Harold and Wilkes carefully guided Trisha's body towards their dormitory which was on the next floor. They slowly but steadily climbed up the poorly illuminated staircase; one foot before the other, until they were finally safe in the confines of their room which they locked when they were in. Just
Whilst on their way, Harold had kept on staring back at the empty hallway for Professor Ericson because without doubt, he was up to no good and if not paid much attention to, he could drive a knife through their spinal cords to annihilate them when they weren't looking or something like that.
"What do we do?" Harold queried as his brows knitted together instinctively. He flicked on the pale bulb of him and Wilkes room after he had sealed the door shut for their safety then carefully walked over Trisha's still numb frame and parted the drapery for ventilation.
"Get water from the sink. Get a mild cloth, too, and pray to the Moon
Harold's fingers dug into the cartons of the two large pepperoni pizzas he had in his hands as he jogged past a sky blue Sienna that was parked in front of an old but very tall building which looked like an ancient watchtower. He moved on and got to a small grassland that had a couple of lofty and very leafy firs sprouting out of the earth here and there, and Harold walked on, towards the fountain. A part of him wanted him to go back to his dormitory—with the pizza. That is, run away from the abnormalities that seemed to be everywhere in the school, and pretend everything is just as it should be; normal, but another part of him wanted to see what was going on, find out the exact cause of it all and if possible, provide solutions, and as Harold walked along side a bunch of nosy jocks all dressed in oversized maroon attires, the part of him which was winning was very evident. Harold's fingers instinctively dug into the pizza boxes he ha
Harold sighed and from the bed he was on; next to the window that revealed the sun which was sinking into the clouds and letting out a bright orange hue; the one found on dying embers of coal, he shifted his butt uncomfortably like a patient in a wait room who is about to see a doctor on a personal subject. “I need to get going, guys,” he said morosely as he took a long look at what the time said from his phone which was placed on his lap before shifting his gaze to the outside world where a flock of small, black birds were migrating northwards with noisy coos and chirrups.“Where?” Trisha shot back. Ever since the ‘fountain incident’ happened and they had come up with a bizarre theory to explain why Harold had found himself in a fountain gushing blood, she had been edgy and very uptight. But that theory was their last resort. Harold had said it was possible a student pushed him into it and didn't own up to doing so.
‘Why did he tell me this?’ Harold asked himself as he systematically swept the ceramics of the broken vase into a lump and shoved them into a tray dish then emptied it into the trashcan beside him.He was aware that Prof. Ericson was no longer paying attention to the book which was still in his palms but rather, he was watching all of his moves which made him feel uncomfortable; like a bug under a microscope.“Bring down all those books,” Prof. Ericson ordered, pointing to a very tall stockpile of books that were on a moth infested shelf. “Wipe those books of the dust and restack them neatly. The cleaners will be so pleased with you,” he added sarcastically which made Harold angrier than before.If only he could get hold of Trisha's phone and delete the video then Prof Ericson won't have the upper hand, he thought. Harold leaned the broom against the wall neatly the same way he had picked it and sighed tiredly, wiping hi
Harold stared hard at the phone as his heart thumped and released blood in a similar rhythm to the wall clock's tick-tocks. From Prof. Ericson's phone which he had in his hands, it was as if Francis, whoever he was, was manipulating Prof. Ericson into...Harold heard the shuffles of feet and in an hasty scuffle, he put the phone back into the drawer and slammed it shut. He hurried to the nearest shelf and as he picked a book, the hinges whined again, the door opened wide and Prof. Ericson stood at the door, surveying the perimeter and watching Harold work for a few seconds.Harold who pretended he was oblivious of his lecturer's presence continued working until his professor spoke.“You've barely done a thing since I left,” he said disappointedly with a tint of anger as he strolled in, holding a folded document in his hands.“I'm very sorry, sir,” Harold started. “It's just that I got tired and decided t
“Hand the phone over to me,” Prof. Ericson ordered in a very deep baritone that shook Harold a little as he stretched his broad palm out, expecting Harold to put the phone in it.He, professor Ericson, was back to his staunch and distant self with his lips that barely parted as he spoke and eyes which were inimical and cold, and Harold knew it was entirely his fault. He had chased the snail back into its shell.If only he had deleted the video from Trisha's phone and kept it back in the drawer, it'll take a longer time before Prof. Ericson was aware that he had tampered with it, meaning Prof. Ericson would have helped him more.“I'm... I'm very sorry, sir,” Harold stuttered as he dipped his hands into one of his pockets and brought it out. He glanced at the damage he had done to the wall because he couldn't look Ericson in the eye and he felt more stupid than he'd ever in his entire life. Since his arrival in the school, he had don
The sun was completely sunk into the sky and a pale yellow hue with a few fluffy white that crisscrossed the milky clouds—like a zebra, had taken over, spreading its tangerine-coloured shade from East to West, and from North to South, too, as it served as a magnificent background for the hundreds of birds of diverse kinds that performed flight acrobatics whilst landing on top of fir trees to rest before taking off again.The evening insects crackled and called to one another in their different ‘languages’ as night slowly crept in and one by one, the street lamps which could be found at every junction came alive, shining their white, bright lights on the tarmac.Out in the open, trying to find a solution to the misery that had befallen one of them was Harold and Wilkes, carefully journeying to the girls' hostels in search of a sassy wolf whom neither of them recognized.“Do you remember the exact location of her room?” Harold asked W
Harold Girard and Wilkes Milton froze in fear for a couple of seconds and their eyeballs which were interlocked, communicated many, many words than they could with their mouths.The crickets crackled louder than before and the fireflies which they could see flying all around minutes ago had deserted them, leaving the duo to the dark night that did not have as much as a star twinkling from above.Suddenly, they both began to dash towards the small gate but just before they got there, thanks to the poor illumination, Wilkes bumped into someone.“Sorry, sorry,” he muttered as he stood on his feet.“We didn't mean to —” Harold started till he recognized the short brown haired and oblong faced girl who had a vicious frown on her face making her look like a bulldog. The darkness might have been playing tricks on him earlier on but not now. He had seen and recognized his saviour.“You are the one!” Harold
Harold groaned quite loudly as an excruciating amount of pain jittered through his body, tearing his human flesh apart as a new, thicker, and dense skin covered his shifting skeleton.As he transformed, his human mind reminded him of the stakes at hand and consequences if he howled in the forbidden part of the school which he was in, and although his wolf instincts told him to, he kept it locked in his throats which made the pain as he mutated even greater.His ears stretched like a force was pulling it to his limit and his facial bones began to shift and snap, rift slowly like a mechanized tool and join to new stout bones that could stand against the strongest of metals. His legs arched inwards, forming a slightly curved bow behind his knee before the straight, strong part rooted itself into the green grass beneath it and his arms fell on the wet grass before turning into hale and hardened limbs.Brie, whose transformat
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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