Listless eyes stared blankly into space as Whitney sat in her seat, waiting for the lesson to end. The words of the lecturer had long been reduced to a mere buzz sound, along with the background noise in the class. She had nothing against the teacher of course, the man being one of the few normal professors whose classes she found somewhat interesting at the least. So, no, she did not hate the class. There were simply more important things to think about at the moment. Her eyes drifted down to her wrist covered in the soft cream material of her long sleeved shirt. Her other hand came up and slowly moved the sleeve back, revealing the cause of all her worries. There was only one circle left in the rope encirclement. A good quarter of the white symbol was already gone, seeing as she had already spent some hours of her last day in classes. A self deprecating scoff escaped her lips at the morbid thought. It was still hard to believe that in less than twelve hours, she would
As she made her way through the hallways in the building, Whitney realized just how good it felt to have delivered such a verbal beat down. That was something she would never had done normally but in light of recent events, she had no intentions of dying without letting that infuriating girl know exactly what she thought of her. As the day's lessons were still ongoing, most of the students were in class, with only a few upperclassmen roaming the school freely as they had less lectures to attend. The weather was pleasant enough that some of them opted to simply lie on the soft grass publicly. Whitney slowed her pace as she observed them. A pang of envy sought to rise up in her heart but she ruthlessly squashed it. With everything that was going on, she did not have time to spare for pettiness. Soon the large building that had been allocated to the witches and the Hunters came into view. For a few seconds, Whitney stood there and wondered if it would be worth it to go inside. S
Vincent sighed wearily as he stared at the multiple texts spread out all over the desk before him. There were different large books and documents scattered across the surface of the desk. Each of the reading materials were from his personal library that sat just a few feet away in the form of several large bookshelves that lined the walls of the room he was in. Despite most of the residential staff having separate lodging which had been provided for them by the administration, the two Exorcists had preferred to live with the participants of the program. With the anti-undead properties of her Relic, Diana had opted to stay with the vampires. That left Vincent with the option to stay in the building that housed both the witches and the Hunters. While it might not have been the most optimal arrangement for him, he had been willing to live with it. There had been no words spared when the importance of every individual in the program had been imposed on them. Whilst the Hunters woul
To the consternation of both Hunter and Exorcist, the mafia boss's news had not ended there. Having found the whole thing more than a little concerning, Antonio had gone on to look deeper into the matter and the results had been as surprising as they had been alarming. Apparently the same scenario had occurred in multiple locations throughout the city. Numerous people had been reported absent from their workplaces and when the mafia boss had investigated those cases, he found the absentees in the same state as his men. To say Lee and Vincent had found this disturbing would be an understatement. But even more concerning was the discovery Antonio had made while he had been digging around. The boss had made good use of his connections to obtain the locations of most of the victims' homes as well as their workplaces. Just as he had suspected, practically all of them had been based in the less than privileged sections of the city. Such locations were where the dregs of society dw
Diana made her way briskly across campus. Since she was now a bit more familiar with the school layout, it took her less time than before to get to the administrative building. Sparing little time to respond to the greetings that were sent her way, Diana moved with fairly hurried steps until she reached the office of the head of the school. Although this time she was not here to meet him, not directly at least. "Good morning Lisa," she greeted as she approached the receptionist's desk. The younger lady smiled faintly at first as her mind worked to recall the woman before her. When she did, her smile became more profound. "Hello, Diana right? What can I help you with?" "I was wondering if the principal had returned to office?" "Oh, unfortunately that has not happened. He has yet to recover completely." "Does this happen often?" Diana questioned. Lisa responded with a small shake of her head. "Actually no. Mr Rhodes rarely ever gets sick and never to this extent. Wh
Lucio Romano let out a breathy sigh and watched it turn into mist in the slight cold of the evening. He had been asked to pick up the boss's daughter from school. It was a task that was usually assigned to him, and he had long since grown accustomed to it. He even found it somewhat pleasant. The long periods of waiting for the last bell to ring normally provided him with some time to think. And there was a lot to think about this time. He had never really been much of a superstitious individual. At least that was until he had been shot and poisoned by an undead skeleton. His right hand came up to rub his left shoulder in reminiscence. It had already been days since the attack on Anna where he had been injured but he still felt occasional tingles of phantom pain in the arm. The wound had healed up nicely since then. The arrow had been needle-like in shape as it was never designed to kill immediately but rather to deliver its target to a slow cruel death by poisoning. After tha
"It seems I have once again underestimated the lengths these people can go to achieve their aims." "I'm guessing this is bad then." "Putting it lightly, yes." Jade groaned loudly. "Great. Another thing to worry about." The common room had been partially transformed to something that resembled a cross between a horror movie and the laboratory of a mad scientist. Empty vials and breakers were kept aside on standby while the ones containing one substance or another were kept atop the table. There were also several glass jars containing various leaves and herbs and what Jade suspected to be animal parts. For the past several hours, she, Olivia and Daniel Whitestone had been examining and running tests on the mysterious cans Vincent and Lee had suddenly dropped off earlier in the day. The erratic behavior of the two as they hurried to leave after bringing the unlabeled items had not stopped then from emphasizing on the importance of the cans. Lee had been vague with his
The sensation of feeling the world around her change rapidly proved to be even more nauseating than Whitney had expected. She fell to her knees, her hands gripping at the grass to help her obtain stability-wait, grass? Amber eyes flashed around in surprise as they confirmed that she had indeed been teleported into a forest. Slowly she got to her feet and created a small flame above her palm to survey her surroundings. Night had since come but the partially thick canopy allowed very little moonlight to reach down to the rest of the forest. Whitney frowned and increased the intensity of the fire in her hand for a better view. Just as she made to step forward, the hairs on the back of her neck tingled and she immediately threw herself sideways in a burst of flame from her feet. Years of reflex training allowed her to control her movement and she rolled herself into a poised crouch several meters away. A cloud of smoke and dust had engulfed the spot she had just escaped from. Ev