Alien Watch in a Monster School

The Medusa's Kiss

Friday: Present

Moka sadly trudged down the gloomy corridors of the academy towards the infirmary. She had been on the verge of tears for hours, only able to keep them back by the small amount of resolve that she had left. Clasping the Rosario in her hand, she quickened her pace.

Upon reaching the door, the vampire girl found herself hesitating, recoiling her hand from the handle. She didn't want to have to look at what was on the other side again. She felt her heart would break if she did. However, Moka knew this was something she had to do. Steeling herself, she opened the door and walked into the darkroom.

The room was devoid of life, not a moving soul inside. In the right corner of the room, a still figure was lying down on a bed. Moka approached the figure slowly, trying fruitlessly to keep back her tears.

What was strange about the occupant was that it was a stone statue. Its arms were positioned strangely. The right arm was frozen in place just above its chest, the fingers positioned as if it had been holding a small object loosely whilst the left arm was by the body's side but at a right angle as if holding another person's waist. Even stranger, the statue was wearing the male academy uniform.

The statue was extremely well crafted, not a detail had been left out. Each hair on the statue's head was incredibly well designed, making each lock look real. The statue appeared to have been designed with its eyes closed, giving the appearance it was sleeping. A smile was on the statue's face, adding to the peaceful look.

Moka sadly looked over the grey work of art, taking in all of its features. Slowly, she moved to sit down in a chair on the left-hand side of the bed. She remained there for a few minutes, silently staring at the statue before her eyes trailed down towards the statues left wrist where there was a black and green, futuristic, watch with an hourglass symbol on the face.

'Why?' Moka thought in misery. 'Why did this have to happen?'

XXX

Sunday: Six days earlier

"Bring it, Zack!"

"You're on, Bro!"

In a small alcove behind the Yokai dorms, Christian and Zack stood ten meters apart, both ready to fight. Both were dressed in tracksuit bottoms. Christian had a white, form-fitting t-shirt on whilst Zack wore a black tank top. Christian's bottoms were black with green stripes running up to the waist. Zack's bottoms were black with red flaming patterns around the legs.

The teens charged at each other, colliding in the middle where both attempted to swivel kick the other, missing each other by millimetres. Once they steadied themselves, Zack threw a punch at Christian's stomach attempting to wind him, however, the teen managed to block it and threw Zack's arm up, using the opportunity to push his opponent back. But Zack was too fast, bending backwards and used one arm perform a backflip, kicking out his legs at the same time, catching Christian's face. The wild-haired teen landed cleanly on his feet, already in another fighting stance. Christian, having recovered from the face attack, glared at his friend.

"Show off."

The other boy merely smirked in return. "Sore loser." He charged at Christian again. Zack was upon him in a second, throwing a variety of punches, jabs and kicks that put Christian on the defensive immediately.

"I. Thought. You. Were. Better. Than. This," Zack said between his attacks.

"Just. Biding. My time."

"For?"

"This!" Christian ducked underneath a high kick from Zack. He then spun on the ground, using his right leg to knock Zack's foot out from under him and knocking him to the ground. "Not so fun being the guy on the ground now is it?"