Claw Marks and Corridors

Felicity saw something she shouldn't have. A dead girl in the bathroom at school. Not just any girl, Robin Cross, the head girl. Since that night all she's had in her head is images of a creature ravaging her body. But Robin was just stabbed excessively, right?

Felicity's life is shattering as she struggles to find the truth and anyone who will believe her. Even the corridors start to not feel safe anymore.

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This is a first draft, meaning that a couple of the chapters are going to be changed/need serious editing at some point! Please bare this in mind.
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7. Six

 

"Dalton was right," was the first thing I said as I slapped the photocopy in my hand in front of April.

She seemed taken aback at first, blinking at me quickly. I sat down opposite her and gestured at the photocopy of the Newsletter from 1960 I had found. Miss Barns had been right. A girl was attacked in 1960, in fact she was attacked on the 4th of May, same as Robin. This Newsletter was published on the 10th of May, showing that the school really had kept with their tradition to publish on every 10th of each month.

"Fe... What?" April breathed out, clearly confused. I pushed the photocopy closer to her, across the canteen table.

"Read it, you'll understand," I told her and she lowered her eyes to the article, looking confused still.


After a few minutes, April rose her eyes back to me with a shocked expression on her face.

"She was head girl too," I whispered when she remained silent.

April opened and closed her mouth a few times, like she didn't know what to say now. I waited, pulling the article back towards me.

"Brutally stabbed," I read from the text, "same as Robin."

April bit at the nails on her left hand before she raised her eyes back to my face. "Maybe it's a coincidence." Her eyes were crinkled at the side as her expression formed into something of fear.

I shook my head at her and leaned closer again. "No, April. It can't be." I paused as I looked back at her definitely. "Both head girls, both supposedly stabbed, both on the 4th of May. The only difference is Amanda was attacked 58 years ago."

April fiddled with the fork in her hand and sighed. "And as far as this Newsletter says, she didn't die."

"I know," I replied. "There weren't any more school Newsletter articles about it. I need to research more, find other articles or something, and see if she ended up dying."

"Don't say that," April muttered, pushing her lunch away. Clearly, I'd put her off her food. "Are you hoping she is dead, to prove your point? Whatever that is."

"No, but it just can't be a coincidence, April," I replied and I almost sounded desperate now. I wanted her to agree with me but instead she looked scared and sceptical. Had I ruined another lunch time with my theories? "Maybe Dalton is right. Maybe Robin was a target because she was a head girl, and so was Amanda Carrington all those years ago. It could be the same killer."

April shut her eyes for longer than a normal blink. "Fe, you shouldn't be investigating into this."

"Why not?" I asked and the tone of my voice was faintly annoyed. At least I said killer, and not monster, then April's reaction might have been even worse.

"It's the police's job," she replied firmly and she leaned down to get her bag out from under the table.

"I know, but I want to do something to help," I replied and I was sounding desperate again. I clutched the Newsletter in my hands tight. "And this is something April, something connected. There's more to this than just Robin getting killed for no reason."

April sighed as she looked back at me. "I can't deny it is strange how similar the incidents are, but where are you going to go from here?"

I lowered my eyes to the table. I didn't have an answer. I didn't really know. I had just been excited that I'd thought I'd found something more, something which might help me work it all out.

"Look, Fe," April continued to speak and she lowered her voice again. "Before, you said you thought it was a monster and however crazy that is, let's think about it. Would a monster really wait 58 years, just to kill another head girl? Would they be that selective?"

I couldn't stop the fact that she was making a valid point. She took my silence as an answer.

"You see, even if these two attacks are connected, which they may or may not be, it's more likely a human's doing. For whatever horrible reason it may be, a human would target people like that, not some animal," she continued and I couldn't look up. I couldn't look at her face.

She was making sense. I knew she was, but I also didn't want to hear it. I knew what I saw, and these two attacks they had to be connected... But I nodded back at her because I didn't want to upset her.

"Yeah."

April sighed, put her unfinished lunch away in her bag and reached across the table to squeeze my hand.

"They'll find whoever did it, don't worry," April said gently. "Then we can all try and go back to normal."

I put the photocopy away, not continuing the conversation I wanted too. I would just have to do this without April's input.

I followed her out of the canteen, walking along the long corridors and up a flight of stairs. I could hear the rain against the windows, typical English weather, as it had only just been sunny a couple of hours ago. I tried not to think about it meaning something like impending doom as I paused to look out on the school field, all the grey clouds rolling in the sky like a storm was coming.

I remembered a monster from one of the books I had scanned through earlier. Stormcloud Eagle the person had named it. A large cloud like creature which hurled out of the clouds and engulfed people, apparently. I couldn't see any such monster today, turning away from the window again and quickening my pace to catch up with April.

We walked our way into a spare classroom which we usually resided in on rainy days, taking seats at the back of the classroom, away from the small group of girls who occupied the front. They'd often draw hearts on the board and giggle about who knows what as they gossiped away. April and I always did our best to ignore them. They never said a word to us, probably because we were usually quiet and were either doing work or whispering back and forth, so we gave them no reason to have a problem with us. Not that two Sixth Form girls should really feel that a bunch of 14-year-olds should be able to confront them.

April pulled books from her bag and a wad of paper, clearly wanting to get on with some work. I had a feeling she might have just not wanted to have a conversation with me, in case I brought up monsters or the Newsletters again. I sighed as I tried to find my History textbook under all the monster books I'd taken out earlier. As I did so, I felt the photocopy touch my hand and I briefly unfolded it, looking down at it again.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, and even though I pulled out my history book instead, I wasn't really reading it, I was thinking about the attacks.

They were 58 years apart. As I thought about this fact, an idea popped into my head. The time gap bore more significance than I had first thought. Going with what April said about it being a human killer, 58 years on that killer would probably be frail and unable to attack Robin like I had seen. It couldn't be the same killer or... Some monsters, from the books I had read earlier today, had said they didn't age or if they did, at a slower rate than a human being. A monster like that could have attacked Amanda and still be around and strong 58 years on, to kill Robin. I breathed out a large breath. That pointed to a monster, more than it did a human.

Even if I was wrong about the two attacks being connected, Robin's injuries, they were so severe, so brutal. A monster had definitely attacked her. And if it had attacked Amanda Carrington too, then I needed to work out whether a monster really would target people like that. Why hadn't it harmed anyone else all those years? 

I got out a piece of paper and scribbled some ideas down, hoping April was focused enough on her work not to read it. I decided I would look through the books again later, find monsters which matched the criteria. Long life span. Dormancy period/hibernation? Large claws.

I tapped my pen against the table as I looked down at the words. I had to be on to something. There had to be some monster which matched that description. I was going to work this out, wasn't I?

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