Saint-Akzena

Chapter Three

As always, the double door that Steve took led him to a hallway.

-Can I least, have a staircase that goes downstairs!!!

He looked at both the sides and like always, the darkness gave it an illusion that it goes into the void of infinity with is blackness. -19-20-15 He saw with his light another door that he walked to, thus making him entering a new classroom. Where he hoped to find a useful loot.

There were tables instead of desks, made for having two people at each place. He knew that it was a science class. With all these old cylinders made for containing 35mm film for the camera before is time.

He searched in the drawers of the teacher office. Finding lots of virgin Polaroid magazines in their little boxes. Surprised to find such a rarity, Steve took all of them in his back.

He returned the tables, seeing that they also had their pencil cases and their binders on their surface. But this time, they all got a little cylinder of those old photographic film that you putted in the camera while being in the dark. Understanding what matter of studying the students were having. Steve decided to stay a little longer, with one of his passions being there.

At the front of the class, near the office of the teacher. There was on a tripod one of those old instant-made cameras simply knows as the Polaroid. -15-19-20 Steve took it off and pressed the button that surprisingly, made a flash in the class. The squared picture came out in black and Steve putted it on the table next to him.

He found, at the base of the tripod the pannier made for this type of photographic equipment. With a long rope that made his wielders more « cowboy style » with the ability to take it instantly and picture what should be shown to the world. With this, Steve returned to the old days of photo journalism. Where now, it can't be done anymore with all the cellphones in the world. He looked back at the picture he accidently took. As this last captured among the the void what looked like the frame of a movie with so many dragons among the starry infinite of the night. With the rest of a galaxy at the bottom of the image with all the stars that are so close from their lights.

-…He thought as he couldn't know what to do or what to think.

He leaved the photographic class of Saint-Akzena behind, swallowed back into darkness.

Steve continued to run, he turned where the hallway took a different way than forward. He was always between theses damn lockers. With their green firs-like colours, separated by the doors that lead only to classrooms. He continued to see all of this with his circle of light that exorcised the blackness that conquered everything. But when he began to hear the sound of water being dropped down. Steve stopped and turned to where it was made.

In this part of the corridor, the ceiling was in ruins. With parts being absent and/or destroyed, it was with no surprise that the water from outside could easily come down here. Making someone drinking the water of the storm outside. Where life once swamped in the rivers, where the trees breathe, drinks from the rains and received life from the eternal cycle of the solar daylight and the lightweight of the night.

When his belly was filled with the tears of the nature. Steve continued his exploration in this destroyed part of the school. He saw a few pillars that replaced the lockers at both sides. He touched them, feeling the weakness that they all had just with the push of his hands. He understood that it could break at any moment and condemn this corridor to a death end. While burrowing the rest from all the school and the world outside that he tasted a little part of it.

He decided to take a rest, sitting on the bench between the columns. His light illuminated the ceiling, showing him paintings of books being open, like if they all had been in side a tornado. At the top of the pillars, they were these prizes that Saint-Akzena had won over the years of his life. Protected by the windows, the copies of some literature made by amateurs were shown to the teenager here.

Curious to know what kind of books could have made it to the pleasure of a snobbish jury. Steve ascended on his bench, looking more at what they could have looked like on the cover. Knowing that it was too tall for him to reach. In case of vandalism…

-Yeah but there's nothing more to steal here…I'm contradicting myself…

At least, he could see the picture of the teenagers that won. With their face filled with an innocent naïveté. Steve laughed with a grin, like a flash into this entire void empty of colours made by light.

At this, Steve heard another strand of happiness. Which he turned to be face to face with one that had the blackness in both the eyes. It screamed a howl that came from the deepest of its human body. He closed his mouth by smashing is baseball bat on the shining teeth that flew away into the corridor. It felt on the ground, never had been hit to a human that dared to defend himself. As such, the teenager raised his weapon and expressed his terror that he lived by demolishing its head.

It stopped moving and it didn't seem having a nap on the floor.

