Son of A Predator (On Hold)

Douleur

The now smaller group of teenagers left the room as it was, only adding another reddish-brown stain to the collection of many others.

They crossed the hall diagonally again, coming face to face with yet another door. This one was numbered 662, and beside it was a plaque, the only letters visible spelled 'Mr. Dolr'.

"Had there always been plaques next to the doors?" Tony asked, not having noticed this before.

"Not that I remember..." Connor said.

"Maybe we're getting closer to the exit?" Adam piped in quietly, his constant silence broken for once.

Oliver looks at him and smirks slightly, "So he speaks."

Adam rolls his eyes and crosses his arms self consciously, looking at the plaque.

"Anyways, we should head inside, maybe we'll find another clue," Connor says before pressing down on the handle and pushing the door open, its years evident as the wood squeaks and splinters.

The room they walk into is identical to all the others; dusty, old and abandoned.
In this one, the walls are lined with words and rules which seemed to be written in French.

"They taught French in schools back then?" Tony asked, breaking the silence yet again.

Sarah sniffed, her nose still runny from earlier events and looked around, nodding, "Sure seems like it."

They filed inside, separating once there was enough room, and beginning their individual searches.
Their eyes held determination, each knowing exactly what they needed to find.
A clue.
Something told them that it would be in here.

"Pain..." muttered Brooke, staring up puzzled at one of the posters on the wall.
The poster showed one word.
Douleur.

Connor looked at Brooke from the corner of his eye, seeing her talk to herself.
He questioned it and opened his mouth for a second, but then closed it and thought otherwise.
It'll be something common seeing his friends act like this after all the things that are happening, so it's better to accept it.

Adam scanned the old faded wood of the desks, eyeing the carvings and scratches on them, but noticing nothing different.

Oliver went through the books on the shelf near the teacher's desk, turning them upside down and letting the pages hang loosely in hopes of something falling out.

Oliver leaned against a window, sighing softly and running his fingers through his dirty dark brown hair.
Is this even real.
He scoffs and shakes his head, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

Sarah wanders around the back, running her finger over the text books, leaving a trail as she wipes off the dust that had collected over the years, but not understanding the meaning of the titles.

"Underground?" Brooke whispers to herself, looking to another poster identical to the one she had just seeing. This one read:
Souterrain.

Connor saw Brooke talk to herself again, now studying her closely as her eyebrows furrowed and her face changed into one of confusion.