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Modern Day Devils - Chapter 12
By Snake - Mark
Mark stood outside the high school’s main doors for a moment. He felt going inside would cause the confusion in the school that he had left rise, but he knew that everybody should know; everybody would find out sooner or later.
Pushing one of the three main doors open slowly, he stepped into a small rectangle, which simply held the school’s alarm system. In front of him was another set of doors, all three of them silver in color instead of the green that the outer doors were painted in. As he entered the school, a feeling of fear brewed inside of him. His eyes moved back and forth rapidly; the hallway ahead of him was empty.
To his left was the school’s main office. When he walked by it in a slow pace, he shifted his head to look inside and found that the room was completely empty. He paused for a second, standing in the doorway. The feeling of fear that he had experience grew larger; his mind echoed what sounded like distant crying.
“Hello?” Mark called into the office. Receiving no reply, he stepped into the room slowly.
A swift rush of heat drove itself into his blood, causing it to boil. It was then he realized the fear he felt wasn’t his own. Somebody nearby felt it; somebody very nearby.
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Cowered behind the vice principal’s desk was the V.P’s secretary, Mary-Anne Filler. Tears streamed down her face as she listened to the footsteps of one of those creatures as it moved towards her. Part of her wishes she weren’t alone; that same part wishes she had gone with the other assistants and administrators when they piled into the principal’s office, which was located across the hall. She knew that they would face the same fate as her, but at least with them she would not have to die alone.
Her heart raced faster, the footsteps coming closer. They were inside the small room; maybe those things could sense her there. She remembered the attack. They seemed to appear from absolutely nowhere, as if they had fallen from the sky. The first one she saw had a blank stare. Its eyes were completely white, no sign of pupils or anything. They just stared directly at her, as if piercing her and looking inside of her. Two wings, white and beautifully shining, were mounted on the angel-like beings back. At first sight, they did look like angels, but that changed when they drew their long blades.
The angel-like entity that Mary-Anne had encountered stared at her for a good minute, the wings on its back folding up as if it wouldn’t need them anytime soon. She remembers being too petrified to move, almost as if the creature had put a spell on her. She watched in horror as the soft, aura-surrounded hand of the humanlike being reached around to its back and, in a bright flash of white, drew from it a sword that had not been visible beforehand. Her mouth had opened to scream, but one of the other assistants had released a horrible yell, distracting the angel-beast. In the few seconds she had, Mary-Anne ran into the vice principal’s office. Lucky enough for her, the hell angel seemed too preoccupied following the fleeing secretaries and administrators into the principal’s office.
Everything seemed to have calmed down since then, but now the first one she had seen had come back for her; had come back to kill her.
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Mark’s view was obstructed by an over-size desk, which was the home of several stacks of paper and a computer. His eyes moved to the gold nameplate that sat on his desk, acting like a paperweight by holding a stack of stapled forms together. The engraving in the nameplate read “V.P. Trulin”.
Approaching the desk, he reached his hand out to grab the nameplate, but was distracted by a sudden movement. The chair that sat behind the desk spun halfway in one direction, almost as if a small child were hiding from a parent.
Raising his nose into the air, Mark took in short breathes through his nose. He smelt her. Expensive perfume and sweat entered his naval passage, leading him to move around to behind the desk. He did so slowly, as not to give whoever was behind it a heart attack.
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Mary’s tears came harder as the footsteps came around the desk, heading towards her. She closed her eyes tight and grabbed hold of the base of the chair. Listening for another moment, she noticed the footsteps had stopped. Her eyes started to open slowly, which is when she screamed.
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Mark stood over the woman on the ground, but he didn’t stand very long. The screaming woman pushed the rolling chair forcefully towards the teen, the edge of the chair slamming into his knees. Loosing his balance slightly, he fell to the ground, a grunt escaping his lips as he hit the floor.
Mark’s eyes shot up immediately, the color turning from a light hazel to a blood red. Anger grew in his mind, even though he knew that she did it in self defense. His mind started to clear quickly as the red in his eyes moved over the woman in front of him.
She was crying, heavily. Her words were broken, but he could understand. “Plea… don’t… ki…kill me.”
Pushing with his arms, Mark moved back to his feet, standing tall in front of the woman. “Calm! I’m not here to kill you.”
The woman continued to cry, but her eyes shot up to Mark’s, which had already gone back to their original color. “You… you’re not… not… them?”
The eyebrows on Mark’s forehead tilted upward, showing his confusion. “Them?” His head turned, looking out of the V.P.’s office. “Who are you talking about?”
“They… they were angels.” The woman already had stopped crying, small tears being those left to drip down her cheek. “Or they were…”
Mark didn’t allow her to finish her sentence. He knew what was going on. “Leave. Get out of the school.” His eyes stared at her as if they were dead eyes.
The woman stood slowly and began walking past Mark. She pressed herself against the desk as to keep as far away from him as she could. As she left the small office, Mark followed, though when she turned right, he turned left.
