The Host of Hyperion

Chapter 6 - Kennedy

Just a heads up, for Kennedy's sisters writing, I will be using bold, italics, and underline. And the language being spoken is in Swedish, the last word being in Greek.

The sounds had gotten louder. They sounded sort of like calls mixed with screeches. They filled my ears  the next night, and when I tried to open the door, I found the door had been locked.

Before I knew it, daylight was streaming through our windows. I sat up, and looked around the room. My arms crawled with goosebumps and my heart was beating so quickly I could hear it in my ears. My instincts were vibrating, and my hands trembled with anticipation. Why did I feel this way?

"Hey, do you guys feel strange?" I asked the group at large while they were getting ready.

Elisabeth looked over at me, in the process of pulling up her hair.

"Maybe a little," she replied, securing the rubber band, "Did you guys hear the sounds last night, sounded louder-"

She broke off, her eyes widening with realization.

I was hit with it a second after. My brush hit the floor as I shot to my feet.

"What's up with you?" Sarah crossed her arms in front of her, an annoyed looking shadowing her face.

I didn't answer. My mind was racing madly, and my heart was pumping furiously. 

"Crikey... Oh hell no," my voice was hoarse.

Elisabeth stared at me in horror, and stumbled to grab her uniform quickly.

We both threw on our uniforms and hurled ourselves outside. I pulled my white leather gloves tighter on my palms.

"Leah!" Elisabeth gasped.

"I know!" I cried, "I know! Hurry!"

We sprinted down the corridor to Dorm B. I tried the knob with no avail.

Elisabeth slammed her fists hard into the door. It wouldn't budge.

"Damn!" I snarled, "Why won't this bloody thing-"

"Can I help you two?" 

It was the woman complaining about the students when I had suck into the dorm before. Her black frizzy hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her hawk-like face looked more like a vulture with tired bags under eyes.

"Yeah, you can," I said sharply before Eisabeth could stop me, "Why don't you tell me why my door was bloody locked last night? And why no one is answering this one?!"

The woman's hand shot out of the blue and connected her long, gloved fingers to my cheek, leaving a stinging red mark.  I shouted furiously, but Elisabeth threw her arms to stop me from pulverizing the stupid old hag.

"Students in the west wing," the maid huffed, her face flushed red with rage, "Such a lack of respect!"

"I'm sorry about my friend," Elisabeth said quickly, her arms struggling to hold me, "She didn't get any rest last night... because of studying."

The maid rolled her eyes and headed downstairs. I ripped her arm away from me, breathing so heavily it seemed like I'd faint.

"She followed us," Elisabeth murmured, "Like the teachers and the librarian."

"I don't care right now," I snarled, "I'm going to tear that bun right out of her-"

I was interrupted by Rachel Micah, who happened to be part of Leah's dorm, opened the door to head out. She stopped sharply to see both of us standing in front of her.