They burst through the school doors, several other people closing the door behind them and locking it furiously. The people all gather around Z and X, looking them up and down. X slapped one of them across the head for trying to touch his face.
"What's up with these people? In fact, who ARE these people... Who are you... Who were THEY? What the hell is going on out here, this is meant to be a school!" Z exclaimed, looking to the girl who had helped them inside.
She had bright green hair, porcelain white skin and beautiful blue eyes. She wore jeans and a crop-top and red and white converse shoes.
She turned around to look at them until now she had been looking out a window in the door. She stepped up to Z and kissed him on the lips passionately, embracing him.
"You're cute, try not to die out here..." the girl answered, letting go of him and looking at X, who stepped back, taking Z with him.
"If you MUST know, this has been going on for a few months, we've been trapped in here, the majority of the staff and students. A group of men in strange clothes and with strange weapons stormed the campus and started taking hostages, they've taken 3 teachers and 3 students. We've been camped in here ever since..." The girl went on.
"What do they want?" Z asked
"We don't know, we can't get close enough to ask." Piped up a girl in the back.
"Well, there has to be a connection between the hostages. Something they all have in common." X added
"The only connection is that they were all in the same class. The three teachers who were taken were the three main teachers for English, Maths and Languages for that class, and the three students were each the lowest-performing student in the class." The girl answered again, looking from Z to X.
"Well, what can we do to help?" Z said, stepping forward, closer to the girl. The girl looked Z up and down, her frown which she had worn like a mask up until now, warping into a smile.
"We need supplies." the girl said, looking around the room. "We ran out a few days ago. We need food, water and a way of communicating. The phone's died a day after this begun. Come I'll show you the place. Everybody else, to your stations!" She barked, sending everyone else, including the teachers, running to different parts of the school, upstairs, into classrooms, some carrying things and some not.
The girl led them behind the main staircase and down another flight of stairs into a dank basement which was lit only by a torch which was framed artistically into the wall.
In the room, there were a variety of different pieces of furniture. In the middle however was a large pool table, the balls were on the other side of the room in a plastic bag, Z could now see.
On the pool table, there were blueprints of the school, four by Z's count. As well as small pictures of the missing students and teachers.
The girl put her hands on the table, leaning over it, pointing to one blueprint.
"This is the upper floor. Up here is classroom 2A, 2B and 2C, across the hall are 3A, 3B and 3C. 3B is the class the hostages were taken from, so we've cautioned them off for safety reasons." The girl explained, pointing to each different room as she said it.
"We need to get into that room, there may be a clue you lot missed," X added, interjecting into her rant.
"I assure you, there is nothing we've missed, we've searched every inch of that room. There is nothing." She rejected.
X looked at Z and smiled playfully. Both of their eyes changed colour from their usual green to bright purple.
"Maybe you need another pair of eyes?" Z laughed, watching her eyes widen. She stepped back, holding her left hand to her belt, where she fiddled with the trigger of a gun.
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Tales of the Oracli - (almost) COMPLETE EDITION
Science FictionI was writing this book for many years and have since decided to turn the series and all my plans for it into a comic series. As such, I have decided to publish all the work I had done on this story for the world to see. I hope everyone enjoys!
