A Multifandom Collection of Short Stories

10: Family Don't End In Blood; Part 1

"Hey can I get the answers to that English assignment? The one from yesterday?" the girl in front of me turns around and asks.

"I already turned it in. Sorry," I mumble back. Today has been the most boring school day in history. All my classes have been quiet and we've been taking tests or a having a free day. The class I'm in now, World Geography, is usually loud and filled with laughter, but today, the teacher has become a dictator. We can't talk ior sneeze or cough or swallow too loud.

"Shh!" she commands the girl that asked me for homework. The teacher's eyes flick to black then back to normal. It must have been a trick of the light. I rub my eyes in confusion, but return to my work when it doesn't happen again.

The day is almost over, its the second to last period. I'm walking behind a boy that's also in my class. He opens the door and holds it for me. I nod and smile in acknowledgement. I walk in the classroom but stop short, causing the guy to bump into me.

Laying on the floor in front of me is a girl from the previous class. A pool of blood is slowly expanding from her head. I stand shocked. A few more people come in. Some scream, some stand shocked like me. We all stand in a group by the door, refusing to move.

The principal comes shoving through with another teacher.

"Everyone out," the principal says. The teacher ushers us outside, shutting the door. Suddenly from inside, there's a muffled scream and two thuds. The door is locked, but one of the soccer players in this class kicked the door in. The principal and the teacher were both laying on the floor, presumably dead. I notice a hint of black smoke drift into the vent.

"What the hell?" I mutter. I turn to leave, to get out of the room with three dead people in it. A bunch of teachers are standing outside in a semicircle, blocking the way to the hallway.

"Excuse me," I say, trying to push through them. They grab my arms and fling me backwards. All of their eyes flit to black. I feel my pulse rising, although I have no idea what it is in front of me. They're closing in on me fast, when a linebacker from the football team bursts through the impenetrable line of teachers, scoops me up and takes off running.

"Fend for yourself little dude. All the teachers have black eyes and are killing students. Run downstairs and try to get out of here. Get help," he says, putting me down and pushing me away from him. I run to the stairs unhindered, but there's a mass of students trying to come up. Now is not the time to be courteous, so I shove past them, down the stairs. There are clumps of teachers everywhere, but all the students seem to have gone upstairs. The doors are all guarded by a teacher or two. I get across the hall, but no one seems to see me. I slip into the bathroom where there's two girls, a senior and a sophomore.

"Are they still out there?" the senior asks.

"Yes," I say, my throat dry. A cold sensation ripples across my face and I realize one of the girls splashed me with water. "What was that for?" I say, wiping at my face.

"It's holy water. I think they might be possessed." the sophomore says.

"By demons?" I say incredulously. "Demons aren't real. They're a fun story to tell at slumber parties to freak your friends out."

"You'd be surprised. I know some guys that can help. I'll call them and then we need to get out of here." She pulls a cell phone out of her pocket, and dials a number. Turning away from us, she puts the phone up to her ear. After a while, she sighs in frustration. "Dammit Sam," she mumbles. She dials another time, putting the phone back up to her ear. After a couple seconds, her face lights up. "Dean! Thanks for answering. It's Agent Carter. We have a bit of a situation at my school. The asset is here, and I think they may be after it. There could be something stuck to our shoes. I'm not sure. Best bring the reinforcements. Bobby and Cas. No, Dean. I'm fine. I know. Thank you. Love you, too bitch." She hangs up and turns around. The senior and I stare at her weirdly, confused by the exchange. She blushes. "What? He's like a brother to me." She bends over and lifts up the leg of her pants. She pulls two silver blades out of her boot. "Shall we?" she says, handing us the blades. "I'm Marlowe by the way."