Unstoppable: Revitalized

-13-

I just realised, Liam could be dead. I didn't hold back. I could've easily just killed him. No, he was breathing, I'm sure of it. I'm just panicking. Overthinking it. Yeah, that's all it is. I'm overthinking it. Sure, there was a lot of blood, and he closed his eyes, but he's not dead. I'm sixteen, I can't be a killer! I have the rest of my life!

Turning through another set of doors, I started to run down a long corridor, trying to find a room that was empty. A few teachers scattered miscellaneously through the area eyed me up menacingly, as if they wanted to snap their jaws at me. A few even came to their doors to see what I was doing. I didn't get stopped through, I was moving too quickly to be. Getting to the end of the hallway, my eyes caught a door it liked: One that was completely dark, with scratches across the handle and mesh lining the glass. The door itself looked centuries old: Chipped at the bottom, with cracks running along it's frame, looking like knocking on it would cause it to fall off. No one really entered here, and even when kids tried, the metal lock on the handle stopped them. Even knocking it did nothing, it simply continued to stand strong against it all. It was never used, no one ever went in, it was one of the biggest mysteries of the school. Yet, no lock currently sat on it. The handle gleamed, begging me to open it.

I'm sure someone's in there with a blunt, or racking up a line, but I'm sure they'd appreciate the company.

I took a look back, not seeing Callum, and thought about heading home, and just packing a bag and running, but a second thought popped into my head: What if The Boss was called? There'd be someone at home. I had no choice: I had to hide currently, I had to stick to the plan. I creaked the handle, hearing it whine against it's movement, before the door opened, revealing pure, pitch darkness inside.

Perfect.

I stepped inside, closing the door and sighing. I realised that I could still see through the window, even if no one could see in. The light didn't even penetrate the thick darkness I found myself in as I watched a few students walk past, all of them having horrified expressions and ranting madly about what they'd seen. Then came the one I was looking for, who sped right past everyone, sweat trailing behind him as he ran through the doors, a few students shouting after him. Feeling a small sense of relief, I collapsed against the door, taking deep, heavy breaths for a while, oxygen gratefully flowing through my body. It took me a while to find my strength, but once I did, I found my feet, looking into the pitch darkness, I pulled out my phone, hitting the torch to try and figure out my situation, before realising all it seemed to illuminate was a hand distance away. Using this, I found a wall, hugging it until I found a light switch. I flicked it, expecting bright light to wash out the area, but got nothing. I flicked it off, then on, then off, then on again, and still found nothing.

I mean, should I be surprised? The school can barely afford itself as it is, so why would it keep up with a room they don't use?

"Damn." I said, under my breathing, trying to quell the panic and fear I now felt run through me. I put my phone back, and held my hands out, still amazed at how well this place seemed to claim light. The darkness, my blindfold, was still refusing to move from my body as I started to walk forward, trying to distract myself from the pit of anxiety slowly rising in my stomach. As I was doing this, I heard another pair of feet shuffle around me, trying to muffle themselves as much as possible. I held my breath, trying to find a direction, and heard sharp breathing near me, a lot closer than I'd like.

Either that's an animal, or a person. And I'm not sure which one I prefer.

Another short shuffle, this time behind me, practically breathing down my neck. I froze, knowing we both worked on sound at this point. It was pitch black here, and I'd hardly been quiet coming in here. Everything went dead quiet, as if the world itself went deaf, before a hand suddenly clamped itself round my throat, before moving up to my mouth, covering it as I yelped and tried to push back. They persisted, keeping me close as I felt something move up to my ear, a cold, sharp object pushed tightly against my spine.

"Move, and I'll kill you."

A feminine, British voice broke through the silence as they kept the weapon but moved their arm, spinning me around. I couldn't make out a single feature, but the sharp tool now sat between my ribs, the pressure building by the second.

"Who the hell are you?!" I asked her, my body following orders and staying deathly still.

"That's not important. Who are you, and how did you get in here?" She seemed to slowly drag the blade up, holding it sideways against my throat, my Adam's apple pushing against it.

"L-look, there's no need for a weapon. I'm Adam, and I ran in here because, well... The door was open. You know you can go to jail for this, right?" I moved an arm towards whatever was fixed to my neck, but it pushed, threatening to break through the skin, and they fell back down.

"Adam? As in, the boy Callum's looking for? You're here? Why? No, you need to go." Her own fear crept into her tone as she lowered the knife, keeping it back with her. "You need to get out of here, and now. If Callum, or my boss finds you in here, we're dead."

News travels quick around here. Either that, or he was already looking for me. Both of those situations? Not good.

"Please, I- I can't. He'll kill me. Please, let me hide here. He won't find me here. I won't say anything, I promise. I'll leave-"

"You'll leave. Now." She started to push me towards the door, her blade coming out and prodding me whenever I fought against her. Just as she got me in front of the door, I saw a shadow cloud over it, causing her to pull me into her, keeping me quiet.

"She's here. Shit."