On the other side of the library, they were welcomed with students: males and females, who were so engrossed in themselves they didn't notice the students in tattered clothes, carrying corpses, unconscious bodies and looking like cavemen who'd survived a zombie apocalypse. It was almost midnight and the students were mostly concerned about for their sexual satisfaction. They couldn't care less about the students or the Vice Chancellor which had been reported missing a few hours ago.
“Our room is the shortest from here,” Harold told Wilkes. His voice was cracky and he found it difficult to talk. He was very thirsty, too. He turned to the others, “let us take them up there. Less people will see them that way.”
Slowly, like soldiers who had gone to represent their nations in a bloody war and were now returning after being victorious although a few comrades were bruised and battered, they all marched up the poorly lit stairs, walked down the hall that h
The sun rose over Golden Lake University earlier than usual. It touched the mountains far from the school then crawled closer to the school, from the East to the West, sweeping through greens.It bath the firs that edged the school not long afterwards, casting their shadows on the school, then slowly, the sun reached the school, too, waking the students who had spent all night partying, swimming, having sex and for half a dozen students, fighting for their lives in a cavern hundreds of metres beneath the school.Of the six of them that had come out of the cavern, Trisha was the first to wake up.The previous night, when she had gotten to her room, Chloe wasn't any where to be seen. Trisha suspected she had been seeing someone else — another lecturer, perhaps, that had filled the place Professor Ericson had. She didn't know why she did and there was no physical evidence that what she thought was true but that was how she felt.
Trisha walked towards the school slowly for two reasons. One was because the faster she walked, the more pain she felt on her back and around her feet. The second reason was because she didn't know how she was going to talk to Mrs. Perry after not seeing her in almost a week.It was even most likely Mrs. Perry thought her dead. If that was the case, it was going to be much harder for Trisha to endear herself and get any vital information out of the librarian.Still moving slowly, she rounded the corner and was just a few feet from the library. Her heart began to beat fast. Adrenaline pumped through her veins.She turned to her right again and walked the remaining small distance. "She should be on seat now," Trisha whispered to herself and knocked twice on the door.Two seconds after, there was no response then from behind the door came a grumpy voice. "Come 'n."Trisha twisted the doorknob
Harold wore his clothes one piece after the other, trying to make sure the fabrics of his shirt and trousers didn't come in contact with his bruises that were like dots scattered all over his body with irregular spaces between them.He breath in sharply and winced in pain as he strapped in the last button of his t-shirt. Beside him was Wilkes whom as they had planned the previous night, will be going with him to the school authority as a witness for whatever funny thing they might want to pull on him. It had been a last minute decision but it was worth it. They still couldn't trust the school authority, couldn't just believe that they weren't as bad as Dr. Peyton Giovanni had been."Are you ready?" Wilkes asked Harold as he looked from Francis to Professor Ericson. Their bodies were motionless, cold and still, as expected.Harold breath in sharply before replying, "yes, I suppose I am." He wriggled his body underneath the shirt he h
“I need you to tell me everything you know about professor Ericson,” Trisha said, maintaining eye contact with the librarian, Mrs. Perry. What happened down in the cavern came flooding to her memory but she pushed them out and held her tears contained in her eyes with a lot of willpower.She wasn't going to break down. At least, not in front of Mrs. Perry who already suspected not everything was well with her. No.Mrs. Perry squeezed her face and her eyes narrowed more in suspicion. Trisha blinked her eyes rapidly to dry up the tears that had formed in her eyes. Hopefully, Mrs. Perry won't notice because the library was poorly illuminated. “Why are ye askin' 'bout him?”“There's just…” Trisha started then stopped talking. If Mrs. Perry just answered her without asking questions, she'll know what she wanted to faster — in a few days, at most. But no, she was asking questions that pushed Trisha to tell lies which was hurting her and w
Harold and Wilkes stood in an office. They knew whoever was going to attend to a case as delicate as the one they came with had to be on on the top most storey so they had no business being down there. That's how it always worked. The most important people had their offices on the highest storey and with each storey descending, the occupants of the offices were able to determine how important they were to the normal functioning of the school.On the first storey was the reception. That was where they were, waiting.The receptionist, a fat woman that puffed like a train instead of breathing in and out answered them. She spoke through her nose and by a glance, Wilkes and Harold could she didn't find it easy to breath. It was laborious, perhaps, because of her size.“Did you book an appointment?” she asked when they had first entered. She had a lot of experience with notorious students who wanted nothing more than to cause trouble and
