Son of A Predator (On Hold)

Lullabies

They were all frozen. Chills ran down their spines as fear consumed their bodies, their minds. Too much. This was too much. Too much. This was too much.
The chant replayed itself over and over in each of their minds, blocking any other thoughts or ideas from surfacing.

"I need to get out of here," Aurora whimpered, walking backwards slowly and looking at everyone, her eyes frantic and wide.

"What are you doi-" Aurora started running down the hallway, blocking her ears as the creatures inside the lockers shrieked excitedly.
"Aurora! STOP!" Sarah shouted, shoving her way towards her, before Connor grabbed her wrist and shook his head sadly.

"Let her go. We'll find her later," he said, looking at Aurora's quickly fading figure.

"Rori?" Sarah whispered, a solitary tear sliding down her cheek and falling onto the tiles.

Oliver went to hold Sarah, but she pushed him away with shut eyes, shaking her head as more tears spilled down her cheeks.
She took in a deep breath and straightened up, she wiped the tears away and started walking down the hall.

"Where are you going?" Brooke asked, staring at her with wide, doe-like eyes. She was scared.
They all were.

Sarah continued down the hall, not even glancing back as she said, "I'm finding my way out of this hell-hole. Can't you see it? This is obviously a stupid game. Doesn't it all seem too coincidental to you? Some bastard thinks it's hilarious to play with us and watch us suffer. Frankly, that's not fine with me."

Connor nodded his head and began walking after Sarah, "As much as I'd like to deny it, she's right."

As they made their way down the hall, they slowed downed simultaneously, looking at each other.

"Let's gather all the information we have now and create a plan, shall we?" Sarah asked to no one in particular.

They nodded and Oliver began speaking, "Okay, so our first clue was the piece of paper with the tree, the star and the arrow facing down. We found that in room 656."

"That lead us to the art classroom, room 657, in which we found the painting and the chest. We got the note there, the key and the name tag," Brooke then continued, biting her lip as she remember the drawing of the boy.

"That then lead us to that damned janitor's closet. I read room 658, even though I doubt you can call that an actual room," Sarah nodded, finishing her sentence off with a cringe.

"What did we find there?" Adam asked softly. He was scared, terrified. He didn't like not knowing. It made him feel weak, useless, vulnerable.

"The writings on the wall. It looked as if it was a song of some sort," Connor finalized.

"A really messed up song," Tony muttered under his breath.

Brooke glanced at Tony out the corner of her eye. He had been very quiet these past few events, which was unlikely of him. He always spoke his mind, whether what he said was intelligent or not, was uncertain.
Something's off.

"In a way, this means our next classroom should be related to music, or at least has something to do with it. All the clues seemed to lead up to each other," Connor continued.