InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ 38 Shades ❯ History ( Chapter 2 )

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CH 3- History

When I woke up, I was in the school. Somehow, all the lights had gotten turned on. I stood up and looked around. The school looked different. I knew then that I wasn't at the school I went to. This was a different school. Same building, but different feeling. I realized than that light was coming in from a window. I looked out of it and saw that the sun was up high, and the large tree in the courtyard was swaying. Everything looked so calm and peaceful, but I felt a dark undertone that made everything seem sinister.

I suddenly felt a tug at my jacket. I spun around, but nothing was there. Something brushed my neck, sending shivers down my back. I felt a tug again. And again. And again. I knew that whatever was tugging at me wanted me to follow. I gave up and let it pull me. The tugging stopped at a classroom. I looked into the room.

It looked like a math room. There were numbers on the chalkboard that reminded me of algebra, but I couldn't be sure, since I never paid attention.

There were about thirty kids, which seemed a little big to me. There was a tall thin man at the front of the room. He had black hair and blue eyes. He wore a bow tie and a vest over a white dress shirt, and also some black trousers. He had a pointing stick, and was pointing at a formula on the board. About a third of the class seemed really interested, the other third completely disregarding him, and the last third seemed in between the rest. I stood still at the door, unsure of what to do.

Knock said a voice right next to my ear. It wasn't a whisper, so I spun around, thinking it was a real person. There was no one. The whisper routine was steadily getting old for me. But I knocked.

Nobody moved. I knocked harder. No one seemed to notice.

I opened the door. I stepped into the room. Nobody said anything. It was starting to disturb me.

"Hello?" I asked. Nothing. I was starting to get that they didn't see me or hear me. I walked right in front of the teacher. I turned and faced the class. I listened to the teacher.

"So, if you add this to that, and divide x, you get the correct answer. Any questions?"

A girl with short brown hair and brown eyes raised her hand. "Yes, Mitoko?"

"Mr. Shiro, what if we got the wrong answer? How could we check to make sure it is right?"

The teacher, Mr. Shiro, beamed at her. "Simple. You just take the original number and-"I tuned the rest of it out, not really caring. I wondered around the class, seeing if I recognized anyone. I didn't. Suddenly, someone laughed from the other side of the room. It was a boy with blue hair and a leather jacket.

Mr. Shiro turned to look at the boy. "Is there something you wish to share with the class, Toshiba?"

Toshiba stood up with a smirk. "Actually, yeah. I wanted to tell everyone exactly how much of a fag you really are." The class gasped, kids around him giggled, and Mr. Shiro just blinked.

"Really? Please, continue."

Toshiba smirked more. "Well, lets just say I finally know what you and Mr. Uimaru do in your spare time." More people laughed.

Toshiba...bad boy... Whispers again.

Uimaru...coach...

Nice man...patient...

I waited for Mr. Shiro to answer. In my Shikon High, Toshiba would've been suspended before he had even finished his sentence. But Mr. Shiro didn't answer. His face grew pale, and he started to tremble. Toshiba noticed.

"You're scared, huh? You should be. I could get you fired for this. I wonder how parents would feel if they knew that the respectable Mr. Shiro was doing the coach?"

His friends laughed harder. Me, I didn't laugh, or feel the need to. I could feel so much hate coming from this boy. Why was he being so cruel? The hate was smothering me. I couldn't breathe. Then I noticed that the hate wasn't coming from the boy. No, it was all coming from the teacher. His face had started to get red. I couldn't believe the transformation. One moment a sweet, calm teacher, the next, a being filled with so much hate. I have never felt so much hate in just one person before.

I watched Mr. Shiro start for Toshiba. Some of the kids surrounding him moved away. Even they could feel the rage coming from the man.

Unexpectedly, a siren rang. It was the fire alarm. Kids jumped up, thankful for any excuse to leave the room.

"SIT DOWN!!!" thundered Mr. Shiro. The kids sat. Toshiba started to get a scared expression on his face. "NOBODY LEAVES THE ROOM UNLESS I SAY!!!"

Mitoko, the girl who had been in his good graces earlier, stared at him with a horrified expression on her face. I fell to my knees, needing air but not getting any.

Just then smoke started to snake in underneath the door. A boy noticed and started to speak. "Mr. S-Shiro? T-There's smoke c-coming in."

Mr. Shiro turned to the boy. "Did I ask?' he questioned, his voice soft, the effect more fear-inducing than his roar. The boy shook his head. "Then don't talk to me."

Sirens came in from the open window in the back. Kids started to look really scared. I could breath a bit better, but not enough for me to do much than sit there on my knees.

