knock, knock, knock
Ayesha knew her escape wouldn't be taken lightly, but she still had hope that as long as she could survive to the next sunrise she would be safe. She'd decided to lock herself in her bathroom remaining silent and praying those knocks weren't from students.
The silence broke when Ayesha heard the sound of broken glass and turning knobs. Steps sounded throughout her small 2-bedroom apartment. They had somehow got in through both the balcony and the front door. She counted 3 separate pairs of feet scrambling; she also made her plan. Once the footsteps quieted she would burst out the bathroom and make a run to the local convenience store, surely students wouldn't be bold enough to murder her in public. The Graveyard Act forbade it.
Her apartment went silent, this was her chance. Her only chance.
She busted open the bathroom and sprinted towards the exit, only to realize the door knob was locked with chains.
She'd turn her head back and her eyes met with teen girl in a school uniform and a black bunny balaclava.
"She's at the front door!" Voiced the girl in the balaclava
Seemingly out of nowhere another appeared next to her, he was in a cartoonish oversized red dragon mask, with a similarly red backpack and the same school uniform holding a bag of pills outstretched to her.
"Please, for both our sakes take the pills."
There were at least 50 sleeping pills in his hand, he had no intention of her waking up.
CRASH; from behind Ayesha an axe slashed into her left shoulder, she was reduced to nothing but tears, screams, and pleads.
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I stared at Rex in my comical dragon mask while he gashed at the victim repeatedly and excessively, turning former teacher Ayesha Nicole into a mass of blood, flesh, and remaining brain matter. This is why I hated termination duty, especially with Rex.
"You done now?" I questioned Rex with a obvious annoyance in my tone
"Hahaha.. don't tell me you can't handle a little blood" Rex stated while his kitsune mask and school uniform was coated in blood and skull fragments of Ayesha.
"Can both of you quit it, lets just go. No point in wasting time her when the hazards been exterminated." Lynn would echo this as the sole voice of reason among the group
"Yeah sure, just Hel is acting like a baby; I mean seriously sleeping pills. You're acting like you have to clean the body. the days we don't clean should be the days we cut them up the most." Rex would state with the most vain possible.
I ignored his bickering a texted Malcom we needed him to clean, then Ophelia that the job was done.
"Shut up and go home." I had stated with a surprising amount of stern it even caught me off guard.
I looked around the apartment a bit after everyone left and found Ayesha's hazard contract. Hazard duty... the governmental loophole which makes capital punishment legal for almost any crime.
I snickered at the absurdity but also felt myself begin to cry as I first hand experienced the loss of someone due to hazard duties.
After that, I decided no point in staying around any longer. Since it would only serve to make my guilt deepen.
The next day at school was more of the same, everyone attempting to hide their contempt for me but lacking quite heavily. The reason for this is simply due to people for the most part hating the student council.
Every student is expected to join a club and through that club they do their night civil duties. However, rather then advisors, the student council oversees all civil duties.
Thus, student council usually serves a as vessel of administration to prevent people breaking the Graveyard act.
That's really the only reason I'm in the student council, since we're mostly administrative it's unlikely we'll be sent on terminations unless it's someone who escaped.
Along with the fact that almost every club in this school terminates hazards in the most gruesome ways possible....
Another odd thing I noticed at school was that the archery club was not as boisterous as usual, neigh every time I passed by an archery club member through the halls their usually cherry nature was replaced for a silent anxious one.
It only left me wondering what Ophelia had done to them.
However, that thought was cut short when I realized what was coming.
Mid-terms were only next week, but the tests are not what I'm afraid of, rather the clubs. Mid-terms serve as the second biggest hotbed of act-breaking activity, only second to finals.
In other words, hazards will be facing some of their most grotesque punishments. While student council has to manage all their insane executioners.
I raise my head a scan around the class, disgusted at how lively and normal their faces are, especially having understood that everyone in that class is a murderer, even me...