Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 1: Focal High School]
06-03-2010, 09:34 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
As soon as the Controller's visage disappeared from the screen, Algernon felt control return to his body. But, still shocked by the recent events, he let himself collapse, his eyes constantly following the blood trail up to the place in the wall he had disappeared in and back again. Jesus. He had been standing next to him...
Algernon felt like a child again amongst the others. Although they seemed equally as shocked, he had been the only one to fall over. And he couldn't help but feel as though he was the only one who couldn't swallow, who almost couldn't breathe. He had never seen anything like that. He wasn't sure if he would be able to stop seeing it. The smell of blood was making him sick. He had to get out of here. Slowly, Algernon found his footing, hoping that, on top of everything that had happened to him today, he wouldn't vomit.
The Countess took it upon herself to break the silence. "Is that it? Do we fight now?" Nobody answered for a while. Algernon couldn't imagine suddenly turning on these people. But after this, he couldn't stay in a group.
"I'm...going to leave," he said, attempting to walk to the door without wobbling. "See you--" Algernon paused, realizing how disquieting that phrase was in this situation. And then he simply left.
The hallway, thankfully free of blood, was a very welcome sight. He even enjoyed the sounds of the storm. Away from the classroom, Algernon tried to clear his head. He tried to think of the contestants, the Countess and her eeriness, the previously jovial werewolf, Holly and her habit of vandalizing books, but everything just circled back to Arnold and his noiseless scream, his twisted and mangled body being dragged into nowhere.
No, no. This has to stop. Think about your situation here. The next time you meet them again, you will have to fight or else possibly die in a sadistically painful manner. If you keep wandering around dwelling on this, you will be killed.
Algernon thought no further and simply entered the next room he saw. A ceramics room. There were many amateur projects in storage. The students had been making bowls recently. Algernon took out the paper towels in his bag and noted where more of them were in the room. He mentally apologized to the many students he seemed to be constantly stealing from.
As soon as the Controller's visage disappeared from the screen, Algernon felt control return to his body. But, still shocked by the recent events, he let himself collapse, his eyes constantly following the blood trail up to the place in the wall he had disappeared in and back again. Jesus. He had been standing next to him...
Algernon felt like a child again amongst the others. Although they seemed equally as shocked, he had been the only one to fall over. And he couldn't help but feel as though he was the only one who couldn't swallow, who almost couldn't breathe. He had never seen anything like that. He wasn't sure if he would be able to stop seeing it. The smell of blood was making him sick. He had to get out of here. Slowly, Algernon found his footing, hoping that, on top of everything that had happened to him today, he wouldn't vomit.
The Countess took it upon herself to break the silence. "Is that it? Do we fight now?" Nobody answered for a while. Algernon couldn't imagine suddenly turning on these people. But after this, he couldn't stay in a group.
"I'm...going to leave," he said, attempting to walk to the door without wobbling. "See you--" Algernon paused, realizing how disquieting that phrase was in this situation. And then he simply left.
The hallway, thankfully free of blood, was a very welcome sight. He even enjoyed the sounds of the storm. Away from the classroom, Algernon tried to clear his head. He tried to think of the contestants, the Countess and her eeriness, the previously jovial werewolf, Holly and her habit of vandalizing books, but everything just circled back to Arnold and his noiseless scream, his twisted and mangled body being dragged into nowhere.
No, no. This has to stop. Think about your situation here. The next time you meet them again, you will have to fight or else possibly die in a sadistically painful manner. If you keep wandering around dwelling on this, you will be killed.
Algernon thought no further and simply entered the next room he saw. A ceramics room. There were many amateur projects in storage. The students had been making bowls recently. Algernon took out the paper towels in his bag and noted where more of them were in the room. He mentally apologized to the many students he seemed to be constantly stealing from.