Winds Of The Apocalypse (32 page)

"If you don’t mind,” She said with th
at sweet no good bearing voice.

“We will start today's lesson with introductions.” She smiled. “Since I don’t know you and this probably the first time that any of you had seen me I guess it would be fair if I start first. I am Miss Carla." She said, turning momentarily, exposing just for a second her nearly transparent undershirt laundry as she leaned over the table and got a thin black notebook out of her black bag and then turned back, flipping it open and raising her eye
s to look back up at the class.

Something about the way she was watching them with her striking blue eyes had trigger
ed something in Casey's memory.

It was like she had seen it before but couldn't remember or place her finger on who ever had watched them li
ke that before this Miss Carla.

She was sure it was human though so she just shrugged it off, thinking it was nothing to worry about and there will be any harm done if s
he will just remember it later.

Sh
e was wrong.

The new teacher started reading the students names, looking up every time to se
e who was there and who wasn't.

When she got to Din's name Colin quickly said that his friend didn't feel well, saving the gang from an explanation they couldn't
provide.

She didn't read Morgan’s name but she did look at his place next to Casey, Casey’s stomach turned, it was as if she was looking right at her brother, seeing him just like
the nurse at the hospital did.

"So," Miss Carla said after she was done reading as s
he set the black notebook down.

"I am sure you all heard about the tragic event that happened in our school a few days ago and the horrid events that fallowed in the hospital and on school grounds that brought me here, “She paused, looking up at
Casey.

Morgan growled lowly, squeezing Casey’s hand, suddenly; he didn't like the new teacher
as much as he thought he would.

“And I just wanted to tell you all,” She continued, never taking her eyes off of Casey’s. “That if any one of you want to talk about it or knows anything that will lead the
police to solve this mystery…”

She shifted her gaze to Colin and then to Toby and Ma
y who sat the closest to Casey.

"Then please don’t be afraid to tell me, ok?” She sm
iled. ”I am here on your side.”

 
                                                                      ---

About forty minutes later, after they had been given the schedule for the next couple of days and the new hours of the examinations Miss Carla had insisted that all students will find the time to see her in the passing week. 'Sort of a one on one chat', she sa
id, to get to know them better.

After giving those instructions she excused them and the gang got up in unison to leave the classroom, walking out as they ignored the swarm of boys that hurried to schedule their appointments with Miss Carla and the gossiping girls that headed
in front of them down the hall.

"Did you see how she looked at us?” Casey asked with concern as they slowly
began to ascend the staircase.

Colin nodded.

”Yes, it was so damn creepy, like she knows what we did or something.”

Toby shook his head.

”Impossible, how can she possibly know that? She is just our new teacher and no sane person will ever think that Casey had kidnapped Morgan, it’s just sounds like a movie script, that what that is.”

“Movie script or not, I feel like I am on watch, we sh
ould be a little more careful.”

Morgan rolled his eyes. ”And tha
t is something coming from Me.”

He looked at Casey. ”Hey, didn't you have your diary when we came downstairs? I was sure you grabbed it
off the table just as we left.”

He asked puzzled, knowing Casey never
parted with the blue notebook.

Casey’s eyes widened as she looked down at her hands, blushing as she thought about all the incriminating things she ha
d wrote there.

"Shit!” Casey exclaimed as she searched through her garments. ”I must have forgotten it in the class. I have to go back for it.
“ She looked at Morgan. “Meet me upstairs, in our room, I'm going back to get it.”

“Do you want us to come with
you?” Colin asked.

“No,” Casey shook her head.

“What danger could possible expect me with that teacher besides a makeover?” She said bluntly as she turned on her heels and headed back downstairs.

"Excuse me, Miss Carla, “Casey knocked on the classroom door and
then began opening it silently.

“Sorry, I forgot my…” Casey gasped loudly as she went silent in shock, standing glued to her place, her trembling hand still
griping the cold metal handle.

“Oh god…”

Chapter fifteen: A pretty trophy.

"Oh god."

She whispered and then her mind caught up to her and she loudly screamed in fear, completely terrified at who or what was standing before her, the black brown feelers of the monster already visible through the white creamy human skin.

'Miss Carla' stood by her desk, her features no longer resembling anything human, the skin hang loose from her crackling bones as she stretched up from the human form, transforming back into what she really was,
one of the retched apocalypses.

There was no mistaking it, her blue fly eyes turned to look a
t her and Casey screamed again.

"You
're one of them!” Casey yelled.

”Casey….” The apocalypse growled, advancing t
owards her.

“No!” Casey howled, finally letting go of the handle, she turned and ran, tripping over herself and scrambling up the staircase, all the while, the now transfo
rmed creature calling her name.

Casey didn't stop running until she was back on their floor, banging the door and screaming for help as Mo
rgan rushed to open it for her.

“Casey!” Morgan caught her as the
later collapsed into his arms. 

“Close the door! Close the door!” Casey howled and Jon hurried to slam it shut and lock it. He didn't care what the reason was, if Casey was in this state something bad must have caused it, he wasn't going to ask anything or argue with
her until he did as she asked.

