A World on Fire

Charles

School began agian, and this time it was the second year of high school. My freinds Henry and Natalia, were in most of the same classes. We formed a group, or I guess a small clique, we did odd jobs for high prices. I lived in the smallest town in Ohio, where cops were basically nonexistant. It was fun to fool around by the old dynamite quarry, and blow stuff up. 

"Hey charles" yelled Natalia from the door of the school "we've got to get to first period hurry up".

I snapped back into a reality, this wasn't a fairytale where the main charatcers went on journeys. No this was real life, boring, normal, terrible. The bell rang loudly, once agian dispurting my train of thought. And just like that I rushed off to English.

I hate english, its long, and boring. But today things changed, not a different teacher or a fancy new learning approach, it was something else.

I walked into English late , as always,  and I was greeted by angry faces, and the same teacher from last year. I got the customary "You're late " from Mrs. Martha, and I found my seat at the back of the class, just the way I like it. I took out my text book and pencils, common English stuff. We began the lesson, a grammar lesson, one about the definte and indefintie articles. Just as I laid my head down to start my customary morning nap, there was creaking from the underside of my chair. I looked down expecting there to be some faultline or such, but instead the ground was normal. 

Not five minutes after the creaking began, it started agian, but now it was almost like someone was trying to burst through the ground. I turned down abruplty, but agian the ground was regular. My stomach filpped, was I going crazy, usally chairs don't just teeter back and forth, and jolt up and down. I turned down once more, to affirm the fact that I wasn't insane. There was nothing there just regualr ground. I turned towards the teacher, and it happend agian. This time when I turned down, I didn't see only floor, I saw a hand prodruding from the ground.

"HOLY SHIT!" I yelled jumping out of my seat.

"Ahem, Charles, watch what you say please" Mrs. Martha siad in her hushed voice.

I had to do or say something, but the fear that people would take me for a drug using crack head was better that beliving me. They'd lock me up the second I started talking. I glanced down at were the hand was, and it was still there. 

"Charles, why are you still standing" Mrs. Marta scolwed.

" Uh... because I need to go to the bathroom" I stammered.

"Fine , make it quick" .

I dashed out the hallway, and ran to the nearest boys restroom. I looked in the mirror, I looked fine, no bloodshot eyes, black eye rims, I must've been fine no drugs in my system. My mind raced wait, so then what I saw in the room was real. I ran back from the bathroom to my english class. All seemed well, my chair still had the hand under it. And that was when english class began to get interesting.

The hand began to emerge an arm, the arm was long, scaly and it appeared to be covered in a fly carcasses. I looked at my seat not wanting to return, I did the one thing that I dreaded.

" Guys, there is a hand comming out of the ground under my seat" I blurted.

Everyone gave me that look, the one that tells you that you're insane. But I wasn't becasue the hand was there and it was certanily alive. I quivered , my stomach flipped agian but this time literally. I fell to the ground in a coughing-vomit fit, spitting up whatever was in my stomach. I was on my hands and knees throwing up chunks of sandwich and yellow green liquid.

When I stood back up I didn't recive mean glares, and harsh looks, but imstead I saw everyone else vommiting on the floor. Was everyones breakfast poisoned or something, either way something was off. 

Little did I know while the vomit was spilling from my insides, the man in ground had time to resurface. The man was over seven feet tall, he had insect wings,  his arms and legs were covered with dark scaly skin. He was holding a sword, an old sword , one from the bible. He pulled it over his head, and brought it sharply down on one of my classmates heads. Blood splattered from the severed head, and the man picked up the head and chucked it in a bag.

I paniced, running towards the door, as the kids on the ground got up and followed my example. Running from the class from that smelled of rot, and decay, was another one of the odd creatures. This time a smaller one with long tallons and a bony frame, one that might be mistaken as gollum. The gollum like creature was faster then the tall insect, and caught up to the hoard of kids quickly. I turned to see its face, as the people in front of me got torn down like husk on corn. The long tallons were scraping through the flesh of all people in its way. 

Not wanting to be a human meatball I ran. Pushing past people, not wanting to be the next to face those claws, I burst out of the school and into the open. My problems didn't end there though, the insect man with the sword was waiting on right side, and left another creature. The creature on the left had a bull like snout, a pichfork, and red leather skin. Now cornered by three killing machines, all that was left was to pray that the police showed up.