Aze Harp Montgomery and his friends have infiltrated the school's library and learned about the secret of the Inevitable Blind Man, the thing that they wanted to make sure when they went there. After that incident, he always dreamed of this man, whom he unconsciously know named Priam, and he feel that he was connected to him, making him fear that his mother will be associated as well. Feeling a strange sensation that it has to do with him living without a father, and his mother retiring to be a staff in his school, he tried searching for the book in the library again, this time, they were caught. Their team battle the staffs that hinder their way, wanting to know the details that lurked in this situation. All he was holding on to was his dreams; thay Priam was killed by his mother inside the library when they were younger, and as Priam fell on the ground with the gunshot on his back, it reminded Aze what the Blind Man looked like when they saw his back at the library for the first and second time. Was it a chain?
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As we open the gate of the School, the newly-built library caught our attention. It was still the vacation month going, and we need to find the confidential files that the school was hiding.
There's no electricity at that time. Just our luck, Aaron has the key duplicates of all the rooms.
"We need to hurry, anytime, there will be teachers," Trixie shouted.
Because even if it was a vacation —one by one— teachers will come to check the school. We ran through the newly-built library and try unlocking the door.
"Aaron, faster!" Nathan insisted, as Aaron repeatedly trying to fit all the key duplicates one by one inside the padlock.
"Here we go!" Aaron whispered, and successfully opened the library.
As we enter the library, we are amazed to learn that it was so huge. On our standby position, many chairs were assembled, that seemed to look like a classroom at first glance. Many bookshelves aligned horizontally were seen. At last, the librarian's assigned table was seen from the far corner of the huge room.
"We are finally here." Emma heaved a sigh of relief.
As I looked outside the windows, I rapidly covered my eyes. The moon was slowly crossing over the sun! "Hey! It's solar eclipse outside!!" I shouted.
But no one can simply look at it without special glasses. The whole place darkened due to the solar eclipse.
"Why don't we search?" Ella whispered and placed her bag on a chair in front of her.
She was slightly distant from us. We also put our bags and started looking for the files, until...
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!!" Ella nervously shouted, shivering from the sight she just saw.
"What's that?!" Trixie asked.
Ella can't move while staring at the thing that made her that afraid. Aaron and I tried to look at it, where we were left shocked as well! We saw a mysteriously lying elder man.
"Aaaaaaahhh!!" we all backed up, as the man slowly stood. The man has a remarkable gunshot in the middle of his back. It left blood scattered in its vicinity. We panicked, and have separated ourselves due to it.
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As I and Trixie hid near the arranged chairs, we thought that the man will never see the two of us —which was true! The man was blind himself!
Trixie slowly panted. We were both scared because still, the man carried a gun. Trixie bumped the chair nearby, making me calm her down.
It caught the attention of the man, so I gestured to her that we should move to another place.
To be frank, the gaps under the desk of the chairs were big enough for us to allocate freely. Trixie slowly crawled under the chair, with me trying to calm her.
The man seemed to be unaware of our whereabouts, but he accidentally walked nearer to us!
Trixie continued to crawl until she tripped! "AAAH—" she cramped and covered her mouth. We are both scared until the man noticed us again. But this time, he walked away, making the two of us relieved.
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In between two aligned bookshelves, Nathan and Ella were there. Ella repeatedly panted, as her asthma was attacking.
"Ella, calm down," Nathan whispered. Every pant that Ella released was mostly loud. Nathan tried to calm her down.
Ella catches her breath, "I don't want to die!" she mildly shouted. They were both leaning back against the concrete wall.
Nathan suddenly stood. "We will leave this place," he whispered. He lifted Ella, placing his left arm over Ella's left shoulder. As they slowly walked, they are nearing the end of the shelf, until the blind man suddenly came!
