"A man once told me that even the darkest of times can be a gift... When in Reality, they strengthen us for a better tomorrow."
- UNKNOWN TO US
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"What do you mean that 'She's in the Infirmary?'" exclaimed Nico.
"Apparently, she fainted in the middle of class." replied Chris. He shut the locker, which creaked as it did do.
"Are we even sure she's going to be okay?"
"Yes..." said Yugo as he walked briskly past them.
"How so?" inquired Nico, speeding up his pace to catch up to the former.
"She is..." he hesitated, "Who she is. We know there's a reason. Something had to have happened." he scratched the nape of his neck.
"From what I've heard from Travis," Chris started, "Was that something nothing less than a spectacle of pure questionability."
"Is that even a word?" Nico snickered. Chris glared at him.
The trio then nodded. Their footsteps echoed throughout the hallway. "I'll see how she's doing." Yugo broke the silence.
"Okay then," replied Chris right away, not allowing Nico to put out any rebuts, "Let's go Nico." He put a hand on his shoulder.
"Okay I guess." Nico muttered, walking away with Chris towards their classrooms.
Yugo sighed, and pulled out his phone. 'What did she mean with her slightly cryptic message?' he thought.
He wandered down the hallway, his footsteps echoing throughout the dimly-lit hallway.
It took a while until he had found the infamous blood red door, marked with a white splatter, remnants of a failed paint bucket prank. Near the top, marked in bold, black paint, letters that spelled "INFIRMARY" were spelled across the width of the door, barely missing the window. Heaving a long, heavy sigh, he hesitantly reached out for the slightly rusty doorknob. He exhaled, and twisted the golden bulb and pushed the door open slowly.
He walked inside the room.
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"What do you mean 'It's begun' Master?" said a raspy voice. The speaker seemed old and worn-out. His arm had reached out to the black-clad hooded figure, but he stopped reaching out to his said "Master".
"I can feel it... The growth of It in the last..." said the black-clad figure, standing up from a stony pedestal.
"But how? I thought that they all died..."
"Don't question me... I feel it... Those Brats from six years ago..."
"Did they..."
"Yes... They are beginning to be able to use Good ol' Jean's Creation..." The raspy-voiced figure could tell that his master was smiling, and he brought back his wiry arm and winced as he had done so.
"What shall I do?"
"Use it. And DON'T MESS UP."
"Yes......" The figure bowed down and walked away.
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Never, in her life did she ever think that she'd one day, eventually want to go back into a dream.
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Hunted Down Volume 1
General Fiction"If you could control ONE thing in the entire world, and people would pursue you, what would do?" -UNKNOWN TO US These words will mean a lot to a group of 10-year olds. These children, of different backgrounds, all have one thing in common: They all...
