Sechson had reached the end of a hall, and stood in front of two large wooden doors. They were much taller than him, varnished dark brown, and fitted with hinges and fixtures that looked like brass or gold. A second, smaller door to his right unlocked with a loud click. A red Skeith stepped out from a dark room. He couldn’t see much from where he stood, and the Skeith closed the door behind him. He looked Sechson up and down.
Af’ernoon. The Servant of the Message has been esspectin
Sechson nodded with respect,
I understand. Thank
The Skeith turned, opened the small door, and walked back in. Sechson waited as a few moments passed. There was a loud clunk, what sounded like metal sliding against metal, and then another clunk. The wooden double doors opened by themselves, and he took this as a cue to go forward.
The room was darkened, but he could tell it was massive. The ceiling extended several meters into the air, and he couldn’t see the sides of the room to his left and right. Before him was what looked to be either a stage or a pulpit, one and a half meters tall, made of wood. A large glass tunnel went down what appeared to be the center of the room (to Sechson’s right), large enough for only a single person to comfortably walk through it. It extended to the pulpit, up some stairs to it. The entire structure was surrounded by this glass, like a forcefield. An aquarium came to Sechson’s mind as he looked at it. Inside was a figure. They weren’t a neopian, or a Fæ.
He was tall, and so white as to be blinding. There was no color at all to his body & clothes: skin, hair, and even the irises of his eyes were an empty white. He wore a business suit, enrobed by a stole that went down to his knees, all the same color as the rest of him. He sat in a large wooden chair, leaned forward, with one arm on the arm of the chair, and held up a large white chalice with the other.
Sechson. he nodded,
Pleasure to see you.
he spoke fast and with a stentorian voice,
I hope you’ve been
The sound always struck him with a moment of panic when he spoke. Some kind of insinctual wrongness. The Bori reached a reasonable distance to the pulpit and lowered himself to one knee, and bowed his head. The pale figure took a drink from the chalice, ice inside clinked against the sides.
Do you know why I’ve sent for you?
I do not, sir.
Mmm. First, it is a thing of contrivance. It was only by an
improbable coincidence that I was made aware of this… and how
you would be perfect for the job. And secondly… he
shifted in his chair,
it is because… I’m proud of you.
You’ve done much, for your age. Passed your sixth test, by a wide
margin. And now, sooner than expected, you’re getting your
seventh, directly from me this time.
Thank you, very much sir. I’m honored.
Mmm, of course. Have you heard the outsiders speak? Of tragic
accidents, and strange creatures? From those worldly people not
protected by our faith?
No sir, Sechson shook his head,
I have not.
Well, you have now. These stories are apparently true. There is
a demonic foulness bubbling up within this city. And I think… with
your talents… and the faith, the divine Rage, that I’ve seen in
you, that you can help us in solving this crisis.
No, no, not demons. Let me finish. Dangerous monsters
aligned with demons. You understand?
I’ll… try my best.
Of course. I want you to go out, among the faithless, and seek
all that is known about
ghouls. Track them, record all that
you find, and bring that information to us.
Among the faithless?
I’m not worried. Your faith is strong. You should worry far
more about ghouls. You can filter the lies of this world, but
tooth and claw will be far harder to ignore.
I understand. I’ll go right away.
The figure smiled, but not much, as he leaned back and raised
his chalice higher:
Good. I am putting great faith in you. Do not dissapoint
Thank you. I’m honored, and humbled by you.
Kenji walked with his hands in his pockets. The only thing that stood out from the background darkness was his reddish fur, and the streetlights behind him. He walked down the concrete sidewalk, slow and deliberate, as he fought his sleepiness off. He reached the bottom of the hill, and turned on the trail that led into the college campus. His eyes closed to blink.
He snapped his eyes back open, and shook his head. Vert walked beside him to his right, and waved at him. He felt panic inside him, and his heart started to beat far faster as he realized his surroundings had changed.
Are you sleepwalkin or what?
Kenji blinked a few more times and shook his head again.
maybe? I’m sorry. Didn’t do anything embarrassing, did
What? No, you were just kinda walkin around.
That’s… strange. I guess… walked around campus enough while
awake to… ano… make it around okay.
That’s kinda cool actually! Don’t do that though. It’s probably
not good for you.
It’s okay… I think. Just need to go to the library.
At this hour? Vert scoffed, but still looked concerned,
Kenji, you’re in no state to be reading anything, you’re gonna
fall over in there and I’m gonna have to drag you out.
A chill went up the back of his neck when she said that. He ignored it, and shook his head.
No, no… I hope not. I’m
Hm-mm, nah. I’m going with you.
Kenji began to protest, but just sighed, then nodded.
Alright. Sorry. You didn’t have to…
Hey, it’s no problem. I uh… feel bad about you guys losing your
room. I really hope you don’t think….
No, no. Don’t worry. I didn’t assume anything.
Oh, thank goodness. I even tried to convice her to choose a
different one, but it was already decided, apparently. Well… did
it work out okay?
I think so. We have a place now.
Oh, that’s good.
Kenji looked back up at her as they walked
you out here so late?
Vert changed her expression to resignation:
stuff. Rose drilled us for hours on our lines, me
The drama club president.
He remembered the Lupe from earlier, dressed in blue,
Yeah. She’s not usually like this, I swear, she’s just… she’s
just in a really, really bad mood about the whole thing.
She says she’s
making up for lost time, but I don’t
care, it’s exhausting. It’s a good thing I like
The Forest Prince, or else I’d probably get so fed up… I
might even look for a different club entirely at that point.
Vert and Kenji arrived at the same building that he’d walked out of not even a few hours ago. Though now there wasn’t a boombox to pump out rock music on the steps. The entrance to the library was a massive semicircle of stairs that led up to a platform, and into many glass double doors, though at this late hour, only one pair was unlocked. Vert entered first, and there was a small bell chime that went off as they opened the door.
The inside of the library was massive, and you could tell even from just the receptionist’s desk. The entire place was made of wood, tiled together or in huge beams. Occasionally, the odd pillar or shelf would have a smattering of leaves, as though alive and had been grown into shape rather than cut. Just visible were ostentatious and detailed stained glass windows, in motifs of trees, scholars, ancient royalty, and the yellow and green sun, the heraldic crest of Brightvale. There seemed to be a dark blue fog, visible in the distance, but Kenji assumed that it was just the sparse lighting, his imagination, or his sleepiness. A tired Yurble looked up from a book at their desk.
Oh, you’re up late aren’t ye?
Hey, yeah, sorry. My friend here needed something.
Fine, sure, they nodded,
just be careful, some of the
lights are off.
Thank you. Vert nodded.
They both went deeper into the library, Vert close behind Kenji. He scuffed the carpet as he walked a few times, by accident. She looked around. After a moment of silence, she spoke up to him.
So what’s all this about huh?
Oh, ah… club stuff.
