At 7/1/07 02:12 PM, Sarai wrote:
The 8th of July?
Hooo humm, that's a long time to wait, still as I said, I hope that your exams go well. This story is very good, but not as important as those!
That's very kind of you indeed, Sarai.
So, first of all, I apologize (for the ump-teenth time) for my incredibly prolonged absence, and for my exceeding tardiness. I can't stress how crappy I feel about not being able to get back to this thread until recently, especially to those who've been periodically checking the story (as the view-count has risen quite a bit, since the last time I was here).
All I can say is that, as I tried my level best to do well at my exams (which went pretty well :p ), I will also try to make this story (if pathetically slow in the making) an enjoyable one, from here on out.
At any rate, it's truly great to finally be free from that load of stuff that had ladened my brain cells up 'till the day before yesterday. So great, in fact, that I now feel ready for the next chapter.
As always, I hope that you'll enjoy the new installment, and that you'll be kind enough to point out each and every major fault or error that you happen to notice in my tale.
...right, so...enough dilly-dallying. On with the show ;)
Chapter Five: "-ay, there's the rub."
(part one)
"Sorry, I'd rather not waste any more time here...I've got nothing against praying, but I think we've spent quite enough time as it is, chatting away. Sure, speculating and hoping beats the hell out of shooting people's un-dead brains out and all, but I'd still rather not sit in one place for too long."
Gagsy's tone was within a hair's breadth of disrespect...hostility, even. She didn't care much for this mystery lady that had so recently plummeted in their midst, explaining little and proving less, and who believed to have complete control over the group.
Hidden in the janitor's closet? With those kind of self defense skills? She could have bashed half a wall down with the force she'd used on those ex-classmates of theirs. Not to mention the sheer speed she'd pulled it off with.
No, she didn't trust this Sarai woman. Not for an instant. And she hoped to high heaven that the others hadn't been swayed by the woman's words either...or at least, that they'd realize (as she had) that not one of them had ever even seen this substitute teacher before, much less met her and spoken with her in class.
Sarai couldn't manage to notice the edge in the young student's voice, it seemed. Or perhaps she simply didn't feel like addressing the problem at the moment, given the unprecedented crisis on their hands. At any rate, she turned towards Gagsy, and nodded her head.
"You're probably right. The faster we move outside, the quicker we find out how bad this really is. Let's move."
And with that, she turned and cleared a path to the smashed doors.
Gagsy scoffed inwardly, but followed suit nonetheless. Her own, private suspicions would have to wait. The rest of the group moved for the exit as well.
Except for Trunks.
He stared blankly above the shattered remains of the front doors of the institute, as if puzzled. His attention was apparently fixed on the enormous clock that hung there, as always, and that was apparently still functioning.
"You've got a watch, ya know. And if it takes you that long to tell the time, you should probably just make it easier on yourself and ask someone who isn't ADD positive."
Link was keen on getting as far away from the blood-smeared surroundings as possible, so the idea of waiting a while for his younger fellow student to keep up with him wasn't all that fetching to him.
But of course, Trunks wasn't concerned with what time it was at that moment.
"...what day is it today?"
Tigerkitty had also taken notice of the hold-up, and didn't seem all that much happier about it than Link (albeit not willing to be so much of a smart-ass about it).
"Not sure if it matters all that much at the moment, but...it's Saturday, I think. Why do you ask?"
Trunks frowned. "I thought so too, but..."
He pointed at the clock.
"...it says that it's Friday. Friday the 29th."
The others stopped for a moment and craned their necks to look at the date that Trunks was reading. Sure enough, they saw the same numbers and the same day of the week, right below the large Clock.
Link rolled his eyes. "Well, if we start complaining about every itty-bitty thing that's busted in the school at this point, we might as well start a camp fire and pitch a tent somewhere. Heck, even the people are fucked up, come to think of it..."
Gagsy ignored this and just looked towards Tigerkitty, who was checking her watch. She glanced up at her classmate, and nodded.
"My watch says it's Friday, too. As does my cellphone."
"Ok, ok...what? Are you hearing yourselves here, guys? We've obviously got a case of weird-ass coincidences on our hands, here. I mean, how the hell would..."
Link pulled out his own cellphone and checked the display.
"...would...uhm..."
"Well?"
"...erm...obviously, my cell phone's been screwed with as well" he muttered quietly.
"Excuse me, but weren't you kids in a hurry just a minute ago?"
Sarai had come back inside the building, after having exited from it just about when the rest of them had stopped going onwards. She glanced at their confused expressions and jerked her head towards the outside.
"I don't know what's the matter with you guys, but whatever it is, I'm pretty sure that it can wait. This is more important, trust me."
Her expression and mannerism didn't leave room for any doubt. Something had troubled her quite a bit. They put their phones and watches away and moved quickly towards the exit. They went past the cafeteria, past the smashed-up Principal's office, and into the small recreation plaza in front of the school.
Sarai (who hadn't waited up) was moving quickly towards the iron gates that lead to the main road, the "Viale Vaticano". Once she reached them, she turned and gestured to the students to join her there.
But before they could reach her, they began to gag and retch, almost simultaneously. An unholy stench had begun to fill their nostrils with it's nauseating odor, forcing them to clutch at their shirts and sweaters and cover up their noses.
"Jesus, what the hell is that?!? It smells worse than it did back in the goddamned school, for crap's sake!"
Tigerkitty, who alone seemed able to stand the horrid smell without covering her face up and losing her balance, moved forward and squinted past Sarai's shoulders, down into the ancient part of the city that lay below the winding road.
She grimaced.
"...I think I'd be surprised if it didn't, Link. I suggest you take a look."
He sped up, and did as she said.
And didn't believe his eyes. He dropped the part of his shirt that he'd been holding over his face, mouth agape, struck dumb.
Half of Rome, the Eternal City, was ablaze.
The rest of the group didn't react much differently. Trunks began to shake, as Gagsy simply closed her eyes tightly and stood still.
Tigerkitty spoke up first. "We should do something. Now. If things are as bad as they look from here, there are hundreds of thousands of people in danger at this very moment. We've got to call someone. Anyone. Now." She fumbled in her backpack for her cell phone, already trying to remember the Italian number for the police. Gagsy, still not opening her eyes, reached into her pocket and pulled out her own.
Sarai shook her head.
"I'm afraid that that wouldn't do much good. Try to think for a second, kids. Do you really think that all of Rome won't have noticed this? That an entire city of people wouldn't react to hundreds of buildings going up in flames?"
(end of part one)