Bloodvale Academy

Chapter One: Holy Fuck Did I Just Go Through That Door?

Elise hurried up the ancient steps to the school entrance, disdainfully wearing her new uniform. Her parents had thrown out her black clothing and ripped jeans with joy, replacing them with the navy sweater, white button up, and khaki skirt of her new school, Bluffdale Prep. She walked through the normal entrance. Through it. She didn't even get a chance to open the large birchwood doors, she walked through them, looked down at her uniform, and instantly shuddered. She certainly didn't remember changing her white button up to a black one, or even her modest khaki skirt to a short, shredded black skirt. Her blue sweater even turned crimson. She was weary of this change, yet she cautiously welcomed it. She looked down the hall, not lit by bright, normal incandescent lights, but by bronze torches, giving a solemn, dark appearance to the empty black marble hall.

Elise hesitantly approached the bathroom at the end of the gloomy hall, recognizable only by the nearly scratched out male and female markers put near the two doors. She strode through the door yet again, shuddering as the seemingly solid wood passed through her. The restroom was lit by flickering lights, dimly highlighting the stalls that were decimated, and seemingly abandoned for decades. She cautiously stepped up to the nearest mirror, which she noticed was incredibly ornate for a school restroom. It was framed in gold, with almost unintelligible words at the bottom of the glimmering frame, caked in dust and dried blood. Elise wiped the grime away with her black sleeve, and read the inscription aloud.

Noli turbare speculo spiritum

Elise shook her head. Something about a spirit? Whatever.
Elise looked in the mirror after studying it, but instead of seeing kinky violet hair and pale skin, she was met with an image of a boy with dark red hair and dead grey eyes.

"Can't I get any damn privacy around here?" The reflection shouted with hostility, crawling through the smooth surface of the mirror.

Elise stumbled back a few feet in shock, and fell, slipping on strange blue goo haphazardly splattered all over the floor. She landed on the remains of a blown out mirror, screaming in pain as the glass carved her arm, while the boy began to giggle maliciously.

"Karma's a bitch!" He howled hysterically, walking back to the mirror

Elise couldn't retort, the pain was too great, and every struggling gasp made him laugh harder.

The reflection continued cackling as Elise walked back through the door to a crowded hallway, but it didn't make sense. The hall had been empty minutes earlier. She shook her head, and blamed all these strange hallucinations on blood loss.

Elise attempted to get a basic understanding of her situation by rushing into the crowd. She closed her eyes as she expected to get bruised and trampled by the seemingly large amount of people, but the barrage of crashing and bumping didn't happen. Elise opened her eyes, puzzled. The horde of students seemed to pass right through her, like she was not there. Elise also noted that these students were very transparent. That can't be right. First the doors, now this? Elise thought, astounded. She considered this for a few more moments before one of the students bumped into her, and she fell over, her face nearly hitting the ebony floor, until her arm was grabbed by someone unseen.

"Oh god, are you alright?"
Elise looked up from her near faceplant, expecting to slap a bitch, but instead met the concerned, very pale eyes of a concerned girl with grey skin. She was holding up Elise by her arm. This chick must be crazy strong.

"Yeah, I'm good," Elise affirmed.
The girl looked relieved, before looking down at Elise's ripped sleeve and slashed arm, only to freak again. This time, she looked conflicted about what to do with Elise's arm.