Split

Chapter 1 - Something Spooky

'...' Mental conversation or thoughts

"..." Physical conversation or spoken speech

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A sigh sounded through my mind, Angel's boredom evident. Not that I blame her, the Professor WAS trying to turn the students into brain dead zombies. I blame Maximus (he told me to take the photography course). Photography wasn't bad, it was actually fun but why do I need to be taught something that comes as naturally as breathing to me? Angel didn't get it either. It was just a case of seeing through the lens and capturing the beauty that's there.

'You're starting to get sappy Emmet,' Angel remarked, having enough of the Professor's lecture on trespassing. I felt her shift uneasily in my head. Humming thoughtfully, I imagined poking her, my lips tugging up at the corners as she snorted.

'Don't blame me for having passion Angel. Humans have hobbies and passions and I need to at least act normal around others lest they stick us in a mental hospital!' I replied, mentally of course. Don't need the other students thinking that the Professor succeeded in his quest to rid the human population of it's youth by driving them into insanity. It's true of course but he doesn't need to know that.

'Hmph. Why is that guy staring at us so suspiciously?' she diverted, guiding my eyes to the guy two rows up on my left. Huh. He was staring at us but I can't fathom why. Angel remained silent as she observed the guy. I'm surprised she saw him considering she can only see through my eyes and he's behind me. I took a second to discreetly observe him like she was. Taller than me (not that that's hard) with a muscled, but not overly so, build. He's probably in one of the sports classes that the university offer. Tousled brunet hair with WICKED sideburns adorned his head. His eyes were ringed with dark circles but his eyes were bright and alert even with the Professor's monotone lecture. He had a worn tan jacket and grey army pants tucked into black, laced boots. Pretty cute in my opinion but he seems entirely too focused on us, much to our discomfort.

Actually, he seems to be staring at someone just past us now that I'm following his eyesight. My eyes land on Abigail Parks. She was a plain girl, just blending in with the rest of the students. Rich girl. Nineteen and still lives with her parents and younger sister. Her boyfriend went missing a week ago as well as seven other students. She had acceptable grades and she had a group of friends that she hung out with. She was shy and seemed disinterested in things that don't affect her. Overall, she didn't seem like someone that needed to be stared at so suspiciously, especially since anyone could read her like an open book. Well, we could.

Maybe she pissed him off or something?

I shifted our gaze back to the guy with a raised eyebrow but he wasn't looking at her anymore. He had turned to talk to his partner, who had a bright orange hoodie pulled up over his head. That thing burned our blue eyes. I think their names were Tim and Brian but I've heard them call each other something different. They tended to keep to their little group when at the university, giving anyone who tried to approach the cold shoulder. Yeah, they were a bit anti-social.

'They're both staring directly at us now,' Angel remarked, sounding on edge. I could understand her though, I could practically feel their curiosity pointed at us. I glanced at them, catching their eye. Angel was right, they WERE staring. And it was creepy. I held their gazes for a full minute before raising my eyebrows. I was pulled from the staring contest by the bell ringing, signalling the end of the mind breaking lecture. I quickly packed up all my notes before departing, ignoring the footsteps that echoed my own.

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Heaving my bag more securely onto my shoulder as I walked towards my dorm, students casual chatter filling the muggy afternoon air, the grey blanket above promising a storm later giving a static charge that made me ache. Angel shifted restlessly, wanting to be out for a bit. Her whining was starting to get louder as the crowds around dispersed until we were just walking alone, the other students heading towards the canteen, library, gym or fields.