Another fine day and I was off to school. I had discussed some of the paranormal matters with Clay and Joey but concealed most of the secrets of the library. Clay, however wanted to detect the mysteries of the Daemones and about Charlotte's muderer, in particular. I understood how much it mattered to him but I didn't think we teens are supposed to sweat for all of that; at least not then.
"So now what? We are simply going to just tolerate these 'so special' events and sit back, acting as if our lives are going extremely great?" Joey exclaimed furiously as she munched her fries.
"I...don't know. I mean what can we possibly do? It's not like we would be able to end this."
"So I guess I have no importance neither important work here. So just as stupid as you guys, I'm gonna leave this shit and leave. Hope you are 'fine' with that!" She got up and was all ready to leave just when Clay uttered sternly, "Do you guys think that any how these spirits are involved in, you know, the recent murders in the neighbourhood?"
We all exchanged glances and from her getaway position Joey sat down immediately.
"Smidge, Claydoh." she smirked. She then turned to me, "So now, you still think we don't have a proper reason to investigate about these?"
"Look. First off, we don't even know if the spirits are doing these. Second, the police are already handling the case."
She pursed her lips, as usual and stated, "Look. First off, we are gonna find out whether the spirits are involved. Second, the police doesn't know what we know."
"But-"
"No uts and buts namby-pamby, cause now you are coming with me. And you might not wanna know my stunts and punishments." She threatingly mentioned.
"Surely I don't." My eyes went round in defeat. And that's when I saw him. At the corner of my eye.
I stared at him as he creepily sat in an isolated corner and surrounded the whole canteen with his sight and eyes.
"Don't tell me you have are damn crushing on that princely freak." Joey jeered.
Blushing, I turned to her and exclaimed, "What?! No! I-I was just-ugh."
Both of them started laughing while I fidgeted nervously.
"But wait. Is his name Lucas?"
"Uh yeah Beca. But why were you looking at him so...keenly?" Clay asked, controlling back his laughter.
"Ugh there's nothing to laugh! It-It's serious. Like listen, he just looks..familiar to me. Like I've seen him or known him before."
"Aww, cosmic connections already? LOL" Joey joked.
"Jo, it's not time for this. Clay, does he really come to this school? Just give me a short potrayal on him please?"
"Freaks falling for creeps." Joey mocked again in a sing song tune.
"Shut up Joe-ker. My best friend is asking for 'boy tips' shh." he chuckled between his words, making more of my blood slowly evaporrate in fume, "Okay, so as you asked for, Lucas doesn't really attend school regularly that's why you don't really get to see him but he surely passes in exams, god knows why. He's mostly into headphones and observations and...I don't know anything else."
"You know where he lives?"
"OH HOLY GUACAMOLE REBECCA! You are so into him!" Clay exclaimed in enthuiasm and hopped off from his seat, widening the eyes.
"NO! Ju-just sit down. I'll tell you everything! Just calm down for god's sake!" I whispered and kept a downward gaze. He sat down and I seemed much hesitated to continue the convo. I wanted to let them know what was going on in my mind but I also didn't want to get the wrong idea about someone.
"Clay! Can you check the news of Glasgow 4 years before?" If my assumed suspicion was right, then Lucas must be in the news.
"What's his surname?" I inquired.
"Lucas...Allen probably." Joey answered.
At that time, seeing my concerned look, Clayton took out his laptop from the locker that he stole from his cousin and searched for what I asked. He showed me the options and I chose the title, 'Mother, son murdered by Mysterious Killer' in Youtube. We forwarded the first few seconds but stopped at the part where their names and pictures were shown.
"I knew it." I muttered while pointing at the photo of the young deceased boy, "See guys, Lucas Allen, 14 year old boy as in now...dead. The same face, the same name. It can't be a coincidence." We all looked from the laptop and then at his face. It matched!
"You aren't saying that he is a shapeshifiting zombie, are you?" Clay asked, jokingly.
"I...don't know. I'm just saying that he is supposed to be dead by now. Why is he....here?"
"This just keeps getting better." Joey said, probably not in sarcasm, "So he is not a human , you say?"
"God. Maybe?"
"We need to find out more about him. But how?" Clay stated.
"Let's check the student record file. There must be information about him and his family or something that might lead us to our answers. " I said, with the idea just popping out of my head. I guess an adevnture won't hurt after all.
"I supose that might not be such a bad idea. At least we can get the confirmation."
"So? When's the time?"
"Night? That would be freakin' dope though." Joey suggested, whilst I kept quiet.
"I don't think we have any other option. Thank god, there aren't CCTVs here."
"But there are guards, I don't think it's a good idea for us to go at night."
"You have any better idea?"
"Yeah? Maybe. There are other options. We can take help from our spirits. Or just go right now with a plan inside school. At night, the guards are surrounded literally everywhere and no, Joey we can't really knock all of them- if that is what you're thinking."
"Ah. You know me too well, namby-pamby."
"It's like 3 against 1. Or worse. No I meant...I ....we are the 3,no the 1 and all the guards are 3 , like_"
"Go-got it, stutt-stuttering , Beca." She mocked me, which was quite not unusual.
