The Class on Calculator Lane

Chapter 2: Death Awaits You

Alex met the group's gaze. He saw his dead body on the floor. Blood now soaking into the spongy carpet. His face grew expressionless. Everyone else narrowed their eyes scratching their heads. There was no response. The only sign being a long-lasting death stare at himself.

"This must be a dream. That's the only reasonable explanation," he finally muttered," will someone do the honors in slapping me?"

Rachael gladly volunteered with a smug expression on her face. She swung her arm behind her back. Smack, her mouth opened wide as her teeth gritted against one another. She squeezed onto her hand while a painful smile crinkled her cheeks.

"God Alex, get some meat on your bones! God, it's like he has a pure skull for a face," she shoved her hand into her pant pocket.

Suddenly, the floor trembled. Several vibrations echoed. Thump, thump, thump! The sound of half a dozen boots clamped the wooden floor. Clamp, clamp, clamp! The door busted down in one thunderous thud.

"Put your hands up!" The cops shouted. The entire force was dressed in black bulletproof vests and biker sort of helmets with a clear, plastic flap covering the majority of their face. Their guns held firmly in both hands pointing straight at the group.

Priya shouted," We didn't kill him! It was there when we opened the closet! I promise!" The coordinator, as well as the man at the desk, joined the force.

"They're telling the truth. If you want proof, I've been watching them all this time. It was there," the force lowered their guns while the geeks lowered their arms. Both embedded against their hips. One officer took off his helmet. Nico's eyes widened hysterically as their eyes met one another.

"Guys, go home! There's nothing to see here," Officer Patton mentioned. They opened a pathway for them to get out. A CSI dressed in a long, white lab coat, black rubbery gloves carried a suitcase. They passed the CSI and walked back to the main lobby where they first started. Each of them roamed their eyes amongst the group.

Mahala questioned," Wait, where is Priya?"

Priya lied under the bed. Strands of hair popping out of her ponytail. She pulled out her phone and pressed the record button chiming in on their conversation.

The CSI rested the suitcase on the floor and mentioned," From the looks of it, the blood is nearly dried, so it must've happened several hours ago. With this being a metal surface, there should be latent fingerprints," the woman pulled out a powdered substance along with a magnet. Priya zoomed in on the blade. The powder is evenly distributed from the magnetic charge," there aren't any fingerprints. Hmm... I'll call the ME."

"Alright, thank you, Barry," he faced the coordinator and asked," may I ask you a few questions?" she nodded," aren't you supposed to be watching anyone who does an escape room?"

"Yes."

Patton continued," And you're the one that cleaned the room up between groups?"

"Yes."

"Would you be kind enough to show us the security cameras?" She nodded while escorting the force to the back of the building. The CSI picked up her suitcase and exited the room. One officer pulled out a roll of yellow tape zigzagging it from side to side. Priya pinched her lips together banging her fist on the floor. She stopped the recording just as she received a message from the group chat.

Mahala: Where the hell did you go Priya?

Priya: I'm under the bed. I can't get out! PLEASE HELP!

Luke: G-FORCE TO THE RESCUE!

The entire gang quickly sped down the hall. Morgan watched for anyone at the back. Mahala straightened her hands, her fingers stuck together like glue.