You too? At this hour? Why can’t you do it
Can’t. Full day of classes tomorrow.
Good grief. Did you tell them that?
You should have.
Mm. Kenji stopped by a shelf, and looked at the section
label on it.
130 — Parapsychology, Paranormal, & Occultism
He turned and walked down into the darkness, and Vert
followed. Kenji pulled out and looked at some books. He’d
pulled a list, a small slip of paper, from his pocket, and checked
for something, book titles, she assumed.
Looking for something specifically?
Sou, sou. Looking for… accurate? Truthful? he looked to her
Is that the word?
Yeah, I guess so. he nodded as she continued,
I take it
some of these are more reliable than others?
Yes. Most are pretend.
She raised her eyebrows and looked to the side, but didn’t say anything about what she was thinking.
So what is all this for? I thought you knew this stuff
Well no, not all. But it’s not for me, this time. There’s… a
Ah, nice! Wait, then why didn’t they just come
Not public. Only… go to school here are allowed in. After
Wait… he’s in your after-school club… but he doesn’t go to
Oh. …Is that… allowed?
Warren seems to think so.
The club bice-pressiden. His eyes blinked slower, and
he slurred his words a bit.
Ahh. Well I guess he has the say on that, then.
There was a distant sound of shattering glass.
Vert turned around, and Kenji looked up from the books and
Hey… did you hear that? she asked.
Uh-huh. he nodded.
Somethin just… hold… hold on a second, I’m gonna check it
Kenji looked down and went back to comparing book titles, though she did notice he was doing it faster than before. There was an ache growing in her head, and she turned away, as she walked out of the paranormal isle. Her head buzzed with pain, and there was a high pitched sound in her ears that she knew wasn’t real. She leaned against another shelf with one hand, and held her forehead with the other. She leaned forward and almost stumbled down. There were sparks of light in her eyes. She looked to where the shattering sound came from, and there was a hole in one of the stained glass windows in the ceiling. She looked down to where the glass had fallen, and saw that there was something there.
It was a machete, driven blade-down into the wood.
She walked up to it. The blade wobbled a little, but did nothing else. She hesitated, then picked it up, and looked it over.
This is… this is my machete…. she whispered
How did it get here…?
She looked back up to the hole in the ceiling. She turned the blade in her hand, and moved it around. And she looked back to the blade, she saw a reddish blur where Kenji was in the reflection behind her. She tilted it back to see him again. He was still looking at books. Someone was behind him.
Her eyes went wide and her heart raced, not getting a chance to slow down as she whipped around.
Kenji! Behind you!
He turned around, then dropped the book he held as a blue figure grabbed him by the throat. Vert went towards them without a plan, and looked whoever it was up and down. They were a cold shade of blue, with black eyes, a long grey beard, and ancient, almost (Victorian? Neovian?) clothes. She could hardly tell what species they were, from all the hair (Wocky? Usul?) but it didn’t matter to her right now. The stranger lifted Kenji off the ground by the neck, and his back drug against the bookshelf as he rose up.
Holy shit it’s a fucking ghost. she thought to herself,
terrified. It looked at her as she ran towards them, and then
looked away, apparently not impressed by her. Now she was scared
She raised the machete above her head and flung it down as hard as she could, and the stranger’s arm bent in a sickening crunch. He yelped in surprise and let go of Kenji. Vert screamed too. She thought it would dissolve into mist, or maybe pop off like a cartoon, but black blood and blue flesh ripped away. The stranger stared at his arm, frightened at first, but after a moment, and some flexing of his fingers, looked back towards them. Kenji had slumped down, and tried to push himself away with one leg.
Can’t… something’s wrong with… half of me…
She looked down at him. Half of Kenji’s body had been frozen on the left side, somehow, and an ice-like chunk of his neck was imprinted in what looked like the shape of a hand. But it wasn’t ice, it was all the same color as the rest of him, just blurred, and even his clothes looked like it had gone angular and crystalline.
Magic…? she wondered aloud, glaring at the
He walked closer.
Not the kind you would know
Hey don’t you take one more step. You understand me? she
pointed her blade at him,
There’s more where that came from,
asshole! Your head’s next!
She noticed him hesitate. He looked at his arm. She gripped the machete tighter and took a step towards them. He took a step back.
Fine, brat. I’m too old for this.
Hey! No! Don’t run away from me! but as soon as she had
shouted after him, the stranger had melted into the blue mist
behind him. She looked around, then, after seeing nothing, looked
back to Kenji. She ran back towards him and lifted him up, and put
one of his arms over and behind her head.
I dunno know how much longer I could’ve kept that up. I
feel like I’m gonna throw up. Let’s get you outta here. she
whispered at him, as she drug him away from the shelves. Her boots
shuffled down the carpeted stairs as she ran towards the Yurble at
the reception desk. Kenji’s
frozen foot knocked against
each step with a rocky thud.
Does that hurt?
No. Can’t feel anything on that side.
Hhhh. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.
She could hear the Yurble as they ran up from the desk
before she could get all the way down.
Hey!! What happened, what’s going on?? …Why do you have a
Someone attacked my friend! They ran off into the
Oh, my… they put their hand up to their mouth,
we need to get out of here. Do they need an
I don’t know! Oh shit I don’t know, I’ve never
seen anything like this before!
I’m… I’m calling an ambulance.
Sure, whatever, let’s just get out of here first.
Vert, Kenji, and the receptionist burst from the glass doors, and sent the doors into the rubber shock pads bolted to the wall. Vert ran into the grass, and wheezed as she tried to put Kenji down as gentle as possible. Her vision went blurry, and she felt the pain in her head returning. As sparks flew in her eyes, she tossed her machete away. She tried to catch her breath, and winced, as she expected the machete to make a loud clatter against the concrete. It didn’t. She looked over to where it would be. It was gone. She blinked. Her headache was gone, and her vision was clear. She looked around, but all she saw was the receptionist at the emergency telephone. She looked back to Kenji.
Hey… are you alright? You doin better?
He grunted, trying to get up
…Don’t know. Don’t feel bad, but
I feel… tired.
Hhhh, I’m so sorry…. Are you thirsty? Hungry?
N… no, I’m full.
She still breathed heavy as she looked around. The stranger must not have followed them out.
I think… I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen
a ghost… I had no idea they could do that.
That’s… Kenji reached his non-frozen hand up,
wasn’t a ghost.
…What? What do you mean? It was blue, and like, misty and
No… ghosts can’t do that. That was a ghoul.
Wait, what? A ghoul? Are you kidding? She looked up again
and into the glass doors, then back to Kenji.
What makes you
Not a zombie… and ghosts don’t bleed.
But… ghouls aren’t supposed to be real. That was just like… a
medieval thing they believed back then, right?
No. Well, some stories are just legends. That uh… was not a
I… dunno if I… look, do you know how to fix what happened to
Can the doctors?
I… don’t know. Warren might.