The killer could now begin to hear back the screaming of things that searched for an answer. Much like a wolf into the forest that howled towards his pack. It resonated to him, in the same hallway that he was. At this, he continued his way and resumed a jogging that was short-lived. Due that he found a double door on the side of the wall.

He entered the other side, and with fear filling in his veins. Steve took the base bat ball and placed it in the two handles. Thus, buying him a good advance to those that sounded closer and closer.

His escaping continued, as he ran into a hallway that was particular. It didn't have any doors or lockers. One side had the portrait of people that seemed to be the teachers in this school. With their clean-style clothes and a book that they each hold in their hands.

He could see the titles of a numerous novels and collections that he recognized. With some that he didn't understand how these adults could have appreciated what was boredom to him. However, he could see some that he liked too, like the cover of the painting illustrating a madame in her own portrait. With the name of Emma written in big, and the one of Jane Austen being a small one under the star of this book.

Arrived at the end of the corridor, he couldn't believe what his light showed him. It was like he predicted before, with a ruined ceiling ready to collapse at any time. Only that this time, it was made long ago. With a part of the upper floor being here, blocking the exit of those that he escaped.

Panicking, Steve looked everywhere and by what he considered to be luck, he found on the other side a pair of gates. He ran towards it and read what was written in big just up;

English Department

4th Secondary

His hand turned in half the handle that was locked. Swearing as he could begin to hear them beating a door. Steve broke the glass of the window with his flashlight. He passed his arm at the other side to open it. Thus entering in a new room, as those things made the sound of wood being cracked far behind.

It was a bunch of offices that were present in this place. Where they were all placed in their case-style workplace. He ran towards the nearest door that he could see the beginning of a new hallway. Instead of taking it, he decided to hide under one of the teachers' offices.

Making his light dying for the time being. The teenager closed his eyes to see his own blackness. As they approached, with all their footsteps that sounded like the drums of hell. -18-15-13 They ran in the department, screaming their acute sounds, as he shacked himself while holding his breath with his hands. They continued where the door was opened, directing the current of death towards where they disappeared in the far silence that swallowed their present existence.

Steve opened his eyes, as he made the same with his light. Thinking that he was this much scared to reacting like a baby. He was surprised that his pants were still dry.

He came out of his hideout and checked for any form of loot he could exploit from theses offices. At the end of his pillage, he decided to take the same path that the hostilities took, empty handed.

This new path had at his left a large and long window that continued towards the darkness in front of him. He approached the glass and looked with is light what was behind it. Seeing the surface of large, handmade wooden tables. With their old-style banker lamps and numerous books that laid on them. They didn't look like scholar's manuals but simple, fun-to-read novels. As such, Steve began to run into the hallway. Looking for the entrance of the library of such a place like this hell.

He found it, a mere minute after continuing to run for something he didn't want to escape. With the absence of handles and any locks, Steve simply pushed this strange door. Thus entering the intellectual part of Saint-Akzena.

At first, there was a large display made of stones. With their lamps and a numerous pile of books.

-Well, they needed this much of employees for such many students here. As he realized all the lockers that could be counted here in all the corridors.

He walked by, thus being now in the middle of many, many large tables for the readers. His light reflected what seemed to be the rows of libraries. He goes where the books were present.

Wondering what kind of literature this place could have, Steve saw the categories engraved on the tall furniture. Where he could see the words such as tales, graphic novels, poetry, religions, epics, adventures and science fiction. He knew that if he decided to stay here, being a prisoner of this hell will be a confirmation.

He entered in one of the rows that had the religious texts at one side and a lot of encyclopedia on the other. He read the titles of the sacred ones, hoping to find an occult book with a name weird enough to be like the word « Akzena ».

The Bible, the Quran, the Zahur, the Tanakh, the Torah, etc. They were all books that Steve knew and didn't really care. Excepted for the last one that he took with him. Because he needed Yahweh more than ever. Here in the lair of the devil made of blackness and its demonic students. He opened the pages, horrified to see and smell the reddish substance that flew from the divine words themselves. The Jewish let his sacred text being dropped, thinking that it was infested by the blood of those things.