"Whatever. So anyone got any plan?"
"OH oh! I got one! And it's dangerously lit." She rubbed her palms intriguingly and smirked, which definitely meant her plans were going to be awfully evil.
"So listen. As we know, the record files are in the principles office for which- we need to somehow get the principal out as well as Jones who is guarding his office. Thus I have decided- first, we will go to the library and break one of the windows, during class time so no students would be there."
"We'll be ditching class? I've never do..done that." I uttered worringly.
"Then Clay would go and bring the principal about the window with extra excuses. " She continued without paying attention to my concern, who cares?
"Next I will be in the library, waiting to knock the principal out. I will then lock the library door from inside and then in the cue is Rebecca. You will tell Jones that principal got locked and he will go to rescue him trying to latch the door. And that time will be when you- Beca get inside and see the student files." She leaned back and did a dap, "Dun dun Duh!"
Both of our jaws went slack but I presumed that was the only option. One perilous option.
***
As planned, firstly we went to the library to ensure no one was actually there and break the window for diversion. But it seemed fate wanted otherwise.
We all went inside to strike for the window in the back of the room, we saw a person whose face was covered with the book he was reading.
"Hey nerdling. What are you doing here instead of being in the class?" Joey asked .
He lifted his book down and we could see his dark blonde hair as in a textured crop with fringes and eurostile spectacles. He gently answered, "Uh-I wanted to read the books. A-and I could ask the same about you."
"Oh shut up. It's our business here. But it's just surprising to see nerd ditching class for some books?" As if she realized something, Joey leaned to eye the book and scoffed, "These are not even maths or computing. Why are you reading about Mapuche Mythology?"
"Well, it's my business here."
"Whatever. But you need to leave right now."
"Why would I?"
"Cause I said! Ugh, look boy. We are facing unreal situations in our life which noboy can possibly imagine . So please understand."
"I guess yo-you didn't hear but I said n-no. And it's literally my first time fighting for myself and I won't back off..uh...girl!"
Annoyed, Joey rubbed her temples and turned around muttering, "Someone tell him to leave."
I nodded, ready to protest against him just when I realized about the book he was reading, "Wait, what is your name?"
"Travis Lincoln . My friends call me Trav"
"Do you even have friends?" Joey teased which made Travis bow his head down. I asked, "Trav, isn't Mapuche Mythology about deities and spirits?"
"Yeah, but how do you know? I mean its's quite rare."
"I-I searched, I mean I just know. But why are you reading it? It's not like a spirit is haunting you." I chuckled at the thought but soon realized my words and my smile faded. I mean why would someone randomly look for these type of myths?
"Wait, it's really not like a spirit is haunting you, is it?"
"WHA-WHAT NO?! What are you saying?" He totally freaked out and stood up stuttering.
"It's ok-okay. You don't need to exaggerate."
"Whatever, I-I ne-need to leave." Just like he said, he left the place in a hurry.
"That was weird." Joey shrugged, "But however good for us."
***
Schemingly, Clay brought the principal into the library with Joey waiting for him. He slowly sneaked out of the room and waited for her to knock the principal out and close the door from inside.
After that happened, hopefully Joey got out of the library from the window and then I proceeded to call the guard, Mr.Jones.
"He-hey. Mister? I don't know why, but I kinda heard our principal screaming from inside the library. I tried to open the door but it was probably locked from inside. Could you please check it out?"
"Sure dear." He went away instantly and I got into the office but stopped at the entrance when I witnessed the CCTV cameras. Seriously?
But I guess there was one person to save me; one spirit to bee accurate.
"Casper? Hey camouboy, you there?"
Without hearing any response, I sighed hopelessly.
"At you service, Reccy Beccy."
"Oh thank god. Look, no time to explain but could you somehow- you know do somehting with the CCTV so that..."
"Yeah got it. I know your plans, after all I'm with you in every sec."
His voice dissipated and in a swoosh of wind for a few seconds, he returned, "Hey it's all safe, you can proceed."
"What did you do?"
"Now would you like to waste your time in listening to my power theory or would you go and take the file?"
I pressed my lips in a hard line in embarrassment and went inside hoping to not fall in trouble. II searched almost all the drawers but couldn't find the files until Casper guided me to a corner with small drawers. I opened it and there it was.
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Name: Lucas Allen
Mother's name: Elliot Allen
Father's name: Scott Allen
Date of Birth: 04-07-2005
Address : End road of Glasgow city towards Bishopbriggs, Wood Cabin 167
Emergency number: -------
Blood: AB-
Hobbies: Navigate by the stars, Animal communication
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Just like that, the first page was all about that and the rest were about his records and grades, which was not necessary. But every information about him was odd. So I took a picture of it and fled from the room quietly.
The guard still didn't arrive so the situation was easy, except that my heart was deeply pounding every second.
I was halfway in the corridor towards the library to check about Clay and Joey but as I reached, the place was crowded with students and former teachers. I somehow found Joey in front and went to ask about the wrong.
"The principal's murdered."
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