saw
the front end of a mousetrap poking out from between two bookshelves.
“Perfect...” He checked on the morpheus, who had his eyes trained
right on the door. “... And that makes it even better.”
Rolling out of his seat, Roland crawled under the desks to
retrieve the mousetrap. Clint’s head didn’t budge in the slightest, completely
unaware about what was happening in the very room he was in. Stifling his
laughter, Roland was back at his seat in no time flat. A small brown rat was
caught in the metal bar of the trap he held, its body limp and smelling far
worse than it looked. The wooden mousetrap clattered gently against Angelica’s
desk, positioned inches away from her face.
“Oh, Angelica,” Roland said with a forced back snicker. “We gotcha
something.”
Angelica’s eyes fluttered opened, a tiny figure showing through
the haze of her eyelashes. The sudden change in smell caught her off guard,
flushing the sleep right out of her. Once she took sight of the dead rat, she
instantly slapped it away with a high pitched scream. The wooden trap slid
under a desk as Roland and Errol laughed their heads off.
“Eww, yuck!” She groaned in disgust, wiping her hand off on
Roland’s sleeve. “I touched its tail!”
“Hey, that was your breakfast,” Roland taunted.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, making a snide smile. “Sorry, I
saw yellow teeth and a rat face and assumed was you.”
“Ouch,” Roland replied sarcastically, “That’s going to leave a
mark there.”
Angelica got up and so did her fists. “I’ll leave a mark all
right!”
Roland lifted his hands, but they were passive unlike hers. “Okay,
fine. I’m sorry, biddy.” He reached a hand out to her, right when she was about
to take a swing at him. “No more gags and no hard feelings?”
Angelica made a grin to the side, dropping her fists. “Yeah,
sure.” With a nasty snort, she spit a big glob of mucus and saliva into her
palm, getting Roland in a handshake before he could even react.
Roland raised an eyebrow, not able to do anything against her powerful
grip. “Ya learn quick, kid. Looks like I got a run for my money this time.”
Angelica smirked, patting him hard on the back. “Ya sure did, ya
dirty rat.”
“Someone’s outside,” Glenda said with her face near the edge of
the window. “Clint, someone’s coming.”
Clint finally took his eyes off of the door, hearing his name
being called. Walking over to stand beside Glenda, he peeked between the
blinds, opening them up with two fingers. Outside–just passing the haze of a
dim streetlight–was a large shadowy figure, making its way to the front
entrance. All he could make out from the dark blob was the back end of a
brimmed hat. It crossed into the cover of night too fast to tell of any other
features.
Energy hummed throughout the building, the academy coming back to
life. All of the lights came back on all at once, the room feeling bigger now
that everything was visible.
“Finally, something good happens.” Clint moved away from the
widow. “I hope it’s him.”
“Who?” Roland asked, turning off his lantern.
“The Oneiro representative.” Clint slapped himself in the
forehead, grinding his palm against his skull as he continued. “Oh, that’s
right — I forgot to tell all of you. I might as well. The representative is
coming to check up on something strange that happened. Apparently, it seems
that everyone has… vanished.”
“You mean like, in the whole world?” Errol asked worried.
Clint gave him a blank stare. “No, I mean in the Oneiro Academy.
We think a Nightterror is behind this entire thing. I just hope it isn’t that.”
He shook his head slowly. “I really do.”
“Well then what are we waiting for?” Roland got up and started
heading out the door. “Let’s go meet the guy.”
The other teenagers followed after him, only Glenda still sitting
by Clint. “Come one,” he said, “let’s get going.”
Glenda peeked at the
the front end of a mousetrap poking out from between two bookshelves.
“Perfect...” He checked on the morpheus, who had his eyes trained
right on the door. “... And that makes it even better.”
Rolling out of his seat, Roland crawled under the desks to
retrieve the mousetrap. Clint’s head didn’t budge in the slightest, completely
unaware about what was happening in the very room he was in. Stifling his
laughter, Roland was back at his seat in no time flat. A small brown rat was
caught in the metal bar of the trap he held, its body limp and smelling far
worse than it looked. The wooden mousetrap clattered gently against Angelica’s
desk, positioned inches away from her face.
“Oh, Angelica,” Roland said with a forced back snicker. “We gotcha
something.”
Angelica’s eyes fluttered opened, a tiny figure showing through
the haze of her eyelashes. The sudden change in smell caught her off guard,
flushing the sleep right out of her. Once she took sight of the dead rat, she
instantly slapped it away with a high pitched scream. The wooden trap slid
under a desk as Roland and Errol laughed their heads off.
“Eww, yuck!” She groaned in disgust, wiping her hand off on
Roland’s sleeve. “I touched its tail!”
“Hey, that was your breakfast,” Roland taunted.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, making a snide smile. “Sorry, I
saw yellow teeth and a rat face and assumed was you.”
“Ouch,” Roland replied sarcastically, “That’s going to leave a
mark there.”
Angelica got up and so did her fists. “I’ll leave a mark all
right!”
Roland lifted his hands, but they were passive unlike hers. “Okay,
fine. I’m sorry, biddy.” He reached a hand out to her, right when she was about
to take a swing at him. “No more gags and no hard feelings?”
Angelica made a grin to the side, dropping her fists. “Yeah,
sure.” With a nasty snort, she spit a big glob of mucus and saliva into her
palm, getting Roland in a handshake before he could even react.
Roland raised an eyebrow, not able to do anything against her powerful
grip. “Ya learn quick, kid. Looks like I got a run for my money this time.”
Angelica smirked, patting him hard on the back. “Ya sure did, ya
dirty rat.”
“Someone’s outside,” Glenda said with her face near the edge of
the window. “Clint, someone’s coming.”
Clint finally took his eyes off of the door, hearing his name
being called. Walking over to stand beside Glenda, he peeked between the
blinds, opening them up with two fingers. Outside–just passing the haze of a
dim streetlight–was a large shadowy figure, making its way to the front
entrance. All he could make out from the dark blob was the back end of a
brimmed hat. It crossed into the cover of night too fast to tell of any other
features.
Energy hummed throughout the building, the academy coming back to
life. All of the lights came back on all at once, the room feeling bigger now
that everything was visible.
“Finally, something good happens.” Clint moved away from the
widow. “I hope it’s him.”
“Who?” Roland asked, turning off his lantern.
“The Oneiro representative.” Clint slapped himself in the
forehead, grinding his palm against his skull as he continued. “Oh, that’s
right — I forgot to tell all of you. I might as well. The representative is
coming to check up on something strange that happened. Apparently, it seems
that everyone has… vanished.”
“You mean like, in the whole world?” Errol asked worried.
Clint gave him a blank stare. “No, I mean in the Oneiro Academy.
We think a Nightterror is behind this entire thing. I just hope it isn’t that.”
He shook his head slowly. “I really do.”
“Well then what are we waiting for?” Roland got up and started
heading out the door. “Let’s go meet the guy.”
The other teenagers followed after him, only Glenda still sitting
by Clint. “Come one,” he said, “let’s get going.”
Glenda peeked at the
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