Trisha couldn't hold it any longer.She had been hunched on the wobbly seat, breathing in the dust particles of the library and listening to all Mrs. Perry, the librarian, had to say about professor Ericson for the past half an hour, but all she'd heard wasn't what she wanted. Needed.For a split second, all her worries and troubles were drowned in the discomfort of the sit she was sat in and as she rested her back, it squealed and threatened to fall apart, causing her to seat up and jolting her back to life.She sighed.“How about… those both professor Ericson and Francis knew? You know, other close friends, relatives of one that became the friend of the other and things like that.”Mrs. Perry paused. She knew Trisha wanted to get something out of her but what? And why?Still seated, Trisha could feel Mrs. Perry's eyes on her but she was too tired to care what she was thinkin
Harold held his breath and his heart beat faster and faster with each passing second as the elevator door slid open. Beside him was Wilkes and behind them both was the receptionist.“Alright,” the receptionist said when neither of the students in front of her stepped outside. It was like they'd had their feet glued to the walls of the elevator.Her voice snapped both of them out of the trance they were in and the next second, they were out of the elevator and on a very long passage.Beautiful pillars that had a milky hue arranged itself to their left and right. The ceiling that stretched downwards from where they stood was also milky, a thicker shade, though, and the carpet beneath their feet was red.“If you'll come with me…” the receptionist said and began walking down the corridor. Without hesitating, the both of them tailed her.They walked past a lot of first-class, doors which on the other sid
Everywhere was peaceful. Not a little squeak came from the two beds that were each on one end of the room, or from those rested on them, or from the person watching them, or from the other side of the door.Penelope looked around the room. There was nothing to do except use her phone but since she had been back from the contest, she had learnt not rely on her phone more and more.She looked around the room again. None of the two that were on Wilkes bed were awake. Not Derek, not Sarah. They had both been burnt and had almost lost their lives.Suddenly, fear gripped her heart. She walked to the side of the bed and placed two fingers on the sides of their necks. Good, there was pulse which meant they were still alive, just unconscious.She breathed out and looked around again. There was absolutely nothing interesting that could be done. Even taking in the room was daunting because of the poorly lit bulb that
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It was the end of a session and although Harold and Wilkes especially had been to a rough start, things got a lot better after the contest and as they stood in their room, getting ready to go home for the holiday, for the first time since they had gotten to the school, they felt and behaved like other students.“Who is coming to take you home?” Harold asked Wilkes as he eyes lazily landed on the messy heap of cloth that were in his bag. There was no way he was going to take his time rearranging them. No, that was too much stress.“I'm not very sure,” Wilkes answered as his eyes scanned the room for any of his belongings he might have missed. The room was pretty empty compared to how it had been two hours ago. Even the bulb that shone a dark light had been taken from its socket. “I mean, it is either my aunt or her husband; my uncle, or them both.” He sighed as he looked back at his huge travelling bag that was on his bed. “I don't think it mat
For the first time since the new intakes had been in Golden Lake University, rain fell.It was on a Friday and most of the semester had gone. Things had gone back to normal or at least, almost had.Sarah returned back to her park after being told all what happened by Harold. She promised not to tell anyone anything but deep down, Harold knew it was only a matter of weeks - a month or two, if lucky - before she told someone all she had been told. All the same, they did tell her everything. She deserved to know the truth.Derek, too, was back to his old self: lively, goofy and weird and with him was the love of his life, Penelope, who acted like the perfect housewife who without doubt, she was going to be. She seemed content that way.Although Wilkes never and probably never will admit it, the couple - Derek and Penelope - made him jealous. One of the reasons he had been excited to resume in Golden
