On the RunThrough one side of the lift hall and out the other they run. Veering left to the nearest escape route. Passing a crowd of local glue-heads shrouded in the gloominess amidst the rocks below a dark archway; sniffing from their bags, who assuming one boy is chasing the other and begin cheering.
Panicking, the boys pick up their pace and exit the smokey haze for the cleaner yellow river area. Stopping only when they reach the city centre and the safety of the academy. Choking, chests heaving and gasping for breath, they collapse to the damp grass.
Their heads pounding in rhythm to the pumping beats of their hearts. Trying to make sense of what had just occurred, what they'd just seen, yet knowing all the same. Fear seeping into their every pore, and Seamus Whelan begins to cry, th
