Thread: Night School (Rieo Deal & I)

Chaos in it's purest form. Nothing made sense. There were noises spawning from nothingness speaking in tongues and sometimes in her native tongue, other times in English. No matter what, the frightening fact that she was hearing what really wasn't there had her insides chilled below freezing. Bile built at the back of her throat as she ran as fast as her legs could carry. Her heart pumped so loud it became deafening in her ears and all that was left was her laboring breath and thumping heart. She saw a face, the boy who had first left out after the teacher, as she sped past him, but she made no point to pause there. Did it matter? They were doomed. Hell, she was running to her own doom! How do you run from what you can't see? Then came more crashing. It was constant and ringing from behind her. She stumbled a little and the single pause made her new found exhaustion apparent. Still, she forced her legs to move. Jasmine could have sworn she heard one of those mad voices calling out to her desperately trying to be noticed. If she hadn't been running she would have fisted her hands against her temples and dug in, praying for silence and salvation. Tears streamed down her eyes, dissolving the little make-up she employed everyday. It smeared down her cheeks in black and pink lines. What was that story? The Wizard of Oz? There was no place like home. No place like home. She'd take dishonor for years to come if she could wake from this nightmare, safe in her room, hovering over a textbook at her desk. I'll study a thousand times harder if you can get me out of here! Her prayers were heard, but not as she intended. A force soared into her from behind, knocking out breath and sense. Just over her head she felt a cutting murderous wind and finally a clattering of something metal slamming against the nearby corner of the wall. Still, having not seen her savior just yet she feared she had been tackled by an evil spirit and rolled out of his saving embraced. Her legs kicked out, swinging at anything and her elongated nails took purchase where she could. Jasmine screamed nonsense, her instincts of fight or flight blinding her from seeing Ken for what he was. Leave me alone! Die spirit, die! Go away! Ah! She flailed until she became a hazard to herself and she needed to pause for more than ten seconds to recollect her breath. In that moment she saw Ken and added two and two. Oh... I did not know... Her embarrassment lasted for moments when suddenly she shoved away from him, in the process moving him back some, as a corporal hand reached up between them. It reached out as if for something to grab and then pressed down on the very floor it was poking through, pulling itself up. As it came farther through a human shape became apparent, feminine even, but slightly decayed. Its body was opaque as if a spirit that was trapped between two dimensions. The spirit female stood up, then hunched over heavily, allowing her excessively long hair to cover her face for all but one eye. Everything else was naked. She faced Jasmine and grinned, exposing rows of shark-like teeth. The girl could only lay there, as she had never stood up, with her eyes wide as saucers and tears barreling down her face. Tis.. death..