He forced himself not to pray. Thinking that what was there could attack the one that he believes in just by making a bridge between him and Him. After he continued into the same row, he saw multiple encyclopedia on the organized crime. With titles such as The Mastermind of the Black Market, The Mafias in the World and other titles that didn't kept his attention here.

He returned on his way, being back at the tables that also had their binders on them. All were open with the pencil cases at their sides. The one that was the closest had a few mathematical formulas on the laws of physics. He got an idea and checked if any homework had a date written on it;

Marie Marshall 23 January 1966

Knowledge Test #6

Steve wasn't interested in the rest. Having at least an answer to one of his many questions on here: 1966.

-So this school was normal before this date…Heh, Miss Marshall, if I ever find you again. You got to have a good answer!!! He thought as the homework got folded into one of his many pockets.

At such, he decided to return into the books. Entering between the poetry and the novels. He recognized some's titles well and was frustrated that this place was as dangerous than haunted. For if it was indeed simply abandoned, he would make a numerous of raids just by picking up the books. Knowing that he will need space in his backpack for later. In case he finds something more valuable than what can be a rare jewelry of literature.

In the end between the rows, Steve saw a light that floated itself in the blackness of this place. He didn't understand what it was, but it entered in the one row that the teenager decided to go too, not knowing why.

It was bilingual dictionaries that laid on the shelves. He read the titles in English, Spanish, French and in the Japanese writing. When he stopped, the shining globe stood in the middle of the way and passed though the wall recovered with books. Steve ran towards where it goes. And saw the edge of a little book painted in red, right between two gigantic due to their vast volumes of pages.

Steve opened it at the first page, where an old picture that was tanned with time could be found. It showed the image of a standing stone as taller than a full-grown tree. Surrounded by what seemed to be priests. With their hands hold towards the tip of the monument. Where they were connected with by the plasmid lighting that they each hold with it. He didn't understand the proof of magic, but he still continued to read the pages.

12 December 1966

It's still snowing

Ashes are snowing

Laughs are snowing

But it's still snowing…

14 December 1966

The snow has stopped to fall because of this miraculous hail. A lot of cars had their windows destroyed because they were that big. A lot of the windows of the school had too, including the one of the greenhouse classroom. But unfortunately, get going to get repaired soon…

16 December 1966

I don't know if you do, but I began to listening the voice of a girl. She never stops to whisper me theses numbers. I'm one of the only one that had been chosen. Yannick at the cafeteria said that when he's going for the basketball. An inhuman voice whisper to him too. He said that's it's because of that « b***h » that he got replaced by Martin. But like me, when he returns home and he's not here in school. The numbers aren't chanting.

20 December 1966

I've got to get out of there. I did my research at the library today. Listen, I know the real meaning of the word « Akzena » contrarily to the others. Our teachers lies to us all and I was right to know that it wasn't a human name. There's so much s**t that the others don't know. But why did I have to discover such a truth. I don't see the same world anymore…tomorrow, there's a bus that going to stop into town and continue towards Toronto. I know that making a runaway isn't a good thing for my future. But if I stay in this school, I know that I will never have the chance had one. I wanted to talk about it to Yannick but the risks of him talking to the cops are too high. As such, they will bring me back here and let the Akzena judge me. I sold dad’s Rolex and I took the money of Clara. I know it's bad but I need every chance for surviving far from here. I let this diary here that I was just beginning to the future students of this place. Hoping that they will do the same. I will not say who I am because they will know too much. But please, for the lord of God, leave this place. Does it as you are still alive.

-Yeah… Thanks for the advice dude.

He checked the other pages that were as blank than the taste of water. He found that this person was lucky to escape such a place. Steve decided to keep this artifact of Saint-Akzena with him. Hoping to find the guy that must have become an old man far away outside.

He left the bookcases and get where the tables were set. Exceeding the open binders and their notes made of the knowledge that this school had educated once upon a time.

He walked between all the large wooden furniture. Thus, being at the centre of the library.