"What does this mean?" Wilkes asked as he, too, bent his neck over the sheet of paper.Harold read the words again. Just like in the first letter he had gotten, this, too, was warning him of something in the most confusing way possible."I don't know," he replied. "But I do know that this is from professor Ericson. He must have written it before he died. You know, expected us to search his room when he was gone.""That's unlikely," Wilkes said dryly. "It most likely is to someone who knows of its existence behind the clock and that person definitely isn't you - or me. Besides, how are you so certain it is from professor Ericson?""The handwriting. They're... similar. Don't you see it?""I don't. At all." He sighed then continued, "we'll compare the handwriting of this paper and the one from the letter we are certain he handed to you together when all of these is over.""Yes, seems l
Harold and Wilkes waited in professor Ericson's office, doing nothing.When the party were first in the cavern, their footsteps reached up above where Harold was but after roughly a minute, there was nothing to tell that those that had gone down there existed.“Do you have any reasons why you wanted is to come here?” Wilkes asked when it was just the both of them in (Late) professor Ericson's office. Harold almost always had a plan. He knew that.Harold looked around the room like it was his first time being in it.“No,” he said. “I just wanted us to be here when they went down there.”Wilkes looked puzzled. That didn't seem like Harold.“But now that we're here,” Harold continued, oblivious of Wilkes confusion, “why don't we just look around for whatever we can find.”He paused for a while and looked at Wilkes before continuing, “we never know what we might f
Derek woke up with a series of cough.Penelope sprung out of the bed she was sat in and went to his side.“Are you okay?” she asked, wrapping her fingers around his arm. He was a lot thinner than he had been in the past.He fell silent for some seconds, “yes, I am okay,” he said, “how're you, too?” he asked, putting his other hand on hers which were on his arm.“I've never felt more alive than I am feeling right now,” she said.Derek chuckled, “that's good.”By then, Brie was also by his side but watched the both of them silently. Trisha sat in the position Penelope was in before, fiddling with her phone.Derek sat up and opened his eyes. He looked to his left and saw Sarah on the bed with him then he turned to look at Penelope, then Brie.“Thank you…” he said to Brie. “…for everything.” There was a short pause. “When you saw us down the
Trisha paced from left to right of Harold and Wilkes small room. It was either she was no longer aware of the presence of Brie and Penelope or she just wasn't bothered by their presence. The latter seemed the most feasible option."I'll have to call my dad this very moment," she said to no one in particular. She seemed to be talking to herself and the next second, her phone was in her hand, placing a call to reach her father.She brought the phone to her ear and waited. After what seemed like ages to the two females watching her, she breath in and out deeply, and began to speak."Hello, father," she started. There was a pause from her side because her father was talking. It went on and on and on but Trisha understood why. He hadn't spoken to his daughter in over a week and was worried something awful must have happened to her."Why didn't you pick your calls?" he asked. His voice was a lot louder than befo
Harold and Wilkes picked up pace as they ran back to Dr. Alvin Clarks's office. Their sneakers marched on the tuffs of grass and on the cemented pavement, too, but they didn't bother as they huffed and puffed. The breeze as they moved blew against their faces but that, too, didn't stop them. They had to get to Dr. Clark before he and the others left.When they got to the entrance of the building, they stopped running and walked in.The receptionist recognised them and gave them a small nod telling them to proceed with the reason they were there.The both of them acknowledged her nod and went to the elevator. They got in it and a few seconds later, they were on the top floor.They both walked down the absolutely beautiful but empty and very silent corridor slowly. They loved as their sneakers sunk into the red carpet the spread everywhere. They turned right and continued walking.“Do you think
Brie closed the door behind her with her leg. It made a loud snap that caused Derek to let out a soft moan as the sound wave caused his eardrum to tremble. She had the pizza box Penelope had asked for in her hand.“I didn't know which ones you like over the other so I went with good old Pepperoni.”Penelope's nose wiggled like a mouse's. “It isn't my favourite,” she started, “but isn't my worst either. Thank you,” she said as she got the box out of Brie's hands.She put it on the bed and walked to Derek' side. She knelt beside his bed but Brie peered down on him from above.“He's conscious already,” Penelope said, sounding like a small child who had just gotten a gift. She was talking to Brie.“Oh, has he?” Brie said, kneeling, too. “I can't handle it much any longer.”“Handle what?” Penelope asked, looking to her right, at Brie.“His sister, she has been dead worri