The Teacher Games: Unleash the Ice

Prologue

It was just a normal day of class, fretting over exams and trying not to fall asleep in class until Science came along. Our class remained its typical demeanour, laughing at Marcus's dirty jokes, screaming at each other and causing chaos. That is, until our teacher, Mr. Harold Ice, had had enough.

We watched his face flush to an angry purplish red, and his fists clenched tighter and tighter until the knuckles turned white. The (not very many) hairs on his head seemed to rise with every sentence he heard. Eventually, it was enough for him and he bellowed like a madman:

"You know what, that's ENOUGH! You disrespectful 3 year olds don't know the perspective of a teacher and the pains of being one! This will be scarring. Prepare for some...fire!"

He threw a test tube full of a suspicious tone of black liquid onto the floor, shattering the test tube instantly. The unknown substance pooled on the floor. He turned on the gas and lighted the Bunsen Burner. By now, our class had realised what was going to happen and was frozen in terror as he swept the flame across the floor, and a wall of flame instantly arose. 

Our class burst into chaos. There were people scrambling their way up tables, people backing against the windows, you name it. The fire was spreading at an abnormal speed, and by abnormal, I meant fast. Clothing was lighting on fire, hair was burning, and the safe area was getting smaller and smaller. Mr. Ice continued to throw everything from his desk at us. Within a minute, all the students were covered in scratches from the debris, including me.

Still, it wasn't over. Mr. Ice loosed a barbaric cry and swept out a dozen Swiss Army knives from nowhere. He glared at us, the rims of his bloodshot eyes glowing with red, his face livid with rage, anger and hatred. 

Unfortunately, Mia was the closest one to him, and was stabbed by one of the knives. She doubled over and clutched her wound in agony. Marcus frantically tried to staunch the flow of blood, but to no avail, and Mia's eyes rolled back into her head just as she collapsed.

The smoke from the fire was getting to my senses, and I was struggling to see through my squinting, watery eyes. My nose felt like it had been stuffed with pepper, and I realized with horror that my breathing wasn't as steady as I'd hoped it to be. Looking across the room, I could see my mortification, dismay and dread reflected in my companions' eyes as their senses were failing as well.

Meghan practically ripped the entire stack of paper napkins from the dispenser. "Quick, evacuate!"

Mr. Ice smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent nausea roiling in my gut. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere." He threw a knife at the girl, which missed her by an inch and shattered the glass door. She screamed so loudly I was surprised no one from the other classes came over to see if we were okay.

Everyone made a beeline for the door, and I followed, being the first to make it out over the trampling, shoving and crawling. Meanwhile, Mr. Ice threw a few more knives, and they met their targets. I started to suspect he was a trained assassin as we burst out into the hall, running in different directions, some people limping with knives in their legs, some with knives jutting from their arms.

Rika, Layla, Aurora, Autumn, Connor, Jordan, Nicholas and I all burst into Ms. Topaz's classroom, the nearest one, panting.

"Ms. Topaz, help us!" I breathed, bracing my hands on my knees to keep myself upright.

"And then the oesophagus- Hey, what are you guys doing here?" Her hazel eyes were full of concern and horror as she looked us over.

"Hi Kara!" bubbled Daphne from the corner of the room, and it took all my willpower not to facepalm. She peered over the heads, trying to spot me. Our eyes met as hers widened and she gasped.