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    "Professor.." I felt the air catch in the throat when he looked up at me. The very movement looked painful, and his groan proved it to be. I had to restrain myself from cowering behind Ian. I liked Mr. Floyd. He was the only Professor, I referred to as Professor by choice, really. I didn't want him to die. "What"
     
    "He wasn't bitten, don't worry!" Cathy said, cheerful as I'd ever heard someone speak about a man missing a quarter his face. The way that the very same mans eyes narrowed almost got me to laugh.
     
    "I wasn't asking if he'd been bitten, Cathy. I was asking what happened, and if he was okay." "BOO!"
    I jumped as the sound was barked from behind me, clinging onto Ian as tightly as I could, while every person in the room laughed at my expense. Needless to say it was Dustin, out of breath, who startled me onto the chess player turned football mascot. The green eyed man looked extremely stupid, waving a stark white box with a bright red cross on it in, the air. His eyes sparkled with pride. I raised a lip at him.
     
    "That was a dirty trick!"
     
    "Can't say it didn't lighten the mood!"
     
    "Lightened their mood maybe.." I grumbled, stabbing my finger toward the group of people sitting at the far wall. "Not mine. Scared me" "Out of your pants?"
    "No, Ian. I was actually going to say out of my mind, thank you for your interpretation of the situation though."
    Idly, I was amazed at how talkative I became as soon as I got around people I knew. One boy, that I didn't know outside of math class, loosened my tongue like nothing else. I was beginning to annoy myself with the way I was blathering on. Like a loon. Like an idiot. Like I was scared out of my mind.
     
    I was scared out of my mind.
     
    Who in their right mind wouldn't be?
     
    "Good to see you got your voice back kiddo." Dustin grinned at me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder as he moved to the back. One had to assume he'd be taking care of those harmed there.
     
    "I'm sure it is.." "What was that?"
    "I'm going to go to one of the vending machines, okay? I'm thirsty." "Take Ian with you."
    "Why?"
     
    "It's not safe to go around by yourself." "Inside?"
    "You never know."
     
    So I looked at Ian, and began walking with a nod of my head. Perhaps it was cruel of me to make the decision for him. Maybe he didn't want to go.. all right, so I knew he didn't want to go. Grown men don't shoot expressions of utter terror at their peers at random. But I was really thirsty. Like, desert dry, thirsty. It felt like I hadn't had a bit of liquid touch my lips in a couple of weeks, and would die without it, so I led the brunet mercilessly down the gloomy hallway.
     
    I'd been in the large school after dark before, it wasn't anything knew to me, especially since the lights were still on but the place had an eerie feel to it. Maybe it was the night
    I'd had so far. Maybe it was the ominous flashes of lightening outside of the window. I wasn't entirely sure, but I flinched at every echo of our footfalls.
     
    I wouldn't admit to the boy that I was jumpy, not even when he placed a hand on my shoulder and grinned. His smile was a nervous one, quickly falling away with a flick of his eyes at every open door. Why the doors were open was another answer I didn't have. Maybe it was so we could see what was in the rooms. Maybe it was so we wouldn't be quite as shocked if something came flying out of it, attempting to eat our brains.
     
    None of the potential precautions could have prepared me for the shattering of a window.
     
    Hands wrapped about my arm then, pulling me in the direction we'd come from. But I pulled away from Ian's grip. Part of my fight was morbid curiosity about what had broken the window, which window had broken, and why it had been broken. But the rest of it was the fact that I was dying for a Ginger Ale. A Sprite. Anything to calm my stomach down just a little bit.
     
    Just a little bit. "Excel, don't!"
    "Oh, shush up Ian." "What if"
    "We kill