hallway. “Okay,” she said getting up, “Just
don’t leave me alone out there.” Her necklaces jingled as she bent down to pick
up her messenger bag, not willing to leave it behind.
“It’ll be fine,” Clint assured as they started walking. “The
lights are back on, so we don’t have anything to worry about.” He held his
pistol out to show her. “And I have this to fend them off, just in case.”
The gun made her feel worse in a different way, but she quickly
headed down the stairs–along with the others–to see who or what was at the
academy’s front door.
Chapter 11
The second floor was different than the rest, looking more like
the stoop of a police station in Redlight than something that belonged to a
school. Being a backup department for the Oneiro Rangers, the floor held the
front desk and offices for in the area and on duty. Only now, it was nothing
but empty space. Nothing but silent phones and still ceiling fans; the only
sound coming from the marble steps as the group went down the grand staircase.
The wide double doors sat before the mouth of the staircase, at
the other end of a long gold colored carpet that welcomed all who entered. The
group just got to the first floor when the doors started to rattle loudly,
moving like crazy. Banging came from the other end, joined with the left
doorknob jiggling. Everyone froze, Clint holding them back with his arms spread
out in front of them — his gun waiting to be used. Finally, the door unlocked
and flung open with a loud slam.
A massive man draped in a brown cloak took a step inside. His head
hung down, the wide brim of his grey hat covered his face.
“Who are you?” Clint demanded.
The man lifted his head, revealing an aged face with a thick
fluffy beard. He took off the hat, showing more of his long dark grey hair, the
top of his head visibly thinning. “Ovid is the name, Dr. Ovid,” he answered in
a cheerful voice.
“O-kid?” Errol asked.
“O vid ,” He corrected deeply, “with a viddy-viddy-vi, see!”
He looked around in amazement, his beady eyes filled with glee. “Marvelous,” he
chirped, “simply marvelous! This academy is better than I could ever imagine.
The sights, the smells, the feel; everything is just perfect.”
Clint gave a sigh of relief. “It’s just the representative.”
“He seems like a nut bag to me,” Roland murmured to Errol.
Ovid pointed over to Clint with both hands, hovering in for a
handshake. “And you must be the morpheus who called.”
“Yes, that’s me. Just call me Clint; no need to be formal.” He
held out a hand.
Ovid shook it rapidly with energy, laughing happily. “Clint, of
course. Yes, yes, how do you do.”
Clint took a second to collect himself after, feeling like he was
just poured out of a mixer. “... What took you so long? I called you quite the
while ago.”
“I just came back from P.S. 118 and on the way I stopped by one of
the Oneiro Departments.” His voice instantly changed to a gloomy mumble. “The
same thing happened to them.”
“Are you saying everyone’s gone in the grade school and the
department as well? There’s nobody left?”
Ovid let out a deep grunt. “Yes, I’m sorry to say they are and there is not .” As if someone flipped a switch in his brain, he
raised his head up with a big hairy grin. “Now, let us get on with getting our
little students up and at it, shall we? Where are the little ones?”
Clint motioned a hand to the group of teens that were standing
right in front of them. “There they are.”
Ovid looked at them and jumped in surprise. “Oh, splendid! Let us
make haste and suit you all up to have you prepared for duty.”
Clint held an arm out when Ovid started walking forward, stopping
him in his tracks. “Is... it possible to use anyone else?”
“There is no one else, dear morpheus.” Ovid glided up the
stairs, passing through the bunched up students. “Come now, there is no time to
waste. The faster we get
don’t leave me alone out there.” Her necklaces jingled as she bent down to pick
up her messenger bag, not willing to leave it behind.
“It’ll be fine,” Clint assured as they started walking. “The
lights are back on, so we don’t have anything to worry about.” He held his
pistol out to show her. “And I have this to fend them off, just in case.”
The gun made her feel worse in a different way, but she quickly
headed down the stairs–along with the others–to see who or what was at the
academy’s front door.
Chapter 11
The second floor was different than the rest, looking more like
the stoop of a police station in Redlight than something that belonged to a
school. Being a backup department for the Oneiro Rangers, the floor held the
front desk and offices for in the area and on duty. Only now, it was nothing
but empty space. Nothing but silent phones and still ceiling fans; the only
sound coming from the marble steps as the group went down the grand staircase.
The wide double doors sat before the mouth of the staircase, at
the other end of a long gold colored carpet that welcomed all who entered. The
group just got to the first floor when the doors started to rattle loudly,
moving like crazy. Banging came from the other end, joined with the left
doorknob jiggling. Everyone froze, Clint holding them back with his arms spread
out in front of them — his gun waiting to be used. Finally, the door unlocked
and flung open with a loud slam.
A massive man draped in a brown cloak took a step inside. His head
hung down, the wide brim of his grey hat covered his face.
“Who are you?” Clint demanded.
The man lifted his head, revealing an aged face with a thick
fluffy beard. He took off the hat, showing more of his long dark grey hair, the
top of his head visibly thinning. “Ovid is the name, Dr. Ovid,” he answered in
a cheerful voice.
“O-kid?” Errol asked.
“O vid ,” He corrected deeply, “with a viddy-viddy-vi, see!”
He looked around in amazement, his beady eyes filled with glee. “Marvelous,” he
chirped, “simply marvelous! This academy is better than I could ever imagine.
The sights, the smells, the feel; everything is just perfect.”
Clint gave a sigh of relief. “It’s just the representative.”
“He seems like a nut bag to me,” Roland murmured to Errol.
Ovid pointed over to Clint with both hands, hovering in for a
handshake. “And you must be the morpheus who called.”
“Yes, that’s me. Just call me Clint; no need to be formal.” He
held out a hand.
Ovid shook it rapidly with energy, laughing happily. “Clint, of
course. Yes, yes, how do you do.”
Clint took a second to collect himself after, feeling like he was
just poured out of a mixer. “... What took you so long? I called you quite the
while ago.”
“I just came back from P.S. 118 and on the way I stopped by one of
the Oneiro Departments.” His voice instantly changed to a gloomy mumble. “The
same thing happened to them.”
“Are you saying everyone’s gone in the grade school and the
department as well? There’s nobody left?”
Ovid let out a deep grunt. “Yes, I’m sorry to say they are and there is not .” As if someone flipped a switch in his brain, he
raised his head up with a big hairy grin. “Now, let us get on with getting our
little students up and at it, shall we? Where are the little ones?”
Clint motioned a hand to the group of teens that were standing
right in front of them. “There they are.”
Ovid looked at them and jumped in surprise. “Oh, splendid! Let us
make haste and suit you all up to have you prepared for duty.”
Clint held an arm out when Ovid started walking forward, stopping
him in his tracks. “Is... it possible to use anyone else?”
“There is no one else, dear morpheus.” Ovid glided up the
stairs, passing through the bunched up students. “Come now, there is no time to
waste. The faster we get
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