noveltune Chapter 149 Mysterious student
Chapter 149 Mysterious student
Silas scanned the entire hall with a serious expression, his eyes sharp as he tried to locate Vic. He was nowhere to be found. Vic had been standing right beside him just a few minutes ago, but now he had disappeared. There wasn't a single trace of him left behind.
"He probably just went to the restroom or something. You don't have to worry," Angelica remarked, noticing Silas's restless glances.
But Silas wasn't convinced. Letting Vic wander off alone didn't sit right with him, especially considering the circumstances. He still had no real idea what was happening to Vic, or if he was truly okay like he had claimed. Silas was certain that keeping a close eye on Vic was the only smart option.
Yet now, Vic was gone without a trace.
"I'll see you guys later," Silas stated, his voice firm as he started walking toward the hall's exit door.
"Is everything okay, Silas?" Angelica asked, concern softening her features.
"Yeah. All good, don't worry," he replied without turning around, his pace steady as he exited the cafeteria.
"He's definitely hiding something from us. Do you want me to go check it out?" Sebastian whispered as he approached Angelica.
"No, that would be inappropriate. Besides, you heard Sir Dominic—we're all supposed to return to our dorm rooms and stay there until we're told otherwise," Angelica responded, her tone resolute.
"What about those two? I can tell they're definitely not heading to their rooms. What if they get caught?" Sebastian inquired, his brow furrowed with worry.
"Vic's a Hardcastle. I doubt he'd face any punishment. And Silas... well, let's just say he'll find a way to slip through the cracks," Angelica replied with a sigh. "Come on, let's go; everyone else is leaving," she added, motioning for him to follow.
The hall, once packed with bustling students, was now steadily emptying. Faces were drawn with frustration as students trudged toward the exits. They had meticulously planned their day, only for everything to unravel. Their schedules were scrapped, their plans ruined. Now, they had no choice but to sit in their rooms and wait.
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While most students were making their way back to their dorm rooms, three individuals slipped away unnoticed, heading toward the backyard.
The group consisted of one boy and two girls, all of them radiating an air of defiance. Each of them looked rough and unkempt.
The boy's black hair was a tangled mess, falling in unruly strands across his forehead. Black cross tattoos marked both his cheeks, stark against his pale skin. His uniform was filthy, stained with streaks of dried blood and patches of dust. Around his waist, a Grade 3 skill slot was strapped securely, gleaming faintly.
The two girls walking beside him were just as striking. Both had sharp, angular features, framed by short black hair cropped close to their heads. Tattoos curled around their necks in intricate, serpentine designs. Silver nose rings glinted under the fading light, and their ears bore five earrings each, the metal catching the dim glow. Their skirts were deliberately shorter than regulation length, flaunting their legs—legs that bore more inked designs, a canvas of rebellion.
They walked with confidence, their presence crackling with raw defiance, ready to break rules and challenge anyone who dared to stop them.
Cat and Josie stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief and terror. Their cigarettes dropped, forgotten, as they watched Jerry flail helplessly.
The figure finally tilted his head up. Black eyes stared out, empty and cold as voids. Shadows curled like dark veins beneath his pale skin. Black fur and jagged scales crept across his cheeks, glistening like wet obsidian. His lips peeled back, revealing rows of sharp, glistening fangs.
Jerry's body went rigid, his mouth opening in a silent scream. The cold dread that filled his chest made his limbs heavy.
"W-what... what are you?" he choked out, his voice barely a whisper.
The figure—Vic—didn't answer. His grip tightened. Clawed fingers sank deeper into Jerry's flesh. Blood welled up in thick, crimson streams. With a final, brutal squeeze, there was a sickening crack. Jerry's head tore free from his body in a spray of blood.
The severed head hit the ground with a dull thud, rolling to a stop as lifeless eyes stared into the void. His body slumped a moment later, crumpling like a broken marionette.
A scream shattered the silence, raw and desperate. Cat and Josie's faces were masks of horror, their eyes wet and wild. The smell of blood and smoke mingled in the air.
They turned and bolted, their feet pounding frantically toward the academy building, screams still tearing from their throats.
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Silas's boots thudded against the hallway floor, his jaw set, eyes sharp with determination. He was searching, scanning every shadow. Then a scream ripped through the air, high-pitched and terrified.
He stopped dead, heart pounding. The sound came from the backyard.
Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the source, his body a blur of motion. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, shadows swallowing him whole.
As he neared the door to the backyard, two girls burst through it, their faces pale, streaked with tears, their bodies trembling.
"Hey, hey! What's going on?" Silas demanded, his voice firm but edged with concern.
Josie's eyes met his, hollow with terror. "There's a mutant... It killed Jerry. Don't go there!" she choked out, her voice raw with panic. She grabbed her sister's hand, and they disappeared down the hallway, their sobs fading into the distance.
Silas clenched his fists, knuckles cracking under the pressure. His eyes narrowed, dark with fury.
"Vic. Dammit."
He spat the words like a curse and charged forward.