"Casey!” Morgan looked down at his twin, pulling her up to her feet and holding her tight
ly.

”Casey, what happened?” He demanded but it seemed that Casey was still too f
ar gone in her panic to answer.

“Lock the door! Lock the door! Please!” Casey screamed, panting, almost fighting free out of M
organ’s grasp to do it herself.

“It’s already locked!” Jon ass
ured her, joining his siblings.

"I did it myself. Casey!
Calm down!” He caught her arms.

“It’s lock
ed! Now tell us what happened.”

He said, holding Casey hands until the girl looked up at him, her ey
es wide and her lips trembling.

"Our new teacher…” Casey breathed out, "She's…She’s not human!”
She finally managed to whisper.

”What?!”
Toby started at her. “Then what is she?!” Casey closed her eyes.

“She is one of the ap
ocalypses!” She cried bitterly.

”Oh my god…” Colin sat down on Morgan’s
bed, staring at the white door.

Morgan was about to say something when a loud knock coming from the pai
nted wood took his breath away.

All heads snapped towards the door as Morg
an tightened his grip on Casey.

Casey in return clangs to Morgan, whimpering as Morgan wrapped his arms around her in a protective way, using his right arm to pull Jon closer. At that moment Morgan didn't want any of hi
s siblings to be away from him.

 
“It’s her!” Casey cried out, her whole body shaking. “What are we going to do?!”

She asked loudly, "Morgan! What are we going to do?!” Casey repeate
d, sobbing against her brother.

Jon looked at his speechless brothe
r and then back at his friends.

“We are going to open the door.” Jon decided, moving away from his twin and makin
g Morgan loose his grip on him.

”What?!”
Casey howled in a strained groggy voice.

“Did you fucking lose your mind?!” Colin growled, looking at Jon’s face that was
currently clad of all emotion.

"No…" Jon shook his head. “But I don’t see what other choic
e we have here.”

He walked up to the door and stopped just b
y it as he heard Casey whimper.

”Casey.”
Jon looked back at her. "It's just one. We can handle one.” He felt his back cover in cold sweat but he had to maintain his composure.

“Besides, maybe w
e could use it."

"Or it will use us!" Casey yelled, surprising everyone by
her outburst including herself.

“It w
ill use us for breakfast, Jon!”

"Casey, please, I think he is right.” Toby said, getting closer to Jon who was still standing half turned by the door
. "Maybe we should talk to it.”

“You are as insane as he is.”
Colin growled, looking at Jon.

“Don’t let her in.” Casey begged and just in tha
t second came the second knock.

"Let me in.” They heard the pleasant v
oice of the pretend Miss Carla.

"I need to talk to you.” The creature
said quietly. “It's important!”

The creature insisted. “I promise y
ou that you will not get hurt.”

Jon bit his lip
and looked back at his friends.

"Well?" Casey growled bitterly, patting Morgan’s hand and then stepping away from
Morgan and closer to the door.

”Ok…” She said, voice confident but her
insides screaming with horror.

”Ok, open i
t.” She drew in a shaky breath.

"Are you sure?" Morgan asked her, crossing his
arms to stop them from shaking.

"No." Casey said, taking a
few more steps forward. “But…”

She reached for the key, slowly twisting it in the other direction, “We have
no choice and it's only one...”

The door cracked open and all present in the room automatically moved back with Casey resuming her pos
ition back clinging to Morgan.

The creature pushed the door fully open, revealing their teacher in her human form, standing there, wa
tching them with her blue eyes.

"Can I come in?" Sh
e asked in an almost shy voice.

"Do we have a choice?" Morgan rasped
almost inaudibly.

"Yes, you do." The apocalypse answered, looking straight at him. "And yes, I can see you." Morgan smirked.
"Big surprise there, creature." He said sarcastically.

“You are the
one who put me in this state.”

“No, not me.”
She pointed out, shaking her head.

“Then the likes of you.” Morgan argued.
“It makes no difference to me.”

The creature smiled sadly, stepping into the room a
nd closing the door behind her.

This time, no one moved but they were glaring at her, each with his own set of mind of how best to kil
l her if the need calls for it.

"You don't have to be afraid of me." She said
, as if reading their reaction.

"Like hell we don’t!" Toby glared at her, his hands bowl
ing into tight whitening fists.

"In the last couple of days you managed to put Morgan in a coma,” He pointed
at the boy standing beside him.

“Kidnap Din and I’m not even going to mention what y
ou did to Jon eight years ago!"

"I didn't do that!" Miss Carla declared exaggeratedly, she was eager not to be the object of
their hate.

"It was one of your kind, might as well be you.” Toby agreed wit
h what Morgan had said earlier.

“You are all the same." Jon suddenly spoke; sounding more angry and sad then he had ever been in their presence si
nce the gang had first met him.

Miss Carla looked at
him with a saddened expression.

"I’m sorry for what happened to you.” She said her voice sincere but Jon didn't let himself the pleas
ure of believing her deception.