Who? Wait. Vice president of your club Warren?
He tried to nod his head.
But don’t…. Don’t tell anyone but
Whoa hey man, easy.
I haven’t slept for 36 hours…
He laughed, then went limp, or at least, the unfrozen half
of him did.
Ohhh shit. Please don’t be dead. Kenji. Kenji.
She slapped his face a couple times, and he winced and mumbled.
Oh thank goodness…. she sighed and fell onto the grass. She
heard sirens in the distance.
The earth Færie’s hands glowed light green, and it reflected in the crystallized parts of Kenji’s arm. Nothing happened. She pulled her hands back, and sighed. Another Fæ was next to her, and she wore a doctor’s white outfit. The earth Færie turned to the doctor, and shook her head.
…I can’t explain it. I’ve never seen anything like this
before. It must be… some kind of curse, but… I’ve never
seen something like this… I’m sorry.
The doctor nodded, and patted the other Fæ on the
I understand. she turned look at Vert, who sat on
the side of Kenji that wasn’t crystallized.
I’m very sorry
ma’am. I’m afraid this will involve some kind of advanced
treatment. It isn’t spreading, not even slowly, so he should be in
stable condition. Do you have any numbers you can call, know any
family of his?
Vert realized that she had no idea who Kenji’s family was.
She’d never thought to ask, and he never brought it up.
no, actually, I’m sorry, I don’t. He’s just my roommate.
I see. Well… you’re allowed to stay in here for a while, but…
if his condition gets worse, we’re going to have to take the
Right, yeah. Thank you ma’am.
There was a knock at the door. The doctor looked over.
Yes? What is it?
The door opened a tiny bit and a green Gelerts’ snout poked in.
The patient has a visitor.
Yes, she’s in here. Oh, do you mean there’s more?
Mm, send them in, then, thank you. she turned to Vert,
think it’s about to get crowded in here. I’ll let you and your
friends talk alone.
The doctor opened the door, and her and the other Færie
both left, the door ajar.
Friends…? Vert thought, and mouthed it to
herself. She didn’t have to wonder long. A pair of neopians
walked in. The first one in was an orange Mynci. He was tall and
lanky, taller than an adult Mynci would be most of the time. He
wore a black pinstripe suit, and had his short, orange hair gelled
up to be spiked in the front. He had a revolver, and its beige
handle stuck out of a black leather holster. He carried himself
like he was allowed anywhere he wanted to be, or that he wouldn’t
care if he wasn’t.
He held up a badge of some kind, and said
howdy., as he smiled and bounced his eyebrows once, then
pulled the badge back into his suit, all too fast for her to see
what kind of badge it was. As he weaseled his way into the room,
the door opened wider. An enormous and muscled grey Lupe with
long white hair walked in through the door, and she closed it
She was far larger than a normal Lupe, but in the opposite direction of her associate. She looked like she could lift a truck over her head, and moved with the sort of measured caution that only a life of constantly breaking things by accident could teach. Her suit was much more formal, and looked like it was custom tailored. Underneath a plain black suit was a dark blue and silvery vest, with a white dress shirt under that, topped off with a grey & magenta scarf, which seemed meant to match the color of her fur and eyes respectively. She had a maroon and black skirt, and all around her suit and skirt was some kind of leather strap, which held something against her back that Vert couldn’t see. A curved handle of something was over her shoulder, but that’s all.
The orange Mynci started to talk, and Vert looked back over to him.
Ooof, mmm. Sorry about your friend here. Looks like
he’s gonna be fine, though. Duddn’t look like a quitter ta
…Uh… hi. You uh, you think so? Also, who are you? Vert
Oh-ho, yeah, absolutely, kid’s fine. Yeah. So look uh,
we’re…. the Mynci turned to look at the Lupe
—who did nothing— and then back to Vert,
We’re investigators. Makin sure it’s good in the
neighborhood. You know? Right? Anyway. he shrugged,
gesticulating as he spoke,
We’re just here to ask some
questions, nuthin too personal, that kanna thing. We’d just ask
him, but, well, he’s bein a trooper over here. Needs to
relax a lil, prob’ly.
Vert looked over to the Lupe. Her eyes were yellow, the
irises were magenta, and her stare was intimidating. Neither said
anything. Vert looked back to the Mynci.
I… okay? What do you
need to know?
Good question, great question, real good. Okay, first
of all, back in the library, what all did you see? What did they
I… never told….
It’s okay, it’s okay, please. We’ve asked around about a few
things already. We just need to know more. We wanna get em! Ya
know? We gotta know everything we can.
…Alright. He uh… he looked like a ghost…. she
looked down at Kenji. She remembered what he said.
He was a
ghost. Definitely a ghost.
MmMMMmm. Yeah. he turned back towards the Lupe and
pointed his thumb at Kenji and smiled,
stuff. He turned back to Vert.
See it all the time. The
ghostiest. Okay so, we need to know more than that. What
were you doing, what were y’all up to, the whole works.
Alright, well… Kenji was getting some books, and… it was super
late at night, and, he hadn’t slept in like… thirty or so
Ohhh, wow, yeah. he interrupted with what Vert assumed was
—so I went with him, to make sure, like, he didn’t fall over,
or pass out in there. Then like… I got a headache, and then…
someone was attacking him! He held him up by the neck! And he was
like… slowly freezing him! So… I ran up and chopped at his, uh,
arm with my machete.
Oh ho ho, damn! Badass! You scared the shit out of him,
N… not really, I was… kinda just faking it. I was more scared
than he was, I’m pretty sure. He said something about magic I
don’t understand, and then ran off.
Nice, nice, you got outta there okay. How’d your friend fair
with those stairs, eh? Heheheh.
The Lupe cleared her throat, directed towards the Mynci.
Sorry, continue. What was your name? Jade?
Yeah, yeah. Close enough. What happened after that?
Kenji uh… he passed out.
After he was crystallized?
Yeah. Whatever this… she looked at the crystallized parts
stuff… is… it’s not painful, apparently. And
he’s only asleep because he’s exhausted.
Right. We need to see the machete.
My machete? Oh, yeah. I would, but like, I kinda just dropped
it on the sidewalk in front of the library after I got out of
there. I think it landed in the grass? I was having another
headache and I couldn’t find it. Anyway, I don’t think they’d
let me bring a machete into a hospital anyway.
Right, of course. he nodded,
Not unless it was inside
somebody, heheha. So how long ago was this? Did anybody else see
About… an hour, hour and a half. Nobody else but the night
receptionist at the library, as far as I know, but they only saw
us going in and out.
I see. Well… thank ye, little lady, we appreciate it.
The Mynci turned to leave, and he slunk around the Lupe
and to the door. Vert blinked.
Is… is that it? You don’t need
to know anything else?
Hm? he turned to look back,
Oh, yeah, I mean, we do,
but ya know. We already got your story, ya know? It’s
bullshit-o’-clock in the mornin and I’m gonna take a
D… do you have anything that can help him?
