"Wait, what? There shouldn't be any students in the school except for..." He stops, realizing something. "You're those two students that were kept in the basemen..." He gets cut off by a deep voice yelling at use to hold it and loud footsteps our way.
Amy kicked the older guy in the groin and ran, Allen right next to her. They ran to a random exit and pushed. It didn't budge.
Allen swore in some other language, roman.
"It's jammed!" Allen angrily said.
"Oh my gods, i'll deal with it." Amy said, pushing Allen away from the lock and pulling out a wooden skewer, scraping away what seemed to be dried up mud. Allen thought it would be fine since that guy from earlier got in and was coming from this direction, but he was wrong about that.
Amy was scraping away, when the alarms went off and alot of security guards came waltz on over, but it was like time decided to slow down, because they were getting nowhere.
Allen swore again, still in roman. "These guy are so annoying, can't they just leave us alone?!"
"Of course they wouldn't leave us alone! Were trying to escape the school!"
Amy was of course, right. they were trying to escape... and luck just so happened to decide to leave them right at the crucial moment. Just as Allen was thinking that things couldn't get any worse, the boy from before came running through the policeman, punching down the ones in his way.
"Wait you two! Those aren't real people, it's a trick of the mist!" The purple t-shirt guy yelled at them.
What was mist? Allen wondered, but he didn't wonder long. Because the more he looked at the security guards, the more they seemed to become inhuman. They were becoming these blobs of mud.
"You will be a wonderful gift for our master." A mud guy said, he sounded like he was trying to talk through a plastic bag.
"What the heck are those things, and what are they talking about?!" Allen said in shock.
"What things?" Amy starts to turn around but Allen stopped her.
"Just focus of the lock Amy, you don't need to see this."
"But I want to see what's happening."
"No, you don't" A new voice busted into their conversation, the purple t-shirt guy, who had somehow snuck over to them without them noticing.
"If you see what's going on, you'll probably won't be able to focus."
"Nobody asked you, Blackie." Amy snapped the dude, glancing over her shoulder to look at him. "What are you doing here anyways, you don't go to this school"