Some came in faster and faster, and I could hear people shouting and running. Mr. Shiro looked at the door, then turned to his petrified students. He stared at Toshiba for a moment, then a small smile came over his face. This caused several students, and me, to flinch.

"For your insolence, Mr. Hanajiki, you and the whole class will stay for detention. Starting now." Before anyone could register his words, he walked out his classroom. And closed the door. And locked it.

For a moment, there was completely silent. There were no sirens, no shouting, no running.

"NO!!!" Toshiba yelled. He ran to the door. He pounded on it and pulled at it. It didn't budge. The other kids ran to the door, pounding and yelling, but no one came.

"Open the door!!!!!!!!!!" screamed the girl named Mitoko. "Open the door!!!!! The door!!!!! Open it!!!!!!!!!!"

It was the same scream I had heard earlier. It ripped through me same as before. I watched the struggling kids, heard them yell and plead, but nobody came.

I watched still, tears cascading down my cheeks. `He locked them in there. He locked those kids up to die.'

He left us...

We couldn't get out...

Why won't anyone open the door...?

Open the door!!!!!!!!!! Open the door!!!!! The door!!!!! Open it!!!!!

I watched the kids suffocate one by one. The girl, Mitoko was the last. "Open the door...open it...the door..." She pounded weakly at the door, her voice so soft I could barely hear her.

It was the last thing I saw or heard before I passed out. The girl, dying.

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I woke up in the lobby of the school. My head was pounding and I was crying. I couldn't believe what he had done. No, I could believe what he had done, I couldn't believe his sudden transformation. One moment, Mr. Shiro had been a nice, if somewhat nerdy, teacher. Then, because of that boy, Toshiba, he had turned into a cruel man who had killed them.

I don't know why I'm so shocked. I know better then anybody the horrors of humanity. People are no better than animals, actually, we're worse. Animals don't go out of their way to torment each other. We do. Humans are greedy and selfish, caring about noting but their own comfort. I won't deny that I'm the same way. But I'm better than most. With all the pain and suffering I see, I know better the pain of others. The pain of people who are no longer capable to do anything about it. I cry for those kids, yeah. But I don't have a special connection with them. I cry for the loss of lives, not for each individual life. I didn't know them. I feel sorry for them, outraged for them, but there is no great pain at their deaths.

I picked myself up from the floor. It was about four in the morning, which meant I'd been knocked out for about seven hours. It didn't feel that long, but that's what my watch said. I walked further into the school. I looked at each classroom, trying to remember the one I had been in. I stopped in front of my homeroom. It had been painted over, but this was it. This was the class, this was where kids had died, had been murdered. I don't know if I can go in there when school starts.

I closed my eyes and I could see it all, clearly. The yelling, the running, the choking smoke, the teacher's smile. It made me shudder. So much rage, so much. It choked me, pulled me. I felt the hate, it wanted to get in. it wanted to taint me, wanted to steal my innocence. Do I even have innocence? Am I innocent? Or am I already damned, a servant of the rage? Everything was a red haze, a haze that was disturbing and noxious. It pulled harder and I wanted to give in, I wanted to let it pull me under.

"No!!!" I cried. I opened my eyes and screamed. It was there, right in front of me. The blood dripped from its jaws. It's claws extended; it wanted my flesh, my blood, my life.

"NO!!!" I stumbled backwards. I wanted to turn and run, but I knew I couldn't. If I did, it would catch me, would tear me apart for sure.

NO!!!!!

Leave her alone!!!

Don't hurt her!!!!!

Please!!!

The whispers pleaded, but it kept coming. It wouldn't listen, it would take what it wanted. I had to. I had to run. I said a prayer for my soul. `Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of death. Amen.'

As I ran, I could hear it behind me, wanting me. I couldn't let it take me. I felt a burning pain in my left shoulder. One of its claws had gotten my shoulder. I didn't let it stop me. I had to get out of the school. I had to leave it behind. Suddenly, it disappeared. I couldn't hear it. Then a noise started.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

I knew what it was. I slid on something. I looked down. It was a puddle of blood, my blood. I looked up and saw it was a trail of blood, from me to the door. `No. It can't be. It couldn't have gotten in front of me. It couldn't.'

Then it was there. Right there. It wasn't going to let me go. I would never get free.

No!

We will get you free...

We'll help

Don't give up...

I could start to see the shades. They were all around it, pulling it, hitting it, taunting it. It tried to wave them away, but there were too many. It roared. The sound pounded on my ears.

Go

Run, now

He can't see you

Run!!!

I got up, slowly, and ran. I reached the door and jerked it open. I dashed into the yard. The last thing I heard before the door slammed shut was that terrible roar, going on and on and on.

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