Who? …Oh, your friend! Uh, no. You’re on your own
there, sorry. Don’t worry about it though! He’ll be fiiiine, he’s
a pro. A little badass like you over there shouldn’t worry about
it. Just go home and chill out, heck, you can stay here
until he wakes up if you really want to, just don’t go back into
the library, okay? Don’t want you bein too badass, that’s
our job. Heheheh. We’ll like uh, look over the crime scene, dust
for fingerprints or ectoplasm or whatever. The library is
strictly off limits and you will be apprehended if you try
to go back in.
O… oh. Okay?
Uh… alright. Goodbye then?
The Mynci darted through the door, and the Lupe turned around to leave as well. As she opened the door wide enough for herself, Vert saw what was strapped to the Lupe’s back. A huge shotgun was holstered loosely by leather straps and detachable metal buttons. The Lupe stared at her as she closed the door all the way. After that, there was nothing but the quiet whir of health monitors and air conditioning.
Sechson checked the time on the clock in his kitchen, as the sun began to touch the horizon. It was ten minutes until 7pm. He wrapped his cheese on toast sandwich in a paper towel, and got up.
He went into the living room/foyer, opened a metal box by the door, and turned a key. A low hum that came from the box —almost inaudible— shut off, and a green light connected to the box blinked out. He closed the box back up, and opened his door. He looked out over his yard. There was no one there, so he closed it again. He turned and fiddled with the chairs, straightened them out, or at least tried to get them all in a neat circle around the table. He let out a small sigh, unwrapped his sandwich and took another bite. He leaned backwards to look out the window, and squinted to see through the light of the sunset. A glint of movement outside caught his eye, and as he strained his eyes, he saw a silver colored Poogle walk up the drive. Sechson chewed and swallowed in a rush, and walked over to the door.
Hey Warren! Sechson said as he opened the door.
The Poogle had looked down at first, but his gaze went to
Sechson’s face as he heard his voice.
You’re here a little
Yeah. Is that a problem?
No, no. I was actually getting a little bored.
Mmm. Just letting you know, as the vice-president of the club,
I always get here early. Warren stepped up onto the porch, and
Sechson moved out of the way to let him in. Warren looked Sechson
up and down. Instead of the medieval clothing he wore earlier, the
Bori had on dark cargo pants, a white shirt with a collar, and no
Hey uh, do you have a problem with leaving your shoes at the
foyer? I just had the floors cleaned.
Nah, that’s fine. Kenji’ll probably like that. Warren
looked up and around the house as he slipped his shoes off, and
his eyes widened.
Did you… do all this?
The ceiling had multi-color garlands that looped around and hung from it, and a banner was draped over the mantle. A large chocolate cake sat in the center of the round table with paper plates, napkins, and clear plastic utensils in a stack next to it. Warren’s gaze rested at the banner.
Did you uh… draw that yourself?
I did! Do you like it?
The banner was white with blue text, made with what looked
like either paint or a very large felt pen. It read
the Paranormal Club, with a smiley face drawn in the center.
Paranormal Club was just a little too wide at
first, and the word
Club was scrunched up after the first
word ran out of room towards the end.
It’s uh… Warren blinked a couple times
Thank you!! I got… uh, I commissioned a cake too! It’s
No thanks. I’m not hungry. They might be though.
Sechson was about to speak, but Warren held up a finger
and interrupted him:
Two questions, ah, what was your name again?
No, I mean, your full name.
Oh, Sechson Zahn.
Hmm. Sounds familiar. Okay, maybe uh, question one point
five, could you spell that for me?
Ahh, sure. Sechson is uh, S-e… c-h… s-o-n, and Zahn is z-a,
Right. Is that in another language?
Uh, I think so. If it is, I… haven’t looked it up or
Alright. Second question, why were you waiting for me by the
Oh! Heh, I was actually waiting on a delivery.
Yeah. It was supposed to get here earlier today, with the cake,
but I guess it got delayed.
What is it?
Aww, nooooo. It’s a surprise.
Warren raised an eyebrow,
A surprise, huh? How scared should I
Not at all! I’m sure you’re gonna love it. At least, I hope
people like it. It was kinda hard to get my hands on. Hey uh, by
How many club members are there?
Oh! Uh…. Warren stammered a bit,
At the moment, uh…
maybe about…. he counted on his fingers,
I think… five?
Sechson looked shocked
O-oh. I thought… that there would be
more people coming.
Nah. Sorry. I mean, there used to be more of us, but uh, they
all pissed off the club president, one way or another, it… it’s
complicated. It’s probably just gonna be me, Rei, and Kenji for a
I thought you were the club president?
Well, I might as well be. I don’t remember if
mentioned it, but, no. Officially it’s somebody else.
Oh… well what about the other guy then? He seemed pretty uh…
Warren looked at Sechson and narrowed his eyes
…Whaddyou mean seemed dedicated? What other
One of your guys uh… came to my house last night.
I’m sorry what‽ Who? Warren had a look of
Uhh… glasses… hair over his eyes, white Kacheek—
I guess? Who is that?
That… that’s the club president. He was here last night?
I was hoping to ask you that.
Look, okay, he didn’t do anything crazy did he?
What was he doing? I thought he was sick!
I mean, he was. Sechson looked concerned at him,
He was coughing up blood every other breath. He was… asking me
a bunch of questions, looking around my house, and taking a bunch
of notes on his clipboard.
Warren sighed and put his hand to his head
I think I
know what he was doing, then.
He did this exact same thing with the uh… campus location. When
he first joined, like, back when the club was on campus, every
time he’d learn something that could be hidden, he’d… he turned
the entire place upside down, several times. He’s a little…
paranoid… sometimes. Worse than I am, and that’s saying
I… see. Sechson still looked concerned, but tried
to put it aside
Well, he said that he’d be back with an
assessment, whatever that means. He didn’t even say what he
Typical. I’m sorry. He must have snuck up here
right after we left.
A little afterwards, yeah.
Rei opened the door and almost bumped into Warren,
sorry, hey Warren.
Hey. Lucine was here last night.
What?? You’re kidding! She looked over at
Was he really?
It’s, uh, it’s fine? I guess? I mean, he didn’t hurt me or
take anything. You guys are kinda making a big deal out of this.
Oh, and uh, no shoes please.
Oh, uh, sure. she backtracked a bit and left them by the
step down with the others.
He can get pretty intense, huh?
I dunno how much of that guy I could handle, especially all
that demon stuff he was talking about. He was kind of freaking me
out a little.
Demon stuff. Warren looked concerned,
he ask you about demons?
He didn’t, exactly. He asked me why I wanted to join, and… I
told him the truth. I came to find out about hunting ghouls.
Ghouls have something to do with demons. After that… that’s when
the ranting started.
Ghouls? Why them specifically?