He saw the surface of what seemed to be the edge of a tall fountain. Steve turned his light towards what was made of stones and ceramics. Where at the basement, an old water could be found. Motionless, prisoners and frozen by its inactivity.

At the top of this monument stood the statue of a howl. With its wings deployed towards the sky, with his silver-like skin that shined at the contact of his light.

Steve made the turn around it and saw a dagger at the back of the animal. It was attached with metallic ropes and it was as long as a rule. He made a step in the lukewarm water that never felt so alive with these new waves. His free hand taking the handle of the tall knife and by raising it off is protection. Steve gained what seemed to be a ceremonial dagger. Like those in the religions from the Middle East and the north of the Indian world.

He came out of the little pool, with his jeans being wet just like before. 7-1-13 He didn't care about it, knowing that his whole body was covered with the blackness that was the inner fire of this hell.

He found what looked like a commemorative tablet that was places at the edge of the fountain. It was engraved on the metal itself;

This belongs to the founder of Saint-Akzena, Albert Addam Levin.

1684-1781

Used as a symbol of this school from the first day.

The ceremonial dagger brings to our students' knowledge, justice and the universal destiny.

-Justice and universal destiny? He thought, as he illuminated the fountain and his new weapon.

Steve turned back to the rest of the tables and he walked between some of them. Getting closer and closer to the entrance by following the long window at his side. Where behind, he could see with are eyes only the gigantic silhouette of something with a square shape.

His light showed him what was at the other side. And at his surprise, the front a truck could be seen. A vehicle that opened its « eyes » towards the one that got illuminated at his turning.

Steve closed his eyes that were hurt by this artificial light. He retreated back between the tables as he heard the sounds of glasses being broken and falling into pieces. Then, he felt a strong vibration everywhere, like if the thunder outside actually smashed his way on the wall in front of him.

It rolled back, as he could hear the ice cream truck taking a momentum. Just to strike back once again, hitting the base of the wall. Where it began to show multiple fractures on its surface made of bricks. Its lights continued to look at the panicked teenager that asked to himself;

-What the f**k did I do to deserve such a nightmare?!?

He ran between the tables and approached the edge of the counter. With his multiple pyramids of books that felt down. -4-20-8 Due to the next shot of the truck that hurts the wall even more.

Steve jumped on and slipped to the other side. Where a door was there. He thought that it will lead him to a new path for escaping. As such, he turned the handle and entered where it was only an office that could be found.

Swearing all the mean words now in the English language, the teenager looked at the ceiling. Where he found the entrance of an aeration conduct. Smiling at this, he raised himself on the office. As the sound of bricks being thrown by a destroyed wall could be heard.

Far in the silence that couldn't be heard, alongside with their inhuman howling's.

Steve grabbed himself after the edges of the trap and raised his legs. -5-4-18 Giving his weighted to be held towards what got snatched from the ceiling.

It falls as he did too. Hearing the tables being crushed by what sang innocently its childish music. Steve closed the door as the shock of the counter made of stone could be felt. He saw the cabinet next to the entrance and overthrows it. Buying him sometimes, as a large destroyed stone could be heard. With the wheels getting far away, ready for the final smash.

Steve raised himself once again on the office and he putted his hands inside the ceiling. Forcing them to raise his body and all that was in his backpack. Thus, he entered the conduct and crawled his way far from where he entered. His heart beating like never before, Steve didn't even feel time passing. -1-7-15- As he lost them after what seemed him to be an eternity.

He arrived in front of a dead end, with a wire rack that prevented him from continuing forward.

Steve retreated, turned himself and with his legs, he pushed the obstacle that broke from the rest of the conduct. As such, he crawled over it and reached where the way goes down. Like a long slide that continued deep into the darkness. 13-8-5 He didn't like it but, with not having really a choice. He positioned himself, his light showing him the way, his dagger between his teeth and his footing at first where he slides.

He felt like a cold again, having « fun » descending the conduct. Where it finished by an exit made of a wire rack. His shoes punched its surface that didn't fall off into the hallway. Thanking is Lord for such luck.

