{Latin ^ Meaning - Run n Sight} Tuesday, February 8th 2011 {Day 31}
AU Note 1: English Definition is in Parathensis and Italicized.
AU Note 2: When doing smut... Reality is Italicized, and In their mind is Bold and Italicized.
AU Note 3: Their handwriting is in Alegreya SC {Normal}. And notes are in Nanum Brush Script.
AU Note 4: Spellbook-Grimore is in Astloch, Bold, and Italicized.
{Words: 2808}
Late at night, inside Beacon Hill High School, Mr. Harris wraps up his task of tidying up the chemical supplies, the evening darkness casting shadows through the classroom windows. With an audible sigh of frustration, he shuts the supply cabinet, clearly indicating a challenging day.
As Harris prepares to stow his notepad in his briefcase, he notices something peculiar - a crumpled piece of paper. His head tilts, a perplexed expression crossing his face, as he directs his gaze towards it. Upon closer inspection, he discovers a list of names and addresses meticulously penned on the page.
David M. Harris is the first, with his name and address crossed out.
Lionel B. Harris comes in second. Also crossed off.
Grant S. Harris, Thomas M. Harris, and so forth until, near the bottom, Adrian R. Harris' name is the only one that hasn't been crossed out.
Professor Adrian R. Harris's nameplate adorns his desk, and he cautiously lowers his gaze from it. He swiftly scans the open doorway leading to the hallway, the school's dimness enveloping him in silence.
Without wasting a moment, Harris deftly folds the paper and carefully tucks it into his briefcase. Just as he starts to move towards the door, a sudden unease washes over him, freezing him in place.
He holds his breath, immobile and alert, his senses heightened...
"Please don't kill me," Mr. Harris pleads in a voice filled with trembling fear.
A silhouetted figure subtly shifts within the shadows behind Harris. Its voice possesses an eerie whisper-like quality when it speaks. "Do you have any knowledge of the individual who composed that list?"
Harris remains silent, his heart pounding. The figure takes a step forward. "Answer me."
Beads of sweat form on Harris' forehead as he stammers in his response. "L-Laura... Laura Hale."
The voice exudes confidence. "And do you comprehend why she was searching for you?"
Harris shakes his head, struggling to catch his breath, consumed by terror.
There's a trace of anger in the voice as it continues. "I know why. Turn around, Adrian. Turn around, and I will show you."
Paralyzed by fear, Harris remains frozen in place, unable to move despite the growing terror. The silhouette behind him grows larger, elongating and contorting, accompanied by unsettling noises emanating from the shadows.
The voice reverberates throughout the classroom, filling the space with its haunting echo. "Turn around. And look at me. Look at what you've done."
Despite his trembling voice, Mr. Harris pleads, "No, please." He shuts his eyes tightly, vigorously shaking his head in denial.
As the table flips violently, crashing into the wall, despair consumes Mr. Harris, causing him to break down into uncontrollable sobs. "Oh, God—"
However, amidst the chaos, another voice, distinct and unfamiliar, startles him, jolting him out of his despair. Derek shouts urgently and loudly, "Get down!"