They’re a problem, and the police aren’t taking it
Of course they aren’t. Most people don’t think ghouls are
Hunting?? Rei piped up, excited,
You’re gonna go
Hey, no. Warren pointed at her, and then looked back at
What exactly do you think we do here? We do not go
~hunting~ or anything like that. and waved his fingers
as he said it,
This is an academic environment, we’re
here to learn about things, not go running off into the night like
wayward sons, guns blazing, to go kill something. We’re not
That sounds so cool though! Rei pouted.
Cool? Cool?? Are you nuts? He looks back over
at the Bori,
Look, I don’t care what you do on your own time, as
long as it doesn’t look bad on us, then turned back to Rei,
but you’re crazy if you think you’re gonna go with
Hey! Flying flamethrower here! I am probably the last person
you’d have to worry about.
I don’t care! Warren sighed,
Look, whatever, we’ll talk
about it later.
There was a tiny, beeping sound from Warren’s watch.
Perfect transition. he said, then cleared his throat,
Warren expectantly looked at the door. So did Rei, and after he looked back and forth between the two, so did Sechson.
Are… we… waiting for something?
Mm. Yeah, Kenji is usually here by now.
Ah. The uh, Mynci?
Yeah, that’s him.
Sechson waited a moment before asking more:
Is he usually
No. Maybe a second or two, but that’s usually it.
Rei looked over to Warren,
You know a number we can call to
get ahold of him?
Nope. He shook his head.
Sorry. After another moment
of waiting, he inhaled,
I’m gonna do the whole script
Aww, without him?
It’s fine. It’s always the same speech over and over
again, it’s not like he’s missing anything. Just eat cake until
he gets here.
Fine. Just don’t eat it all.
Believe me, Warren raised his eyebrows,
Rei pulled out a chair and sat next to Sechson. Warren pulled out an old laminated sheet of paper from his jacket.
We now open this meeting of the Paranormal Club. He
cleared his throat,
Lucid dreams, tulpas, ghouls, super powers,
and psychic phenomena. Things the wider world of Neopia dismisses
as fantasy. But we know better, that these things are real,
ordinary, even. This is where us students of Brightvale University
of Magic he paused,
…and others… come to talk,
learn, and experiment with the unknown. He slid it back into
his jacket and pulled out another one, a large sheaf of note
The club is now at five members, he gestures
and the club meeting place is now here, at his
house. I’m still extremely mad about the drama club taking our
room, but that’s off topic.
Rei and Sechson, by now, had made quick work of the cake, and it was almost half gone. Warren ignored them, and chose to read a book instead.
Mm. Mmmhm. Rei pointed at her piece of cake with one
of Sechson’s forks, as she held the little saucer in her other
hand and leaned against the table.
This is really good. Did you
Oh, haha, no. I have no idea how to bake. I had it
You had it commissioned? Who did you go to, a cake
No, uh, just a… bakery.
You have a funny way of wording things.
I’m sorry… I don’t really get out much. Sorry if I’m too
It’s okay. It’s kind of adorable.
Uh, he smiled,
th-thank you. Heheh.
Warren looked over, rolled his eyes, and went back to he book.
She took another bite, chewed it, looked back, and pointed
the fork at him this time:
Ya know, it’s a shame you didn’t
join the club before yesterday, you made a chocolate cake on the
Sechson tilted his head, and made a puzzled expression,
Mmm. Yeah. Yesterday was Chocolate Day.
Hah. Sechson smiled and laughed.
Yeah that would have
been a funny coincidence. I wondered why the price of chocolate
dropped so much since yesterday. Wait, did you mean today was a
Oh, yeah, it’s the Day of Prophecy for some people.
Uh… I’ve never heard of that.
Warren looked up from his book at Sechson,
That’s because your
cult either ignores or erases holidays that can’t be related to
your god somehow.
Rei set her cake down, swallowed, and glared at Warren.
being a jerk, man.
It’s the truth! That’s why he’s never heard of it.
I… I see. Sechson made an awkward glance to the side, and
served himself some more cake.
Rei turned back to Sechson
Hey, don’t worry about him, it’s
fine. I’m actually a huge nerd about holidays, especially super
obscure ones. Kenji tells me about holidays from Shenkuu and stuff
like that. I’ve got a big honkin list back at my flat. Better than
any calendar you’d buy at a gift shop.
Hahaha. Cool, nice. Could I see it, sometime?
There was a loud thump against the door.
Warren looked up from his book, and Rei set down her saucer of cake. There was a pause. Rei uncrossed her legs, and leaned forward to stand up, and the door flung open. A green wocky with a white trilby barged in, stood at the foyer, and looked around. Warren stared.
…Can I help you?
Is this the Paranormal Club? she asked.
Well, uh, not all of us, but yes.
Yeah? Can I help you?
She looked around at them, and the house. She panted, and
Well?? she asked,
What the heck are you
Warren responded with monotone:
We’re having an orgy, what does
it look like we’re doing.
Sechson nearly spat out his cake.
Ha ha, funny-man. Aren’t you guys worried about
Wait. Warren set down his book,
What? What’s wrong with
You didn’t know?? He’s been in the hospital all day!!
The hell you mean
you didn’t know? What, you
expect us to be telepathic? Nobody called us!
Gahhg, fine. Whatever. I’ve spent all day looking
for you guys! Rose didn’t give a crap about where you guys went
after she kicked you out of where you usually are, so I couldn’t
get anything from her, and so I had to ask the faculty and
staff, but they either didn’t care or didn’t know, and then
finally I had to go to some of the old members, talk to some
asshole in skinny-jeans, and he’s the only reason I found
you, and I don’t have a car, so like, I had to jog all the
way here and…
Whoa whoa whoa slow down. Kenji. What’s wrong with
He got… friggin… half frozen or something! He said it was a
ghoul, and that you’d know something about it, and not to tell
Sechson’s eyes widened at the mention of ghouls, and he looked over to Warren.
Really. Warren’s voice was deeper than usual.
Where did this happen.
Vert peeked over the dividing wall between the road and
the campus. She made a frustrated grumble, and slunk back down. To
see over, she had to stand on the back of a metal bench anchored
into the concrete. A plaque set into the back read
Olivia Gardner. She clambered down, trying not to lose her
balance. Warren, Rei, and Sechson stood behind the wall and out of
sight of whoever was in the library.
Those weirdos are in there. Vert
Who? Warren crossed his arms.
The friggin… the spooks, man. The guys in suits and
I thought you said you didn’t tell anybody.
I mean, she floundered,
I had to say something.
You can’t just drop a body off at a hospital and say
my work here is done!
You could have done that. I would have done
Well, I think, she raisied her voice but
that that’s a reflection on our respective
characters, in my opinion, if you want my
Warren tilted his head and scrunched up his eyes
…I’m sorry what??
Rei stepped between the two of them,
easy, you two. We’re supposed to be, like. Sneaky? Right
now? Are we trying to be quiet or not?