He putted his fingers into the multiple holes and took the wire rack that he pushed with his right shoulder. Taking it off and putting it left to him, inside the conduct. Where he jumped off to be now in a new corridor.

-1-4-1 He looked at the first door that he saw, reading the numbers 2018 above it. Knowing that he's not at the first floor.

-Ah crap…and my hopes vanished in half…he thought as he began to felt once again the cold, winter-like temperature of the second floor.

He continued to walk into this hallway, which ended into a dead end. With a simple door that had at both are sides two posters protected in their windows.

-Ah not again!

He didn't want to look at them and he didn't. Steve simply turned the handle of the door and entered where it seemed to be an office. With an old bank vault behind the well-designed desk. And a cabinet at his left, recovered with chains that protected the outside world from what it had inside. With all the huge padlocks that were placed randomly with all the protections. On the top of this furniture, it was painted in a blood-like reddish colour;

Here is resting the body of Abraham Ladey

The School director of saint-Akzena that stood against its projects

12 December 1947-18 April 1951

-Yeah, I too don't really understand…

With a flash of terror that came like a lightning from the sky. Steve turned himself with his knife and light. Illuminating and pointing the man that lighted what he began to smoke with his lighter. He was much older him. With its New York cap that hidden his face, the adult asked the boy;

-Would you kindly stop enlighten me like that? My eyes are used to the blackness of this hell.

-Ah yeah sorry…He said as he placed his circle of light towards the floor.

-Good, thank you…Said the man that showed his face that was in his mid thirties.

He walked towards Steve, having to a raincoat that was dry as a desert. -19-2-5 The light that the teenager hold helped him seeing that the man was unshaven and had a tough character on his face. One that looked that the improvised tomb, with curiosity that could be read in his eyes.

-Yeah, I too have no idea what the hell it is. I would love to meet this Abraham. So that he can explain to me what happens in this shithole of a school. By the way, he would he pretty useful by knowing where to go. I don't think this place liked him very much. I mean look at that!

-I admit that I don't understand what's happening here. But what's the most important is to get the f**k out of there.

-Indeed, by the way, have you seen a young woman who…

-Scarlett? Exclaim the teenager that cut the sentence of the man. I know her, I meet her but we separated both our way because something chased us. You know who she is?

-Of course, she's my wife.

Being even more surprised by this. Steve shut himself on that. Finding it strange that Scarlett had never spoken of her husband or another person than her daughter. As such, he regretted his decision to speak her name. He asked after;

-Did you find a way out?

-If I already found it my boy, I would have brought the entire Canadian Forces. I can assure you that.

-Ha ha, well thanks again sir…?

-John. Jonathan Heine.

-Steve. Steve Ackers answered the teenager by proposing a shaking hand. Which the adult didn't make a move to.

-OK then…you got an idea to escape?

-I don't know…finding a window and leaving by jumping my way out? Responded the boy, unsure of his idea.

-Forget that, there's not any one at the first floor and those of the others up are far too high to jump without breaking our legs.

-You mean that we could break our legs and survive after?

-Yes, but theses fuckers could certainly come out and take us back with our broken legs. And I would not like to begin thinking what comes after. So, don't do it boy.

-OK I get it. So, you know the way towards the first floor?

-Yeah, what do you hope to find there?

-I don't know, but I know that I will escape first. Didn't you hear the sounds of wheels in this school?

Surprised and comforted to hear this. -5-13-9 John said « yes » by the only movement of his head. Knowing now that he didn’t become to this point.

-OK boy, be ready to follow me. Because by what I took to come here, it all began with a staircase.

The man raised his hand and put it inside his raincoat. Where he unsheathed a long revolver. Steve saw the tool that John had brought with him, being now much more terrified than before. Knowing now for which reason this man looked for his wife.

-That my boy is a Smith & Wesson 686. It always shreds are targets from the beginning in here. This jewel saved me more than once from theses fuckers. But I always had to use it at the last resort. I mean, the silence is always, always there.

-Cool, you know well our weapon.

-Of course! I own the armoury in town. Believe me, having known, I would have brought my friends by bringing Christmas much sooner in the year and this shithole would have been cleaned.

