“Okay, lads. We have to come up with a way to survive this shit, cause if we don’t survive we know it’s fucking rigged.” Wheeler Collins exclaimed angrily while the Football Cretins sat in a (rather fruity) circle. “Got any ideas, Rhys?” While having a considerably small figure and a shitty perm, this 4 '11 pillock, Rhys JURADO, was the leader of the Football Cretins, while having Wheeler Collins as his companion. “Rhys, you good?”
“I think this is all Onyx’s fault.” Rhys said suddenly and coldly.
“Mate, you can’t just blame this on your stupid ex. I think it’s those melons next door.” Ellis White, the group’s loudmouth, scoffed - referring to the Volleyball Wankers.
“No, this was ALL Onyx. I just know it. I think we should put her down. I mean, she’s goff.” JURADO huffed. A few of them nodded in agreement. Wheeler Collins stood up.
“Okay. So let’s assume that this bullshit is all of Onyx and her mentally challenged group’s fault. How the fuck are we supposed to put ‘em down?”
The Cretins all sat down silently and all momentarily thought of a plan. Their minimal thoughts were quite rudely interrupted, however, by screeches and slams from the other room.
“No, what the fuck was that?” As much as these boys hated to admit any feelings other than obnoxious pride, they were beginning to feel incredibly anxious. Walking out of the sports hall in a defensive circle, the Cretins brandished anything weapon-like they had - including a stray green pen and a pack of gum. They neared AWE06, weapons in hand, and busted open the door.
Dylan slammed the volleyball at the doorframe, narrowly missing Wheeler Collins, who really wasn’t happy now. He sprinted across the room, launching himself into Dylan and began to tackle him.
Dylan’s fighting skills were not good, to say the least. But neither was Wheeler Collins’ skills. You could even consider it to be rather pathetic to watch, they were pulling hair and spitting like angry little girls. Collins forced himself upright and gave Rhys a nod - in no time at all, there was a violent, angry protest between the Cretins and Wankers, with an unfortunate amount of bloodshed. Dylan’s jaw seemed to be splitting; Rhys was weakened tragically and was no longer able to breathe; Phoenix was heaving as his mouth filled with his own blood; and even Flynn was struggling to keep his posture. James sighed woefully, taking the matter into his own hands. Issy and Cleo watched in horror as James tactically swung the volleyball net around Reece and Riley, causing them to stumble into each other and fall into the net. Their throats were raw, too painful even to cry out for help. The net slowly began to suffocate them, their blood pressure was becoming too low. With a final sob, Reece found himself slumped against Riley’s quivering corpse, his eyes thick with tears. Rhys averted his eyes and continued to struggle against his failing lungs, feeling his face turn cold before he threw what was left of him directly into Tom.
A particularly loud thud resounded around the Academy, awakening everyone. The inhabitants of HU07 came to an immediate start. Brooke jumped and looked around the room suspiciously. Leni looked at her quizzically.
“You guys heard that too right?”
“Fucking haunted, I told you.” Onyx mumbled proudly, their voice still thickened with sleep.
“No, really. What was that?” Jasmine sat upright. Shrugs and resounding “no’s” left them even more confused.
“I suppose it would be a bad idea to go out and look, right?” Leni stood up slowly, before getting pulled back down by Alex.
“You’re crazy. Try to remember that the students here are dying, next time.” Tiegan muttered a little louder than she intended. Brooke pulled herself up, alongside Onyx and Milena.
“Why are you going out now? You’re probably gonna die or something,” Jack said monotonously. Leni forced themself up quickly, linking arms with Brooke and giving an overenthusiastic grin to Onyx.
“You’re not seriously going out there. Not at fucking four in the morning.” Jack raised his voice a little, causing the group to shift anxiously.
“We either go now…” Milena began.
“Or we die later.” Onyx finished.
And with a swift turn, Onyx, Milena, Leni and Brooke had made their way out of the classroom and were sprinting down the corridor.
The school was barely even lit at this point, but it would suffice for the small journey ahead. The Humanities corridor was scarily hollow, and none of the quartet had the heart to mutter as much as a whisper in the dark. Leni and Brooke found their linked arms becoming more gripping each other’s hand, and Milena made sure to keep a hand firmly attached to Onyx’s shoulder. They walked past the girl’s toilets, hearing disgruntled sighs and finally shrieking when a light switched on. Milena broke from the group and took off running back down the corridor, her footsteps echoing far too loudly. It wasn’t until they heard a familiar cough from the sink that they began to realise that this wasn’t a normal monster at all, just Billie-Jo recovering from a bad high.
“Billie fucking Jo Coster?! What are you doing?!” Brooke exclaimed, adrenaline pumping through her body.
“Shh..” Leni urged.
“I don’t know man. I wasn’t here for ages, I come back and suddenly everyone’s a fucking murderer.” Billie smiled. Onyx marched down the corridor determinedly, reminding Leni and Brooke why they were out here at all. Taking hold of Billie-Jo, Leni and Brooke chased after Onyx as quietly as humanly possible, which isn’t a lot considering Leni was asthmatic and Billie ruined her lungs by smoking at 12 years old.
They reached the courtyard as a group, pushing open the door and marvelling at the tiny lights illuminating the pathway. They ran together, pushing open the door on the other side and letting it slam shut after them. Sprinting past the canteen, they reached the end of the corridor - Brooke and Billie narrowly skidded around the steps, while Leni slid under the banisters and Onyx jumped them completely. Grabbing each other’s hands, the group ran towards the sports rooms, praying that the other groups wouldn’t want to induce a fight. Onyx and Billie hurled themselves at the door, leaving Leni and Brooke to pave the way to AWE06. Leni grabbed Billie’s hand to pull her up, and together, the group kicked open the door to pools of blood and sobs from both the Cretins and Wankers.
Tom looked up rapidly, eyes locking onto Leni’s. The pair made brief eye contact before Leni quivered and ran out of the room. Tom snapped out of his daze just in time to see Rhys’ blue face turn purple with rage, lurching towards Onyx, who placed a foot on his chest and smirked.
“You’re a cunt, Rhys. Good fucking riddance!” They lifted the nearest weight to hand and brought it down brutally upon Rhys’ face. His cracking skull was audible to all.
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Set 8 Volleyball
Fiksi Penggemar**THIS WILL NEVER BE COMPLETED** The Wonderfry's Guys are devastated that the COVID-19 pandemic renders Year 11 the only year still in school. Even worse, they're locked in together, the teachers cannot leave quick enough and the adolescents are mur...
