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𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗦 & 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦 chapter twelve
As night enveloped the school, casting shadows along the walls of the empty hallways, Mr. Harris finished cleaning up the chemistry lab with a weary sigh. His day had been particularly draining, and he was eager to escape the echoing silence of the school. He reached for his notebook, about to place it in his briefcase, when his eye fell on a crumpled piece of paper on his desk. Brow furrowing, he picked it up, eyes skimming over the names and addresses scrawled across it. Each name bore a familiar pattern—David M. Harris, Lionel B. Harris, Grant S. Harris—all crossed off. At the bottom, one name remained uncrossed: Adrian R. Harris.
Mr. Harris stiffened, lowering the paper to stare at the nameplate on his desk. The dark emptiness of the hallway outside filled him with a sudden, chilling sense of vulnerability. His heartbeat quickened as he quickly folded the list, stuffing it deep into his briefcase. He turned to the door, but a strange feeling washed over him, a silent warning that he wasn't alone. Pausing, he drew a shallow breath and whispered, "Please, don't kill me."
A shadow shifted in the darkness behind him, barely visible but unsettling in its presence. A whispery voice slithered from the shadows, its tone menacing and otherworldly. "Do you know who wrote that list?"
Harris swallowed hard, frozen with fear as the figure took a step closer. He barely found his voice to reply. "Laura... Laura Hale."
"Do you know why she was looking for you?" the voice asked, laced with malice. Harris shook his head, too terrified to speak. As the figure moved closer, its shape seemed to warp and change, growing larger and more monstrous. The strange voice cut through his fear, insistent. "Turn around, Adrian. Turn around and I'll show you."
Harris couldn't move, paralyzed by terror. His mind raced, and his breaths came in shallow gasps. "No. Please," he begged, shutting his eyes tightly.
"Look at me," the voice hissed. "Look at what you've done."
Suddenly, a table flipped over beside him, crashing into the wall and jolting Harris with a rush of pure panic. He pressed himself against the wall, his only thought to escape. But then another voice broke through, urgent and familiar. "Get down!" Derek Hale's voice called out, and before he could react, Derek was in front of him, grabbing his jacket and yanking him down as another table flew across the room.
