Son of A Predator (On Hold)

Once Upon A Jump

They could still hear the creature's screams and angered wails as they approached the door opposite the previous one.

This one, like all the others they had encountered, had no plaque next to the door, just a number above the frame.
Number 663.

"No plaque, just like the others," voiced Tony, "you guys think this last room was somewhat special?" He asks, pointing his thumb behind his back and towards the door, wincing slightly as he hears yet another thump, signalling the creature trying to escape.

"It seemed similar to all the others," answered Connor.

"If you'd call that goddamned demon similar," muttered Oliver softly, soft enough so that no one would hear.

Connor shrugs his shoulders and opens yet another door, waiting for what might greet them next.

He seemed to have taken the roll of the leader, somehow. He didn't intend to, but he thought it'd be necessary to have someone who'd be able to keep calm even at the hardest of times. Especially since he was slowly seeing his friends slowly lose touch of reality.

As they filed inside, yet another dusty and splintered classroom, they immediately noticed the ancient air that seemed to gloom inside the it.

The teacher's desk was situated opposite them, facing the door from which they had just walked in from.
On the right wall was another blackboard, scratch marks and words written with chalk decorating its surface.
To their left were all the student's desks, old and forgotten. Some even flipped and fallen on the floor.
A wall completely covered by a large wooden shelf filled with books decorated the back of the classroom. Their spines were of dark colours, their covers covered in dust and they were of different sizes and textures.
Right at the front the classroom sat a globe on a small wooden stand. It's hinges were brown and rusted from years of moisture and abandonment.

They separated again, each continuing their searches.

Oliver, being the least capable at the moment, limped to the globe.
Adam went straight to the desks, the scratching on them seemed to have fascinated him.
Connor went to the back to inspect the shelves of books to try an find a clue though it was unlikely.
Brooke went to the teacher's desk, along with Tony who trailed slightly behind her, finding nowhere else to go.
And so they searched in silence.

Oliver stared at the globe hesitantly before placing his palms on its faded surface.
I freaking blow on it and it turns to dust.
He starts turning it slowly, trying not to make too much noise as the globe squeaked and grunted.

Adam looked upon the desks, running his finger over the relief made by the scratches on the once smooth surface.
He traces the scratches, now used to seeing the single word carved repeatedly on most of the desks he had encountered.
Run.

Connor gazes at the books, looking at the deteriorated leather and old spider webs that adorned their covers.
He shivers as his eyes focus on a large spider with scrawny legs resting upon its web, feeling as if it were staring right at him.
He reads over the titles of various books, most written in a golden, cursive font.
Viking legends.
Thucydides.
The Decline and Fall of The Roman Empire.