-We're going to see that when we're will be out. Now we got to find this staircase. By the way, do you think your big gun here could unlock the handle of the main door?

-Pretty sure it will. We only need to come down to find it.

-Perfect said the teenager. As he walked towards the door, took the handle, turned it and opened the door. Leading him and the adult back into the hallway. Where they retook their way.

The man said by hand signs which way take. Steve followed him on his back, holding his dagger tight. They exceeded the classroom doors and many lockers, while walking where it began to have a little surface of water on the floor. Ackers began to think that with time, the building grew a few imperfections here and there. Allowing the water from the storm outside to come here, down with the only humanity left in all this blackness.

The man turned on the right side, when the hallway spitted in two. Hoping that he knew what he was doing, Steve remarked that this corridor didn't have any lockers. Only a long window that made the left side. With flowers being painted like a field at the bottom of this long glass that only showed him an eternal darkness behind.

After this, it was a double door that made the end of this hallway. This one was opened by the two gates, showing the teenager a dead corpse of one of those things. Even in death, their eyes and mouths didn't know the absence of the eternal blackness.

The water at their feet was mixed with what seemed to be a blackish ink that flew towards the new corridor that continued after the open doors.

-That's how they look like when they are dead said John. As he pointed the huge hole on the chest of what was gunned down.

Steve took a moment to think, then he asked for the adult to hold his light. An action that he decided when Steve took the pannier with his Polaroid in it. He also demands for the light to be turned off. With a smile on his face, John followed the order. Thus, Ackers took a picture of what was unreal to this world.

-Are you doing this for what I'm thinking right now? Asked the man as he turned the light on.

-Yup! Our reinforcements will not believe us without any forms of proofs. Plus, you can't trick the picture of a Polaroid one. Trust me, I know.

-Whatever you say…

As they talked on why he took a picture. Something that was in the classroom next to the hallway that they were seeing the two. Being behind this large window, it didn't want to break what was an art of the many disciples of the master of this place. As such, it walked towards the door to open it. Seeing them with his reddish views on everything, including one of its dead brothers. It began to run towards those whom it jumped on.

Hearing an inhuman scream behind that echoed into the corridor. Steve turned himself and saw the beast that had jumped on the adult. This last was fighting to reclaim his mobility. As the thing tried to bite where a neck could be found.

The teenager took the hair and pulled the screaming head towards him. One that stopped by getting his throat cut off by the unique dagger of this place.

It was a frozen blackness that flew off the sliced veins. -13-6-5 It erupted and splashed everywhere on the floor and the man with the raincoat that couldn't resist saying:

-Jesus Christ kid!!!

-Oh I'm sorry for saving you. By th…

He couldn't finish his sentence, as they all howled in the deep of these hallways. With the ceilings and floors that trembled by the forces of their footsteps.

The two looked at each other and answered both towards the other just by reading their eyes. They began to run into the new corridor that had only a simple door on one side. A path that the teenager took to open it. Letting John continuing in his panic far away into the corridor.

He closed and locked it. Turned off his light and sat down, his back on the bottom of the door. With his hands on his ears, all while crying. As the sounds of a few gunshots screamed like those things that howled even more.

When the cold silence returned, Steve brought back his light in here, where the blackness his present on everything. Only to be conjured by what he could see with.

The teenager looked where he was and he was surprised to see all those old vintage computers on the tables of this gigantic school.

-So…there's like a classroom of computers for each academic level…as he thought, remembering the department of English only for the 4th grades.

He walked between the large desks. Seeing now that he was closer a large hole in each screen of theses big boxes that were the technology of its time. He even bothered to press the Power button. Which, of course, didn't change anything.

At the side of the teacher office stood a television that mostly had the age of his grandfather.

It was placed on a tall and large support made only for theses electronics devices. Probably the only thing that the students were clapping their hands for the sole presence. He checked the drawers that didn't have anything valuable in them. As such, he leaved the class.

Being back in the hallway that stood in silence. With a few howls that screamed deep into the darkness that was present above into the corridor and this world. He continued forward, listening to a thunder that shacked a silence filled with the winds that forced the walls outside.

