Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, etc., are either product of the author's imagination used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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"Holy shit. That's the President. You just s-saw President L, Ms. Transferee."
I stood in my place, firm and immobilized because of what she just blurted out.
She just cursed at me, right? What the...
"Oh. Yeah? I just saw the President, alright. What about it?" I discarding asked her while my eyebrows were raised up to the highest level. I don't particularly appreciate how people here in BWH address me. I'm getting sick of it, actually. Also, I don't get it. Ok, yeah. I just came eyes to eyes with the President. What's the big deal with it? Do they have to really make a fuss out of it?
"What? What am I supposed to do? Should I be scared or what because our eyes interlocked? Huh? Say it!"
"None of us had seen President L, Ms. Transferee. He never let students in BWH know his face. He remains unknown and mysterious to us ever since. And you, interlocking with his eyes even for just a millisecond is... an achievement."
Blinking multiple times, my mouth was left half-open, almost ready for a stifled laugh to come out. And I did. I released a heartfelt chuckle minutes later after digesting the words of this certain girl in my front.
"Wait, let me repeat your words. You said it's a damn achievement that I get to see that President L of yours, right? So, should I be happy now? Am I supposed to jump in joy because of that?" I smirked when I saw her eyes darkened. Oh, did I just pissed her off? Tsk. No fun.
"No. You shouldn't be smirking and smiling like that, Ms. Transferee. Interlocking your gaze with our President doesn't only mean you've unlocked an achievement. It also means that you'll be the target of Section Zero." Like a madman, she dangerously whispered those terrible things to me.
"Oh, really? Is that a bad thing?" I tried to kid and beat around to advert the fear rising into my system again. But, as the weird Blackwoodian Citizen she is, she put a few drops of threatening tone to her following words, which actually worsens the fear that I'm sensing.
"It's not that bad. Because it's more than that, you'll finally feel the hell-like us, Ms. Transferee. And there's no way for you to leave or get ready."
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The loud and for-the-dead-like-bell of BWH waked my sense up from taking a nap in the middle of our history class earlier. Still half asleep, I left my other eyes open and closed the other one. I slowly raised my head, and there I found out that no one was left here in the classroom except for me. What the fuck? Where the hell are the others?
Biting my lips, I took a glance at my N-Meter. 5:55. The clock in my N-Meter says It's freakin 5:55 already. That's probably the reason why I am the only one left in here, and all of my classmates flew their asses back to the dorm. Tsk. Would it kill them if they wake me up just for a little bit?
I heaved another deep sigh and started fixing my things. While I was busy putting my pieces of stuff inside the bag, I suddenly felt something.
It was like someone was looking at me. Intensely.
I roamed my eyes around the classroom and found... none. Shit. I'm starting to feel those damn scary things out of the blue, and I hate it. Argh. Before goosebumps eat my system again, I decided to leave the room for good. While walking, I can still feel the eerie atmosphere surrounding me. I don't know if I imagine stuff, but I think that someone is following me.
Darn it. Avy, be brave. Ghosts aren't really what the hell...
"Fucker!" I suddenly threw away my bag when the freakin' weird siren of the school rang. This time, because it's deafening, I initially covered my ears as a response. Minutes later, the dim lights that served as the illuminating agent of BWH's dark pathways suddenly turned off. Now, I can no longer see anything. What the fuck is happening?
"This is not a test; this is your Vice President speaking, announcing the commencement of our black hours sanctioned by the folks of BWH. Weapons of class four and lower have been authorized for use during this said activity. Commencing at the siren, any crime, including murder, will be legal for ten continuous hours. Until tomorrow morning at 3: a.m, when the black hours concludes. Stay safe, my beloved Blackwoodian Citizens. May the darkness be with you all."
Like a defective and broken plaque, the siren repeatedly rings all over the premises. Together with those terrible warnings and invoices of Madame Evee, the lights remain shut down. I grasp tightly at my skirt while bending down to find my bag. I have a flashlight stored in there. I need to find it.
With my heart throbbing hard, knees and hands trembling with fear, I successfully reached my bag and turned on my flashlight. As I planned in my head to run like a cheetah back to the dorm and tucked myself into the sheets of my room for safety, I felt a cold, sharp metal wrangling in my bare neck.
"Hi there, Ms. Transferee. Great to see you outside the safety zone. Defying the rules, are we?"
The rush of goosebumps soared and crept onto my system as I heard a playful yet another frightening voice behind me. I tried to escape from the cold and fearsome embrace of the guy who's holding me, but I guess I shouldn't have done that.
"Move an inch again, and I will make this knife pierce right through your pretty neck, lady." As if depicting another Deja Vu, I stood frozen in my place, unable to move even an inch because of what the guy said. I bit my lips hardly as I sense the knife in my neck slightly makes a cut. Seconds later, I can feel drops of blood oozing out. Darn it.
"So, I'd like to know why a pretty lady is out here in the dark while disobeying the sacred black rule. Aren't you scared, hmm?" I winced disgustingly as the guy seductively move closer to my ears and whisper those words.
I gritted my teeth, calming myself down, "Fuck you..." I cursed.
"Fuck me? Oh yeah, I'll gladly want it. Name the time and place, sweetie."
Losing my shits, a single teardrop to my cheeks. Shit. No, Avy! Don't you cry! "Who the hell are you一."
"Let her go, Syracuse."
Still keeping my eyes open, I highlighted my hearing senses.
"P-president L? What are you 'doing here?" The man behind me surprisingly moved his knife away from my bare and bleeding neck, which access me a better view of the one with who is he conversing with.
"Don't need to ask me that kind of question, Sy. We all know why I am here. Move your knife away from her, now."
That's the white hoodie guy whom I've seen earlier at the window. The guy who just spoke up was the mysterious BWH's President that all seem to be afraid of.
It's really him.
"Sy. I said, now." His voice was so authoritative and dark, yet his presence to me screams the opposite. He's wearing the same clothes that I've laid my eyes on earlier, and It's shining upon my eyes as of now. His all-white get-up seems to be his trademark, and I don't know if it's normal for me to be amazed by him. His intense gazes look like it's taking my soul. What the heck...
The sound of the knife coming face to face to the ground waked my senses up. Minutes after, I feel my trembling body descending to the ground because the guy slowly removes his hands away from my neck.
"Guess I'll see you next time, Ms. Transferee." Those were the last words that the guy left for me before I heard his footsteps marching away.
I turned my eyes again to the man standing not far away from my place. With a hoarse voice, I managed to speak up, "President L, thank you for that but, who the hell are you, really?"
His stifle laughter and seemingly satisfied smirking eyes were the last things I saw and heard before my consciousness decide to make its downfall.
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To be continued.