He’s being argumentative! Vert gestured at him.
No, I’m being right. You just have a problem with
Hush! Rei looked ready to tear her hair out.
Fyora’s name, this is ridiculous. Rei looked over to the
Just tell us what you saw over there.
Fine. Vert relented,
There’s tons of guys
in suits over there. Guys in like, full body plastic suits, a
couple guys in fancy clothes, and uh… what looks like… riot gear?
Maybe? It looks super scary.
What the hell did you tell them? Warren asked.
I lied! I said it was a ghost! Kenji said not to say anything
about ghouls… but those spooks were there, and I guess they saw
You keep saying that. What do you mean by that?
Oh… those… guys with the badges. Met me in the hospital. Black
suits, armed to the teeth, asked me a couple questions then ran
Warren looked to the side and
probably a good thing you didn’t say anything else.
Why? Who are they?
That’s not important. Warren climbed up onto the bench,
What’s important is capturing that ghoul and getting him to
release the curse on Kenji.
Sechson piped up:
Warren turned to him and said
Yeah. then back to the wall,
as he stood with his shoes on the back rest so that he could see
over the wall.
How are we gonna do that?
I dunno. Warren pulled out a pair of silver binoculars from
We’ll figure out something. Lucine is good at that
kind of thing.
We can’t keep it in my house forever.
I can. I’ve got a basement, and all the time in the
Well, I’ll think of something.
Sechson paced around a bit as Warren watched the commotion
at the library. The Bori stopped, and put his hands on his hips,
staring at Warren.
Why don’t we just kill it?
Warren turned his head first, and when his head wouldn’t
go any farther around, the rest of his body followed. It was about
four seconds before Warren could respond.
sohh— I’m sorry?
You heard me.
holy shit, dude under her
breath, but Sechson either didn’t hear her or didn’t acknowledge
They’re monsters, Warren. Even if he does fix Kenji, what are
we gonna do then? Just throw him in a basement forever? Let him
loose to hurt somebody else??
No, no, we—
We break the curse by killing the monster.
All of them stood around for a moment, silent. Sechson was
the first one to speak.
Alright, if that’s so crazy, tell me why I’m wrong. It’s kinda
like a vampire, right?
Well, no. It’s completely different. I mean, in the most broad
of strokes, I guess you could say there are uh, …mechanical
behaviors that are analogous—
They cause suffering, or worse, kill people to survive. They
steal the lives of other people for immortality.
They’re immortal undead that can’t be cured, right?
I mean, you can I guess
cure a ghoul if it turns
into a demon due to—
So they can’t become mortal again?
They have to become a ghoul on purpose, right?
Well, there are cases where people have become ghouls by
accident, I mean, the method for becoming one didn’t just come out
of nowhere, so it’s possible—
Most… likely… Sechson interrupted,
dealing with someone who chose to become an undead monster, and
feed on people like they’re livestock, and he’s hurt one of your
friends. I think I’ve made my point. I’m tired of standing around
and talking to each other about it, it’s making me stir-crazy. I
realize you don’t know me that well, but I’ve been researching
these things for a little while now, and there’s one of them,
right here, hurting people. I’m not just gonna let it go.
Warren lowered himself down and sat on the bench. He sighed.
I mean, Rei looked at Warren,
he’s got a
Warren slapped his palm to his forehead, with a metallic thud.
UHHHHG. You’re kidding me. You have got to be kidding
If what we know about ghouls is true, then the vampire
comparison is pretty apt, you know? It makes sense, Warren. At
least it does to me.
We! Aren’t! Hunters! I feel like I’m going insane
Look, man, I’m sorry. But this is Kenji’s life that
could be in danger. If it means doing something like this to save
him, then I’m doing it. Some undead not-vampire messes with my
friends, and they’re gonna get it. she said, her hand
in a tight fist.
I’m going in there.
Whoa, hey, no! Warren stood up.
Uuhhm. Vert put her hand up to Rei much more timid
now than before,
I don’t know if I agree with either of you,
like, completely, but… going in there while those guys are in
there is a… really really really bad idea.
What do you mean? Rei asked,
I’ll be like
tell ya sum’m, I’m about to kick some ass and blow him to
smithereens. That’s what they’re there for, right?
When I was in the hospital with Kenji… one of those guys said
that if I tried to go back in there, I’d get arrested or
something. Like, bad arrested. He didn’t say that
exactly, but…. Look, I dunno how to explain it, but I got a
really bad vibe about it, okay? We’re not… supposed to know about
Warren sat back down.
We need a distraction then. Sechson said,
We need to get
them out of there.
Alright. Rei nodded
Well, Vert, you got them in there with whatever you said.
Sechson looked over to her.
Warren was holding his head in his hands, and refusing to participate in the conversation.
Then, maybe, you could tell them you saw it somewhere else, get
them on a wild goose chase.
Heyyy, Rey pointed at him,
I like that idea!
Oh uh. Uhm. You guys know this school better than
I would. Where would… like logically, where would a ghoul
Uhhhh… Rei tried to think of something, and there was a few
seconds of silence as everyone else did too.
Oh, Vert was the first to speak up,
What about the
dorms? I mean, like, that’s where people are. Because they need
food I guess.
No. Warren lifted his head out of his hands.
No? Rei asked.
No. Warren looked around, sighed, and continued:
look. The college… has nothing to do with this. The club… has
nothing to do with this. I. he put his hand to his
I have nothing to do with this. Not a soul can
see you go in or out. If you guys fuck up and die or get sent to
the hospital, it was because you were trying to do sick bike
stunts and failed spectacularly. Have I made myself clear? This is
the only way I’m going to help you.
Yeah. Rei shrugged,
Warren sighed, then turned to the Wocky
…Okay… Vert, do
you remember if the ghoul said anything to you?
Well… she looked around the ground, trying to think,
mean… not much. He called me a brat. Uh… and… well, nothing
really helpful, he just said…. When he froze Kenji I asked if he
was using magic, but he said it wasn’t magic like
understand it. Or something like that.
Hmm. Warren looked over his shoulder.
No. He wouldn’t go
for more food. People are on high alert, and the sun is still up.
I think I know where he might go. Personally, I think he’s still
holed up in the library somewhere, but if these uh…
have done their research then the most logical other place the
ghoul would go is the Magical Materials Storage.
Sechson looked confused, but didn’t say anything.
Rei looked at Warren
What makes you say that?
It sounds like he’s using old magic. Stuff they don’t teach to
just anybody anymore. The kind of obscure stuff that a self-made
ghoul would have to rely on. A lot of spell components for stuff
like that, and other potentially dangerous things, are in the
Materials Storage way under the school.
Sechson nodded to himself, thankful that he didn’t have to interrupt for clarification.
Dang. Rei said,
You make it sound like he’s already in
Good. We want it to be convincing. But, realistically, this
ghoul probably has no idea where it is. It was only built, like,
what, maybe a decade ago? And you said this guy looked like he was
Yeah, I think so. Vert nodded.