He arrived in front of a new double door that they were wide open. Thus, he entered a third hallway.

-Man, am I crossing the width of this place…???

In this new path, there was a large painting at his left, where none doors and lockers could be found. Protected by a large window like the one showing an inhuman Chinatown world. However, this one was as unusual to look at. Even if it was a large field of tall grass, with the firs behind and the mountain that could be seeing in the landscape. At the centre, there were standing what seemed first as a centaur. But it couldn't be one, with his spider's legs that made him great in the painting. And a long snake-like neck that finished with a dragonish head. At such an art, Steve took his Polaroid, framed the wide painting and only took in a square take the reptilian being in the field of grass.

The flash recovered the saint and its environment. After the picture came out of the engine, Steve headed to the signatures that were written at the bottom;

Samira Skyle Setsuko Okawa Eleanor Sévigne

Framing these names, Steve took them in pictures. Which he placed them in the pocket inside his raincoat. -19-20-5 Having now three identities that he will search after escaping this place. He could resist to let a smile rising on his face.

He turned towards the rest of the hallway that he walked on. Finding a drinking fountain placed in the wall. He wasn't surprised that no water came to a dead place like the one he was kept in.

At the end of the hallway, where he could find the edge of another double door being opened. Steve saw with his light someone on the floor, sat down in the face of the blackness that continued. -4-6-21 Her dark-African hair that was going down along on her dress. She seemed to be snubbing for a reason that Steve didn't know. He didn't care and prepared himself with his dagger.

She raised herself up, while crying her life out of her absents eyes. Where only the red of the human anatomy could be seen. At this, Steve couldn't stop himself saying;

-What that f…

-Do not listen to the number please. Don't try to know that their meaning means and left this hell! She said, with the smell of burned flesh coming of her talking tongue.

At theses words, she turned towards the shadows and she fled without making any sounds. Steve began to run too, hoping to find her, but she already vanished.

Seeing a door that was left opened, Steve decided to enter where the spectre entered. He was disappointed when he found what was a simple work office.

With the furniture here, it was clear that the person who had this private space must have been a high-ranking teacher or any other member of the personnel here. There was a lot of papers being placed on the walls. He wondered why and at this, Steve decided to close the door. Which it was written;

Headmistress Mrs. Talia O’Donnell

-Headmistress...She must have a lot of information if I want to get out of there.

He goes towards the office, inspecting what was in the drawers filled only filled with paperwork.

Swearing as he didn't find any evacuation plan, Steve didn't even bother to close what he opened. -3-11-5 However, he found a paper on the office, something that wasn't there when he entered.

He took the document and illuminated is surface. Where it was written;

In this school, older than the centuries that passed, lies one of the key elements of the Universal Creation. Find it into the text of this experience, the missing diary of the Angel Herself.

Steve didn't understand what mean this written note, as such, he let it on the office. And left the room without closing the door behind.

Now seeing the tall and large hallway that stood before him, with his numerous doors that let it enter the same kinds of offices. The teenager stopped bothering with them, and he exceeded all theses entrances. Knowing that if the office of a headmistress didn't even have any evacuation plan, those working under her mostly didn't have either.

-Dumbest. School. EVER…

He saw that the corridor continued forwards and on is right. -22-5-24 Being always going right in front of him, Steve was surprised of the second opinion, which he took.

At the left side, he saw back the green lockers that were all locked with their padlocks. And after he walked for a while, a double door could be found between the two rows. -1-18-5 They were closed, contrary to the pairs on the other side. Which Steve approached to take the handle, only to touch the cold surface of a perfectly painted wall. Being fooled by the foundation itself. As much to hearing the voice of an old lady singing behind the fictional doors;

-Èwy vrtuthè vrtu wtuzztu saoïésztu spth è wuthtumtués wèwysp zèzztumvr...

He raised his dagger towards the gates, retreated towards the hallway and they ran the rest of it. Where it ended with a pair of open doors that lead him to where a staircase was going down the first floor!