Nathan couldn't help but gasp and covered his and Ella's mouth to prevent any noise. The man repeatedly looked on both sides, trying to sense someone. Nathan and Ella, still covering their mouths, slowly move backward. The man slowly walked away, calming the two who sulked at the corner.
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As Aaron and Emma hid inside the gap between the librarian's table and chair, Emma put her hands in her pocket.
"What are you doing?" Aaron whispered.
Emma revealed her phone. "I will call my mom! I don't want to die!" she shouted. She started dialing her mom, who answered it afterward.
"Mom! We are here.. Mom, I don't want to die! Help me!" Emma continuously shouted. Her tears are falling. "Mom, help me out! I need you—"
Emma was stopped, as the blind man pulled her hair out of the table.
"AAAAAAAH!!" Emma shouted, as Aaron stood and prepared to throw the books at the man.
"Emma, run!!" Aaron shouted, but he was struck at the nape, and he slowly passed out. Emma panicked and dropped her phone.
She stood up, carrying Aaron until Trixie hit the man in the back with a huge encyclopedia! The force was strong enough to make the man back on his knees.
The gun slowly glided on the floor and bumped with my shoe. I held the gun and shot the man on his back!
The man fell in a horrible manner. No, it was like what he positioned before we saw him! The stance was identically similar!
And, am I dreaming? The gunshot wound was also at the same position! W-Was it.. a chain?!
I came back to my senses as Nathan and Ella came. They check if Aaron was okay. Luckily, Aaron opened his eyes.
"We heard a gunshot.." Nathan has to say something else but stopped when he saw the blind man lying down on the floor.
"We should leave this now!" I insisted. After all, I know more than they do at the files. We shouldn't try to get that in the first place.
Ella and Emma panted as we walk. We returned to the arranged chairs we entered first and get our bags. We ran fast and banged the door into a close. We quickly rush to leave the school as soon as possible. It was like night outside.
As we are on the way outside the school, Aaron asked. "So we will not find the files we wanted to find?"
I bowed my head. "The files were told that a mysterious blind man appeared every solar eclipse," I explained. "So there's no need for us to find it. We experienced the file itself!" I pointed out.
We are about to continue walking as Nathan gasped in surprise. "Guys, did we lock the library room?"
The surroundings slowly brightens, as the moon crossed away the sun. The place was reverted, as the daylight struck at the way. The Solar Eclipse now came to an end.
Chapter 35: The Scattered GroupTrixie walked as she wandered the public park. But, there should be public library here, too. So where it is?"I've asked so many people but they don't know where a nearby library was!" she just sulked at the nearby chair and sat. "Is there library here in the first place?"She just shook her head. After all, finding the book on herself will raise her status at the group. She will be the real cynosure!!"That's why I should find it as fast as possible!" she said and stood. She ran and so positive that she can search for the book by herself!---Meanwhile, Ella stared as she misstepped into an orange brick, and a creaking sound was heard! She looked up at the ceiling and saw the brick proportionally above it moved towards the North West!"Huh?! What happened?!!"The arrow of that brick that was facing west slowly moved towards Northwest. Ella looked towards the Northwest, and saw a strange portion of the wall."Was that wall a closed door?" she whispered
Chapter 34: Search for the BookI and Emma stared at the four staffs who arrived at the cart we are boarding on. "Who are they, Emma?" I silently asked."Let me introduce ourselves." One of the most elderly man walked before us. "We are the prevent staffs of the Alpha High""And we are here to stop you!" one of them interfered.Emma was left shocked. "To stop us?""We heard your infiltration last day, and that you're searching for the book Priam wrote that was considered confidential to the school." the first one who spoke replied."We won't!" I said with full of certainty. "We cannot let you do that!"After all, who are they to command me? I am Priam's child! I have to authority to search for his book."W-Why would..." Emma whispered in shock. "...the information leaked too fast?!"She's right! Why would that happened?"We came here preserve such libraries as a part of our duty being librarian staffs." another one of them said."Your searching can damage such libraries and books!" th
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