nearer.

I could tell by the satanic silhouette at the end of the corridor that the monster was at the end, waiting for me to try and hide. A game. That was all this was to it. A game to see how long I would lasted. Desperately, I pulled open the nearest door and ran in, slamming it behind me.


I knew that it was behind the wooden frame now. Rummaging through my pockets, I desperately searched. Any weapons? No. Any pens? No. Anything I could vaguely use at all?

No. The oh so familiar sound of a door behind me. I froze. This could be it. My demise had come. As I turned my head slowly, my eyes met with that of the supernatural being in front of me. This was one of the few times I had seen

the monster properly and its appearance.
It was a fair bit taller than me, as emphasised by the fact I could only just go through the door without bumping its head. The body was similar to that of a human's, but the limbs seemed slightly deformed and was a musky yellow colour all over. The face was pale and emotionless, yet it was the eyes that intruiged me most - they were a brighter yellow, almost gold. Not only this, it unlike every other part, they seemed... humane, for lack of a better word. In contrast to the emotionless expression, when I looked into those eyes, I saw the strangest of emotions. Pain. Sorrow. Desperation.

But, now was not the time to be analysing the Thing, but a time for escaping. And while I had been looking, it had slowly moved out of the way of the doorway. I just needed to get past.

Deciding quickly, I chose to push over any chairs in immediate reach, to form a temporary barrier between the two of us, then sprinted out. I could actually make it! I wasn't too far from the reception and the monster was definitely behind me, so if I could just reach there-

I quickly stopped in my tracks. For at the end of the corridor was, not one, not two, but three monsters standing in my way. In addition to this, the vibrations in the floor told me that the one I had just 'escaped' wasn't that far behind me. And something told me that it wouldn't be very happy...

Finally the footsteps stopped and all of the monsters turned, eyes fixated on me. Wait, no they weren't looking at me. It seemed more like they were looking at the monster immediately behind me, awaiting orders. And though I did not see it, the sudden wind told me that I was about to be struck. Then, the last thing I saw before becoming consumed by darkness was my family necklace crash to the floor at the same time I did.

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When i reopened my eyes, it would be clear to anyone that I wasn't in the same place as before. I couldn't even really be sure as to whether we were still in the school or not. My guess was not, but the atmosphere that had followed our group since the beginning seemed a lot more tense.

Once my vision cleared properly, I saw that I was tied by my limbs to one of those cliché traps. You know, one that looks kind of like a tilted table. And everywhere around me was random tubes which were filled with darker red plasma. It seemed like there was a monster in each tube, so I guessed that was how they had came to be. Presumably the one that had a cloth over it is one in their earlier versions, or something.

Hold on - there weren't any of the monsters around, except for those in the tubes. Maybe I could escape! I mean, it was a bit of a long shot, but it was either that or wait here for them to return, which I really couldn't afford. Besides, the worst they could do now was kill me, which, after seeing what the others went through, doesn't seem that bad an option. If I were to get out of here, I had no idea how i would cope with all that would happen. After all, I did spend the last few days (or however long it had been) watching my friends be killed off one-by-one. But, I could spread the word about this place and hopefully get rid of it once and for all; no-one would ever fall prey to these creatures again.

So, now I only had to actually escape.

Ignoring the pain of the straps digging into my wrists and ankles, I lifted my head up as far as I could, to view the surroundings of the trap. It wasn't entirely clear, but I could just see a shiny object - a pair of scissors?
It was obvious there was a reason as to why they had been placed there, so would it really be a good idea to use them? Yes, the important thing was to get out of here, whatever means necessary, but maybe there was a different alternative. It seemed as though there was, as I had absent-mindedly been gliding my fingers over the edge of the table when it had got cut and started to bleed. So, dangling my arm over the edge as far as I could, I was able to catch the strap on the side and get it cut off. I've no idea how I did it, but somehow, I was bendy enough to repeat the for my other arm and both legs. Though, it was clear that i'd have scars from there they pierced my skin for the rest of my life (however short that may be).

Once all of my limbs were free, I slowly sat up, before noticing something. There was what seemed to be a machine next to the trap, checking its weight. Did that mean that when I got off, if there wasn't still the same amount of weight, something would happen? I didn't really want to take any chances, considering my life was literally on the line here. So, I grabbed the object closest to me which seemed a similar weight. Some medical-looking machine. Either way, it became my replacement, as I jumped off.

Now, by the looks of it, there were a couple of possible ways out. There first one was a barely-viewable trap door, which had a translucent rope dangling down from it. As it was closer and seemed harder, it would probably have been a better option. However, unfortunately, I've always had the upper-body strength of a child, so climbing ropes to save my skin wasn't a very good idea.

Although, the other one did seem quite suspicious. I mean, on either side of the room were plain doors, with curtains covering the walls between them. Nevertheless, it was my only hope apparently, so I would have to put confidence into it.

Then, I almost made the mistake of falling over. Now, this may not seem that important, considering people fall over multiple times a day. But, this was a very important matter so it was unlikely I'd messed up randomly. Also, I could've sworn I'd felt something stop my feet...

When I looked down, my suspicions were confirmed. There was a series of wires barely viewable under the lighting, which were held just above the ground. Yet another attempt to stop escapists, it seemed. Luckily, the lighting was just so, so I was able to step over them. It got harder and easier depending on how close different ones were together and how viewable they were, but somehow, I made it over the sea.

The door was just there; it was a mere few metres away. My heart was in my mouth as the possibility of actually getting out of somewhere seemed as near as ever. I would get out of wherever I was, make it home, and let everyone know what had happened to all of us. Allow everyone to view my friends as the heroes they died as, and make sure no-one else would ever have to die this way again.

But then, just as I had almost opened the door, a voice rang out clearly.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

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