Right. Then… hhhh, I can’t believe I’m doing
this. Then this is what we’ll do. I’m gonna call them,
and then Rei goes in and torches him, she gets out, leaves no
evidence. This happens in less than five minutes.
Sechson spoke up again:
I think I have a better
Ohh? Do you now? Warren responded with
You have even more helpful things to
say? Oh, good, I’m… I’m all ears. Let me guess, you wanna
burn the whole library down? Just to make sure?
No, no. Listen. Remember when we met last
You were at a payphone. We could use that payphone to make the
call, instead of like, your personal number or something. You can
see the library from that payphone.
Wait, why would you think…? You know what, yeah. Fine. That’s…
that’s not a bad idea. I have another phone I could use, but I’ll
keep that in mind. What else?
Is there a phone in the library?
Yeah. The ringer is probably off though.
Good. We’ll need that number.
You wait at the phone, and the rest of us will go to my
house, so that we can pick up my delivery. Then, once those guys
are out of the library, you can call us.
What?? What’s so important about your delivery?
Just trust me. You keep a watch outside, and if they start to
come back, call the library phone so that we’ll hear it, and even
if we aren’t done, we’ll bail.
Warren rested his head on a fist, and let out a quiet
hmmmm. He blinked and looked around at the sidewalk,
thinking it over.
You know what? Alright. That works for me. I dunno
what’s so important about those packages, but I like the library
phone idea. …Better safe than sorry, I guess. Alright? Everybody
like the idea? Anybody uhh, got something else to throw in and
further complicate this? …No? Good, then. I guess we’re doing
Warren knocked on the door, and waited. No response. He
cracked the door open a little, and stuck his head in. There was
no one in the
Paranormal Club room but empty chairs and tables. There were sequins,
specks of glitter, and feathers wedged into the teal carpet.
Oh you’re kidding me. They’ve already trashed this
He stepped around a pile of fabric, then around the podium, to a small table next to the window. There was an old rotary telephone, with its phone cable connected to a large black box, which then connected to the wall. It had a symbol of an eye, with a line going diagonally through it. He started turning the dial, and with the other hand, closed the blinds.
Ringing. Then, someone picked up, but said nothing.
Hey. This is Gümüş. Get Jimmy on
the phone. It’s important.
Sechson smiled, and his eyes widened, as he saw a stack of cardboard boxes in front of his driveway.
Yes! It’s here! I was so worried we’d have to
What are all these? Rei looked them over as the Bori tore
into them with his claw-fingers.
These… he grunted as he pulled something out of the box,
are our weapons.
Rei tilted her head. It was some kind of metal backpack, painted an off-white. To one side, there was a hose, and what looked like the head of a heavy duty flashlight at the end of it, with a massive lever to turn it on. Sechson started to put it on before he explained anything. As he turned around to put the straps on, Rei saw a diamond-shaped glass window in the back, and a yellow crystal on the inside that glowed.
Se… Sechson what is that?
This… is a High Intensity Magic Bombardment Ordnance.
Or, the uh, magi-gun, for short.
Vert lowered her head
Holy shit, dude.
Where did you get these? Rei asked as she grabbed a
It’s not something civilians are supposed to know about right
now. I know some people, and they uh, got me some. It was a failed
project, to them, but we can put it to much better use.
The beam it fires is uh… not very effective against living
Vert squinted at it
So it’s… basically just an oversized
Sure, but, here’s the thing. This lense pumps out enough
light magic to knock someone over on the highest setting. And what
are we fighting?
A… a ghoul. The undead. Rei smiled,
hate light magic.
It kills them, actually. Very effectively. You hit them with
enough of this stuff and they dissolve into dust. Normally you’d
need more than any normal person could ever cast in a week, but…
that’s not a problem anymore.
Oh hell yes. Ohhh we are gonna be so pimped
out. Wait. Wait, do I really need one of these
What do you mean? Sechson looked a disappointed.
I mean, I’m a Fæ. I’ve got, like, magic for days.
Ah, I see. It’s uh… more just-in-case then. I uh, don’t have
very much magical aptitude. I have like, one sixteenth the magic
a normal person would normally have. I think it’s genetic or
Aww, man, I’m sorry.
It’s okay, don’t worry about it, let’s just get these things on
and get back to the library.
Rei pushed the glass door, and it swung open without a sound, as she barged into the library. Sechson followed in after, and Vert walked farther behind. They all looked around. The inside of the library was untouched, save for the map of the library being ripped off of the wall, one corner of the laminated paper still attached via staple. Rei almost bounced up and down with excitement, Sechson looked up & around, and Vert looked like she was doing her best imitation of a prey animal. He went up to the front desk, and to the phone.
Alright. Sechson asked, his voice low.
how to operate this thing?
I do. Vert said.
Good. I want you to turn this thing’s ringer on, as loud as it
can be, if possible.
Okay. she picked up the phone, turned it up-sidedown, and
flicked a switch underneath the bell, then put it down as gentle
as possible, as if she’d just set a bomb to go off,
Yeah, got it.
Rei turned to her, whispering too.
Right. So where did
you see ‘em last?
Up those stairs. At the uh, paranormal section.
Really? Pfft. That seems appropriate, I guess. Let’s
All three ran up along the shelves. Rei ran right in, while Sechson held, with his back to a shelf and strained his neck to look around a corner. Vert couldn’t help but look at the shattered glass, and the gash where her machete had landed. She looked up. No one had come to patch the hole in the glass yet, and a sunbeam shone through the library. Her eye followed the beam. Farther into the library, on a second level balcony visible from where she stood, there was a dark blue shape. An upright, bipedal shape. Vert tensed up.
Hey… hey. Guys.
He looked over to her. Vert jabbed a finger at the distant figure, and Sechson looked to where she pointed. He raised his eyebrows.
Rei! he whispered as loud as he dared to,
She found him! He’s over there!
Rei ran back over and peered from behind the shelf, as the rest of them took cover and watched him. The figure moved only a little, dark blue mist obscured his features. As they studied him closer, they could see that he was reading something, and held a large laminated sheet in his other hand.
Okay… uh… what do we do. Do we… flank him? Do I just
fly over there? Surprise him?
Hmmm… I guess. Sechson shrugged.
Let’s do all of
Warren looked out from the blinds. There wasn’t anything to see outside, at least, not yet. He sighed and waited.
God I hope they don’t get themselves killed or
He shuffled and held the blinds open with one finger, leaning against the small table.
The door behind him opened.
He jumped and took a sharp breath, and turned around to see a Lupe in blue look just as surprised.
Uhh-hah, hello, Ms. Blau! Can I help you? What
are you doing in here?
What do you mean,
what am I doing in here?
What are you doing in here?
