Girl from Parallel universe -Part 1

9 | Are you alright

*After the Dance Practice was Over*

Grace took the piece of paper, feeling a curious mix of anticipation and apprehension. As she unfolded it, the other girls in the room leaned in, their eyes filled with mischief and curiosity.

With a bemused smile, Grace scanned the contents of the note. It was written in a messy handwriting, the words scrawled hastily as if the writer had been in a hurry or perhaps lacked the finesse of a more experienced hand.

The note read: "Come to the gym as soon as possible. Someone is waiting for you. ~Unknown"

Grace's brow furrowed slightly as she tried to decipher the message. It was cryptic, to say the least. Who could be waiting for her in the gym? And why the air of urgency?

"It's not a love letter," Grace announced, her tone tinged with amusement as she folded the paper and tucked it into her bag. "You can leave her now," she added with a playful wink, dismissing the lingering curiosity of the other girls.

With that, Grace rose from her seat, shouldering her bag as she prepared to make her way to the gym. The mystery of the note lingered in her mind, but she pushed aside any apprehension, her curiosity piqued by the unknown encounter that awaited her.

Grace's heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and determination as she stepped into the dimly lit gymnasium. The weight of the ominous message from the note still hung in the air, but she refused to let fear consume her.

As she scanned the room, her eyes darting from shadow to shadow, Grace's instincts kicked in. She moved with a fluid grace, her senses heightened, ready for whatever awaited her.

Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, a rush of movement accompanied by hostile intent. Reacting instinctively, Grace whirled around, her reflexes honed by years of dance training.

With lightning speed, she seized the hand of one of her assailants, using their momentum against them to send them staggering backward. In one swift motion, she pivoted, delivering a swift kick to another assailant who had moved in from her right.

The gym echoed with gasps of surprise as Grace's swift and decisive movements left her would-be attackers momentarily stunned. Without hesitation, she spotted a wooden rod nearby and snatched it up, ready to defend herself if necessary.

But as she stood poised and ready, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of her unseen adversary, Grace couldn't help but smile to herself. Despite the threat that loomed in the shadows, she felt a sense of calm determination wash over her.

She may not have known who her enemy was or what their motives were, but one thing was certain—Grace Wargrave was not one to back down from a challenge. With every fiber of her being, she was prepared to face whatever lay ahead, ready to fight with all the strength and resilience she possessed.

Her moves are inhuman, she can't be real , she is not like us , she is not like a human

As the chaos of the moment unfolded, Grace's instincts told her that something wasn't right. Despite the flurry of activity around her, a sense of unease crept into her mind.

In a split second decision, she made the conscious choice to let go of the wooden rod and cease her own defensive actions. Instead of fighting solely for herself, she chose to prioritize the safety of those around her.

But before she could fully process her decision, a lunch tray collided with her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Stunned, she doubled over, momentarily vulnerable to the attack.

Before she could regain her footing, a wooden rod came crashing down on her head with a sickening thud. The force of the blow sent shockwaves of pain radiating through her skull, and suddenly everything went black.

In that moment of darkness, time seemed to stand still. The cacophony of the gym faded away, replaced by an eerie silence. Grace's mind swirled with confusion and disorientation as she struggled to make sense of what had just happened.

But even as she grappled with the pain and uncertainty, a fierce determination burned within her. She refused to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume her. With every ounce of strength she could muster, Grace fought to cling to consciousness, her willpower serving as a beacon of hope in the face of adversity.

As the darkness threatened to overwhelm her, Grace clung to the flicker of light that remained within her. Though battered and bruised, she refused to let go, determined to emerge from the shadows stronger than ever before.

**

As Hazel struggled to catch her breath, the hand around her neck tightened, cutting off her air supply. Panic surged through her as she felt herself suffocating, her vision blurring at the edges.

The voice behind her was chilling, sending a cold shiver down her spine. With each word, Hazel's fear intensified, realizing that she was at the mercy of someone far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.

Her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as the person behind her clenched their fist, forcing her to sit down in a chair. Hazel's heart pounded in her chest as she watched in horror, the reality of her situation sinking in.

"Grace, Grace please show some mercy," Hazel begged, her voice trembling with fear. But amidst the chaos and violence unfolding around her, her cries went unanswered, lost in the turmoil of the moment.

Meanwhile, the sound of the ongoing struggle echoed in the background as Grace fought tirelessly against her assailants. With each strike, she proved herself to be a force to be reckoned with, her determination unwavering in the face of adversity.

But amidst the chaos, one figure remained conspicuously absent – Olivia. While the others fought for their lives, she watched from the sidelines, a passive observer to the violence unfolding before her.

As the dust settled and the aftermath of the confrontation became clear, Hazel found herself still sitting in shock, unable to process the events that had transpired. The sight of the bodies strewn across the floor served as a stark reminder of the danger that lurked within their midst, leaving Hazel with a sense of unease that would linger long after the chaos had subsided.

She was unconscious a minute ago , she suddenly woke up and started beating everyone. That person came in , but from where ? How? Why? She is not normal.

Grace froze for a moment, her laughter fading as she registered the deep, chilling voice behind her. Slowly, she turned to face the person who had approached her, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Standing there was Mr. Andrews, the school's headmaster, his expression stern yet concerned. Grace's mind raced as she tried to gauge his intentions, unsure of how he would react to the chaos that had unfolded in the gym.

"I'm fine, Mr. Andrews," Grace replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her. "Just a few scratches and bruises, nothing serious."

Mr. Andrews nodded, his gaze lingering on Grace for a moment longer before he turned his attention to Kai, who was still gathering the scattered balls.

"Thank you for your quick thinking, Kai," Mr. Andrews said, his tone grave yet appreciative. "You may have prevented a much worse outcome today."

Kai nodded, a sense of relief washing over him as he realized that Grace was safe. He continued to collect the balls, his mind still reeling from the events that had transpired.

As Mr. Andrews turned to leave, Grace couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle over her. Despite his outward show of concern, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his presence here than met the eye.

With a final nod of acknowledgment, Mr. Andrews disappeared through the gym doors, leaving Grace and Kai to contend with the aftermath of the confrontation on their own.