The Man in Charge sent me to Oakland, home to the University of Pittsburgh. A pleasantly sized recreational area led to the magnificent structure stretching toward the sky. Rectangles jutted out of the building like carefully chiseled foot holds on a rock climbing wall. I ascended upon the right side of the double staircase and basked in midday sun. I watched as people entered through the large pieces of glass joined together in the middle. I inhaled sharply. Unsure on how to approach the contraption, I stood awkwardly in the middle of the walkway. Sooner or later someone prodded me in the back.
"Hey, are you lost?"
"Uh."
"I know a newbie when I see one. Let me show you around, join the tour."
I glanced at my newly purchased Pitt t-shirt and followed suit. Thin lines spread out of intricately designed pillars and came together on the ceiling forming an x shape. The tour guide led the group into the various classrooms and eventually back toward the gift shop. I stumbled upon a plaque as the tour came to an end.
"In memory of Wallace Landon," I read aloud.
"Some crazy guy in the woods murdered him. I'm surprised you didn't hear about it," a voice said from behind me. "Mr. Landon was one of the best literature teachers Pitt has every had."
I was too late. Another one of my kind was brutally murdered by the sadistic man who killed my family. Wallace Landon is dead because I didn't finish what I started. I didn't "un alive"him. I clenched my fists.
"That's terrible."
"Yeah, I don't know Wally very well, but I learned so much from Mr. Landon...It's just really hard to grasp that he's gone."
I nodded and shifted my focus to the tour guide once again. It's only a matter of time before he goes after Wally too.
A/N: Hey guys! Above is a pic of the Cathedral of Learning in Pittsburgh.
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