Oh, haha, I’m uh, Warren turned and bent down, scooped up
the black box and stuffed it into his silver jacket,
pickin up some stuff I forgot to take with me! Like, from when you
uh, kicked us out. Of our room.
You had enough in here to not take in one trip?
Mmm. Well, my apologies, then.
Thank you. Very nice of you.
She sighed, and pinched her brow.
Look, Mr. Grey, I’m very
sorry if your sudden relocation upset you, but… really, if
you knew how much a successful production of
Prince meant to this school’s budget committee, you
wouldn’t blame me.
I see. Warren raised a blind to look outside the library.
The construction of a new amphitheater is just such a
ludicrous expense to put onto my club budget….
Wait, hold on. Warren raised an eyebrow and looked back at
They’re making you pay for it?
Exactly! Even though it’s their property, it’s
coming out of my budget. They’re acting like one of
my students blew it up! I think that
they think that my drama club isn’t
important. They think that refined theatre culture
has no value here.
So, basically, what you think of my club.
Yes! Precisely. he looked back out of the blinds as she
If my production is a financial success,
however, those jocks won’t have a choice but to listen to
me. Are… are you looking for someone?
Warren pulled himself away and looked back towards
Ha! Uhm, no. I was just looking at the uh, sky. It rained.
Really hard. Yesterday. I was just, making sure it wasn’t going to
rain tomorrow. Today, I mean, today.
Mm, alright. Well, do you have everything you need?
Well, we need you out of the room.
You… you do? Why?
Well, obviously, it’s filthy in here. I have to
make sure this place is clean before the next club meeting!
Yeah. I uh. his expression changed
Yeah. I’m done in here.
Good, excellent. she clapped her hands twice,
The door swung open wider, as people flooded into the room from the hall. Janitors carried trash cans, vacuums, rags, and spray bottles. Warren had his fingers pressed into his temples as he walked out.
Vert could hear the ghoul mumbling to himself, as she hid in the shadow of the shelves to his left. Now that there was light, she could see that he was an ancient-looking Usul, with a trenchcoat, a grey beard, and short tophat. To her, he seemed agitated, or worried, as he skimmed through a book on a large pedestal.
Ah-ha. That’s where you bastards put
He threw down a large laminated sheet. She looked closer at it. It was the map of the library, missing a corner. The Usul pulled out another map, and a pen, and circled something on it, then wrote something else under that.
Rei appeared, floated up from under the balcony.
Yo what’s up.
The Usul turned looked over to Rei (his back now facing
Vert) and stared, dumbfounded for a moment. He jerked back, his
hands drawn to his hip as though he was about to ready some kind
NOW! Sechson yelled, as he flicked his backpack on.
The Usul looked around, he could hear him but didn’t know from
where. Vert flung a large book at his back, and he lurched forward
onto the balcony railing, then he spun around to look at Vert.
There was a moment of furious recognition, cut short by Rei, who
punched him in the back of the head, and magical fire flashed
Ooww!! Shit!! My knuckles! Rei grabbed her
The Usul stumbled forward, and almost lost his balance. Sechson rushed out from behind a corner. He held the hose’s nozzle at the ghoul, and cranked the lever on it up to maximum.
The light that the magi-gun produced blinded everyone, and there was a smash in front of them. Sechson turned down the beam and lowered it. The Usul had been hurled into the book stand, so hard that he’d knocked it over, and he rolled past it onto the carpeted ground. He struggled to get up. The side of his face that had faced the magi-gun had been erased, with nothing but a blur of dark blue mist to replace it. He noticed this, and went up to feel it. Most of his left hand was gone, too. The Usul looked to Sechson with a wild, feral anger. He grabbed his cane and held it like a hammer, and rushed towards the Bori. Sechson pulled the lever again, knocked the ghoul off his feet, and into the wall behind him.
N-no… this is stupid… I was so close to
Sechson didn’t give him time to finish. He let a beam of the concentrated light out from the pack, and it shone into the ghoul. The ghoul tensed up, began glowing bright, and then, with the sound of a firecracker going off, exploded.
Warren climbed up and ducked behind the facing of the administrative building’s roof. He looked around to make sure that no one could see him. He peeked his head over the façade, and at the library. The sun was not quite set, and the bright afternoon had only a few minutes of light to spare. He squinted, and looked to the right of the library. His eyes widened. People in suits walked back over, and unmarked cars drove up from around the corner.
Ssshit. God dammit Jimmy.
Warren heaved himself up, and ran towards the edge of the building. He leapt over the lip of the building’s facing and held the outsides of the ladder, sliding down it and landed with a loud thud on the ground. He ran from the side of the building, to the telephone booth he’d broke the bad news to Lucine in. He flung the door open and hurried inside. Coins appeared in his hands, and disappeared into the slot. He held up a hand, with the phone number to the library written on it, and he looked back and forth as he pressed it into the pad.
All that was left of the ghoul was a black shadow on the
carpet. Vert and Rei looked over it, and Sechson bent down to look
at the paper that the Usul had dropped as he exploded. It was a
map of the school. He looked down to where he’d circled something.
In what was an otherwise empty square, between the library, the
laboratory, and the magical studies wings, there was a scribbled
text underneath a circle, that read
Storage — Find Tooth, Find Axel.
Huh. Sechson said to himself.
Hm? Rei looked over.
Oh, uh. Warren said he’d want to find the materials place. That
was what he was looking for. he said, as he set down
the map the ghoul had made.
Huh. No kidding?
They stopped, as the phone in the front of the library went off.
Oh shit, they’re here, we gotta go guys.
Wait, here? Like, at the front door? Vert
Uhm. Maybe? Sechson looked around,
Is there a, uh, back
No, there isn’t! Vert panicked,
Not unless you mean an
emergency exit, which is gonna set off every single alarm
in this place!
Hey, calm down. Rei smiled and looked up,
I’ve got an
Warren stared into the front doors of the library. No one came out. He fidgeted with the phone cord. A blank van pulled up next to the entrance, on the concrete footpath. He hung up the phone and walked out of the booth, closed the door, and acted as casual as he could. He started to head towards the out-of-sight bench that they’d met up at. Before he went behind the wall however, he took one last look at the library. Nothing. He looked up to the sky in his stress and exasperation.
He saw an orange-red blur as his eyes passed over the roof of the library. He looked closer at it.
Through a hole in the stained glass windows, Rei struggled to lift Sechson and Vert, while they both carried metal backpacks. Warren’s eyes went wide, and he pulled out his binoculars again. She’d managed to pull everyone up, but had exhausted herself in the process. Once she’d cleared the glass, her wings gave out, and they all tumbled on the sloped roof. Vert had steadied herself against the side of the roof, and began to climb down the fire escape ladder, wide-eyed, and as fast as she could. Rei stood back up, for a moment, then collapsed. Warren watched as Sechson abandoned his backpack and jumped over to her, and he caught her just before she could slip and fall off of the building.
Warren smiled, and put away his binoculars.