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Moving through the halls slowly, Mark felt his heart race. The school hallways, which had been crowded only minutes before, were now completely empty. It didn’t seem plausible, that is, if he were wrong.
From what he had learned from Lucifer, Hell wasn’t the only factor in this war. It was a three sided war. Two factors were already present, Hell and humanity; the only one missing was Heaven. That is, until now.
The feelings he felt when he were near the Minions grew on him. His pace slowed, his head turning left and right, scanning the hallway thoroughly. The first set of doors he came to were the faculty bathrooms, one on each side of the hallway. His hand grabbed hold of the men’s room handle and pushed, but there was only the click of a lock. These doors are never locked during school hours. Crossing the hallway, he tried the woman’s faculty room, and found that to be locked as well.
Confused, he pushed on, passing by several other doors that were locked, but never were during school hours. Mark paused and closed his eyes, his mind cranking to envision what could have happened.
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The hallways were full of students, some going in opposite directions others simply standing still, talking with friends and lovers. To those standing in the hall, everything was normal; though, to those that were already seated in the classrooms, everything was beginning to take a turn for the worse. Every door in the school slammed shut, locking on impact. The fait of those in the rooms was already decided, but the students in the hallways still had a chance; they never took that chance.
The first of the angels appeared at the end of each hallway, blocking anybody from the side exits. Students began running; herding themselves in the direction the angel’s seemed to push them. Screams of fear and confusion echoed throughout the school as the school occupants were rushed towards the school staircase.
As the first set of students reached the fire doors, the doors that were in front of the set of stairs heading to the second floor slammed shut, keeping anybody from going up, or coming down. With nowhere else to go, everybody pushed down stairs, trapping themselves in an exit-less basement.
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Mark’s eyes shot open. He wasn’t sure if what he saw in his mind was created by him, or some bit of reality; either way it all seemed plausible, for the hallway and rooms on the first floor were completely empty. There was no evidence, though, that any students were already trapped in the classrooms. No bodies… no blood… nothing.
Shrugging to himself, Mark paused. Hesitating, the teen made his way towards the set of stairs. As he had seen, the basement doors were open and the second story doors were locked. Having no other ideas, he pushed downstairs.
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At the bottom of the stairs, a second set of fire doors were shut and locked. On either side of each door were two glass window panes, and when looked out correctly, a portion of the cafeteria could be seen.
Mark pressed his cheek against the glass and looked directly ahead of him. Lining the far wall of the café was a row of students, all seemingly alive and moving. A rush of hope surged through the angered teenager. He pushed himself off of the door and hesitated a second before slamming his shoulder into the section where both doors met. The doors snapped off of their hinges and Mark burst into the cafeteria, making the biggest entrance Rocky Point High School had ever seen.
Murmurs from the large café grew louder, giving Mark a sense of re-assurance. As he stood there, he stared into the large room, relieved to see that they were indeed well enough to show surprise to his entrance. As he moved towards them, though, they seemed to grow silent.
“Mark!” Mr. Hedrickson, the teacher that had pronounced Mark dead earlier, waved his hand and moved towards him.
“What’s going on here? Why is the school in lockdown?” Mark asked quickly, hoping to rush the answers out of the teacher.
“After the principal heard what happened to you, he came over the loudspeaker and demanded that all students and faculty on the second floor stay where they are, and anybody on the first floor move to the basement.”
“Why the hell would he have called a lockdown?” Mark’s eyebrows quirked.
“Damned if I know.” Hedrickson paused for a second, looking over the teenager that stood before him; the teenager that was dead on the floor only a half an hour ago. “How did you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Pull off that trick. How’d you revive yourself?”
Mark hesitated, and then answered, figuring the truth would be out soon. “Everybody knows some sort of trick.”
“Fuckin’ Laurence!” Jon and Andria pushed themselves out of the crowd of students that made up the basement. Jon hollered to Mark, his hands waving. “Where the fuck were you?”
“I couldn’t let that son of a bitch get away, y’know.” Mark’s voice seemed light. Lighter than it had been in any other conversation he’s had with anybody. With these two near him, he felt human once again.
“You’ve gotta teach me that reviving trick, dude.” Jon smiled slightly, and then turned his gaze to Andria, who seemed embarrassed to be near Mark.
“Are you okay?” Mark nodded to Andria, his head tilting slightly.
As her answer, Andria simply embraced Mark in her arms, holding herself to him. She buried her face into his shoulder and smiled to herself. Mark’s arm wrapped around her back, holding her closer to him.
“Listen Mark, there’s something that I don’t get,” Mr. Hedrickson started, “After the lockdown was called, I passed the main office almost immediately. You know that is the only place where announcements can be made, right? Yeah, well, when I passed by it was completely empty. Now I know there is no way everybody in that office was able to clear out quicker than I was able to walk a couple of feet.”
Mark let go of Andria slowly, his eyes set on Hedrickson. “It was completely empty?”
“Yeah, but it was the principal that called the lockdown.”
Mark’s eyes seemed to flash a bright red, his voice growing angry. “You’re all about to learn my biggest secret.”
5/15/2003 10:07:51 PM
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