The lighting terrible as I doodle on my notebook, sitting in the auditorium style classroom with the back lights off and the stage lit up, listening to the professor drone on about the human body. I look up from under my lashes, glancing at the corpse on the discussion table, before my eyes dart back to the safety of my scribbles. I attempt to take a few notes: Caucasian male, mid-40s with light blond hair.. My eyes look up at the projector, the professor still talking about the particular area we were going to be learning about today, his pudgy finger pointing to the chest - I hadn't paid enough attention to tell, still early in the lecture.. and there was a test coming up. Inner me groans. Moving from the podium, continuing on with his discussion, I watch as the familiar old man picks up his gloves, one by one he slides them on his hands, then his scalpel and hovers over the body. I take a deep breath in to steady my hand, mimicking him as he does the same with his voice still droning on, hypnotic. I hold it, caught in my chest, as though I was the one touching the instrument to the dead flesh.
The door by the projector opens quite suddenly, a lanky body walks through. I can't help but let the anticipated draw of air out in a loud sigh, the spell of the moment broken, and glare at the intruder. The professor doesn't acknowledge, a late student most like this early in the morning, making the incision along the abdomen. Oddly enough, I watch the newcomer and not the part I had been looking forward to. They stood there just in front of the door, which gave them an outline but only just. My eyes scan my peers quickly, they were entranced in the very spell I had wanted only moments ago, before returning to the stranger.
A click sounds off, loud enough the professor pauses with a lift of his head and his voice trailing off. He scans the many faces before him with a glance over the rim of his glasses. Another click, louder. A cell phone? Other heads start to move and look along at each other. Another. Louder. Too loud for a cell phone, it must be.. I seek answers and only find the same question greeting me on every face I see. I look towards the stranger once more, still standing there silently.
I move to stand, something was not right. I am not alone in this thought as another student in the front rises. The stranger launches on the movement, bursting forward with sudden speed and a soul retching cry, tearing my peer in half vertically with only it's hands.
Silence. Blood rose into the air in a spray, falling slowly.. dreamlike. Then there was movement, everywhere. Panic. Then there was noise. Screams. The professors screams on action droned out by the young adult mass, screaming in unison, moving in a herd towards the only exit. The thing was still there blocking it, and it did not matter if one body came at it, or ten.. They were sliced apart like a knife in warmed butter and thrown about the space. A torso lands at my feet. Panic surges, I need to break out of this. Students turned, running up the chairs and away from the instant killer. It followed, chasing.. hunting.
I drop and move the heavy chest, rolling under the chairs and scooting it back to use the dead as a potential shield. Against what? Bullets? Panic. The screams were starting to thin out. When did the lights go out? Is my breathing getting louder? How many were left now? Only three different screams.. two.. one. Is that it? How long has it been? My breathing was now being drowned out by the rage of my heartbeat in my ears. A sudden gargled scream lets out, only to be forced silent seconds later.
I lay there, being sure not to move or breath more than I could help it. I listened, as much as my heart would let me. There must be some sign of anything. Nothing. I continue to remain still. How much time had passed? Minutes.. hours.. my body ached.
I gather my strength and move, silently as I could, then pause. Still nothing. I move again, and again. Free from the chairs I sit up slowly, my eyes straining for the crack of light in the door. My exit, bright as day. Without another thought, movement, to the door as fast as my screaming body would let me. Jumping the chairs, begging not to fall as I aim for the stairs.
With a slam against the door, stars appear around the edges of my vision. I grab the handle and wrench it open as hard as I can. Blinded. Stumbling out into the corridor I try looking wildly down either side. Thankfully I see movement down the way, I use all the adrenaline I can still muster and run towards it. Another student who continues in a hurry, and it takes everything in me to keep following. They turn the corner quickly, rushing to open a door and slip into a room. I open the door and do the same, slipping inside quietly. Darkness greets me, with a single projector at the front to focus on. My eyes adjust and I look towards the seats, the faces don't see me. It's then I see the one, eyes fixated on me. Why was this so familiar? I stand there a moment. Realization. Terror builds and I open mouth to scream.
click...
Click.
CLICK.
Originally: Posted 29th May 2014 by Hybridpassions
The door by the projector opens quite suddenly, a lanky body walks through. I can't help but let the anticipated draw of air out in a loud sigh, the spell of the moment broken, and glare at the intruder. The professor doesn't acknowledge, a late student most like this early in the morning, making the incision along the abdomen. Oddly enough, I watch the newcomer and not the part I had been looking forward to. They stood there just in front of the door, which gave them an outline but only just. My eyes scan my peers quickly, they were entranced in the very spell I had wanted only moments ago, before returning to the stranger.
A click sounds off, loud enough the professor pauses with a lift of his head and his voice trailing off. He scans the many faces before him with a glance over the rim of his glasses. Another click, louder. A cell phone? Other heads start to move and look along at each other. Another. Louder. Too loud for a cell phone, it must be.. I seek answers and only find the same question greeting me on every face I see. I look towards the stranger once more, still standing there silently.
I move to stand, something was not right. I am not alone in this thought as another student in the front rises. The stranger launches on the movement, bursting forward with sudden speed and a soul retching cry, tearing my peer in half vertically with only it's hands.
Silence. Blood rose into the air in a spray, falling slowly.. dreamlike. Then there was movement, everywhere. Panic. Then there was noise. Screams. The professors screams on action droned out by the young adult mass, screaming in unison, moving in a herd towards the only exit. The thing was still there blocking it, and it did not matter if one body came at it, or ten.. They were sliced apart like a knife in warmed butter and thrown about the space. A torso lands at my feet. Panic surges, I need to break out of this. Students turned, running up the chairs and away from the instant killer. It followed, chasing.. hunting.
I drop and move the heavy chest, rolling under the chairs and scooting it back to use the dead as a potential shield. Against what? Bullets? Panic. The screams were starting to thin out. When did the lights go out? Is my breathing getting louder? How many were left now? Only three different screams.. two.. one. Is that it? How long has it been? My breathing was now being drowned out by the rage of my heartbeat in my ears. A sudden gargled scream lets out, only to be forced silent seconds later.
I lay there, being sure not to move or breath more than I could help it. I listened, as much as my heart would let me. There must be some sign of anything. Nothing. I continue to remain still. How much time had passed? Minutes.. hours.. my body ached.
I gather my strength and move, silently as I could, then pause. Still nothing. I move again, and again. Free from the chairs I sit up slowly, my eyes straining for the crack of light in the door. My exit, bright as day. Without another thought, movement, to the door as fast as my screaming body would let me. Jumping the chairs, begging not to fall as I aim for the stairs.
With a slam against the door, stars appear around the edges of my vision. I grab the handle and wrench it open as hard as I can. Blinded. Stumbling out into the corridor I try looking wildly down either side. Thankfully I see movement down the way, I use all the adrenaline I can still muster and run towards it. Another student who continues in a hurry, and it takes everything in me to keep following. They turn the corner quickly, rushing to open a door and slip into a room. I open the door and do the same, slipping inside quietly. Darkness greets me, with a single projector at the front to focus on. My eyes adjust and I look towards the seats, the faces don't see me. It's then I see the one, eyes fixated on me. Why was this so familiar? I stand there a moment. Realization. Terror builds and I open mouth to scream.
click...
Click.
CLICK.
Originally: Posted 29th May 2014 by Hybridpassions
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