Post by Jericho Harrison Parkman on Oct 16, 2013 4:57:40 GMT
He understood that it was a small town. With a small town comes a small budget for things, but this was getting completely rediculous. It was only recently that Jerry would come to this locker, the same locker he has had for years, and will precisely punch in the code only for it to not open after a couple of attempts. And he really wasn't feeling patient enough today to have to deal with faulty security. But here he was, at close to 7 am in order to get to school early to talk over his assessment with his art teacher. It was worth a majority of his final grade and he wanted to run the whole thing by her. Call him a nerd, or a perfectionist but he just wanted to be prepared. So here he was, after having had a long night of brainstorming ideas for his masterpiece, he was now up at the crack of dawn to ensure that he did well. Now that is commitment, and proof that he really needed more to fill out his days. But luckily enough, his life wasn't full of supernatural drama like his Vampire Slayer of a best friend.
He was getting used to the idea that Phoenix was a prophecised evil exterminator, and even though it basically shook up everything in his friends life, Jerry had a guilty conscience because - well, he was kind of happy it wasn't him that was involved in all of this. All he had to worry about is avoiding his father and getting through school with an above average overall mark, but in the same sense he felt nothing but worry and sadness for Phoenix. Well really, Phoenix was unwilling subjected to a life of fighting and danger, and it was sad because growing up together they always talked about what they wanted to be. Astronaut, doctor, and in Phoenix's case a star footballer. Was all of that now swept under the rug and now all that stood was the truth that Phoenix's life was never going to be the same. So yeah, that had been going through his mind, as he once again tried to put in the code to open his locker, and he gritted his teeth when it once again wouldn't work.
"Damn it! Why!". He moaned at himself as he went to put it in again. The hallway was vacant, he could not really hear anyone. Teachers would be getting to school soon he guessed, and he only had a couple of minutes until 7, and he had to deal with the fact that metal locks apparently hated him today. Sighing, he finished the code and still - no open. Rolling his eyes, feeling the stress build he then yanked down on the lock. "Just open!". He exclaimed and - - click! It opened, awesome! Jerry's smiled slightly as he opened his locker and got his books out for first period and locked it up again. Maybe this was his lucky day. Walking down the hall, he moved fast as he got to the turn-off and wizzed around it. His art teacher, Mrs Carper, was not one to be kept waiting. But as he hurried up the hall, he heard a bang behind him. It was like a door slamming in the distance and turning around, he looked down the hall. But he saw nothing. Well, he is not just forgetting things now but now hearing noises. Great! But turning back towards the door of the class, a hint of light from the floor caught his eye. What the - .
A puddle of blood seeped from under the door, a curved crimson spot on the floor that reflected the ceiling light. When Jerry saw it, a feeling of nausia grew inside him. What the hell had happened hear. Given that it was an art room, it could be spilled paint. But what if it wasn't. Moving forwards, he looked from the puddle to the door. Don't overthink it Jer, it's nothing. He tried to tell himself that the enlightment of vampires and evil being real was just making him expect the worse, so taking a breath he opened the door. Pushing it open, he stepped inside to see that his thoughts were very off.
Canvas's set up for the days lessons were covered in swirls, blots and splatters of blood. The floor had drag marks of blood trails. Some walls had cracks in them, and others had marks of red. The floor was littered with art supplies, broken brushes and stained paper. His breath shaking, Jerry's head turned slightly as he looked obove Mrs Carper's desk, to see the woman hanging from the ceiling with drops of blood still falling off the tips of her shoes. Tears welled up in Jerry's eyes as he looked on in horror, his heart pounding. Turning to run out of the room, the door swung shut, clipping him on the side and forcing him off of his feet. Jerry smashed front-forward into the wall, knocking over a large water troth that ran along the wall. Falling to the ground, the troth tipped over and rolling out came Greg, the school's janitor. Jerry looked at him and screamed, crawling backwards as the feeling of drying blood sticking to his palms. But looking towards the door, he shuttered as he saw the figure...