Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 1: Focal High School]
06-12-2010, 10:59 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Looking out the window, Algernon could easily see he was on the second floor even with all the rain obscuring and distorting his view. He quickly went about finding some stairs.
As his footsteps echoed down the stairway, mingling with the harsh patter of the storm outside, Algernon couldn't help but think back to his childhood. He remembered that sometimes he would have to stay after school for whatever reason. Mostly likely clubs, though he couldn't think of what sort of clubs he had joined. Walking down empty hallways usually packed with fellow students had given him a feeling of fear and paranoia. He was never sure why. There hadn't been anything to fear. It wasn't like something would have snuck up behind him and slit his throat.
And now he was walking empty hallways again, in a situation where throat-slitting would be entirely plausible. That would be called irony, right? And he was feeling calmer than ever (more irony?). In fact, he thought as he came out on the first floor, he actually felt a little dizzy. Algernon stumbled to the wall and leaned heavily on it, lightly clutching the worm on his head. When it started wriggling in response, he started rubbing his forehead instead. He couldn't help but notice that his hand came away rather bloody.
He stared at his hand for a while. Wounded? ...Already?
Algernon blinked, finally feeling his blood running down his head. How did that happen? And...how would he patch it up with the worm's teeth in the way? In any case, he would have to look out for the nurse's office now. He couldn't afford to run into anybody like this. Hopefully he could just slap a bandage around his forehead and call it a day. Bandages heal everything.
Now feeling groggy and lightheaded at the same time, Algernon stumbled around the hallway, happy to find that he was, in fact, nearby the nurse's office. How lucky.
He quickly rescinded that thought once he opened the door and saw a humanoid eldrich abomination shuffling through the cabinets and generally making a mess.
Looking out the window, Algernon could easily see he was on the second floor even with all the rain obscuring and distorting his view. He quickly went about finding some stairs.
As his footsteps echoed down the stairway, mingling with the harsh patter of the storm outside, Algernon couldn't help but think back to his childhood. He remembered that sometimes he would have to stay after school for whatever reason. Mostly likely clubs, though he couldn't think of what sort of clubs he had joined. Walking down empty hallways usually packed with fellow students had given him a feeling of fear and paranoia. He was never sure why. There hadn't been anything to fear. It wasn't like something would have snuck up behind him and slit his throat.
And now he was walking empty hallways again, in a situation where throat-slitting would be entirely plausible. That would be called irony, right? And he was feeling calmer than ever (more irony?). In fact, he thought as he came out on the first floor, he actually felt a little dizzy. Algernon stumbled to the wall and leaned heavily on it, lightly clutching the worm on his head. When it started wriggling in response, he started rubbing his forehead instead. He couldn't help but notice that his hand came away rather bloody.
He stared at his hand for a while. Wounded? ...Already?
Algernon blinked, finally feeling his blood running down his head. How did that happen? And...how would he patch it up with the worm's teeth in the way? In any case, he would have to look out for the nurse's office now. He couldn't afford to run into anybody like this. Hopefully he could just slap a bandage around his forehead and call it a day. Bandages heal everything.
Now feeling groggy and lightheaded at the same time, Algernon stumbled around the hallway, happy to find that he was, in fact, nearby the nurse's office. How lucky.
He quickly rescinded that thought once he opened the door and saw a humanoid eldrich abomination shuffling through the cabinets and generally making a mess.