The day began like a roar—loud, unrelenting, and charged with excitement. Two motorcycles blazed down a long, open road like rival dragons battling for dominance. The riders, hidden behind reflective helmets, moved as if fused with their machines, every sharp curve a testament to their mastery. The sunlight danced off the chrome, painting streaks of brilliance across the road as the roar of the engines echoed in the air.
The tension exploded as they skidded into the parking lot of Crestwood High. Tires screeched, leaving faint trails of smoke curling into the sky. Students near the gates froze in place, heads snapping toward the sudden commotion.
"Look! It's Harry again!" a student yelled, their voice rippling through the murmurs.
Harry, the renowned ace of the Kendo Club, pulled off his helmet with practiced ease. His messy blonde hair fell perfectly into place, catching the light like golden silk. His piercing blue eyes scanned the crowd with a cool, almost regal gaze before a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. Tossing his helmet onto his bike, he exhaled casually, as if the adrenaline of the race hadn't touched him. "Another easy win," he said, his tone dripping with effortless confidence.
Behind him, Luke removed his helmet, his golden hair nearly identical to Harry's but slightly wilder, giving him a more playful, untamed air. His sharp blue eyes sparkled with a different energy—a mix of charisma and mischievousness that made him stand out, even in Harry's shadow. Luke stretched lazily, pretending not to notice the murmurs around him.
Luke shrugs off the whispers and gives a small, reassuring smile. His eyes are fixed ahead, ready for the new day, but it's clear he doesn't mind the attention. In fact, he's almost used to it by now.
Inside the classroom, as soon as the brothers step through the door, the chatter fades like a gentle tide. All eyes turn to them: Harry, the cool and composed Kendo prodigy, and Luke, the charismatic younger brother whose confident presence instantly fills the room.
"Harry! Over here!" a voice calls out, filled with excitement, but before Harry can even turn, a cheerful voice cuts through the room.
"Good morning!"
It's Anna Woods, a girl sitting by the window. Her vibrant red hair flows like a fiery cascade, catching the sunlight. She waves energetically, her emerald green eyes shining with warmth. "You guys really know how to make an entrance," she teases, her smile lighting up her whole face.
Harry's smirk softened into an awkward yet polite smile. "Just another day in the life," he replied, running a hand through his hair.
Luke, on the other hand, flashed her a dazzling grin. "Morning, Anna! Your energy makes it feel like a festival," he said with a wink, earning a light chuckle from her."
Alright, class, settle down," the teacher announces, clapping their hands. "We've got a new student joining us today."
The door slides open, and the class collectively holds its breath. A girl walks in, and there's an instant buzz in the air.
She's got short, light blue hair that frames her face in a stylish mess, and her bright gray eyes sparkle with a mischievous energy that can't be ignored. Her confident grin spreads wide, as if she already knows she's about to make a lasting impression.
"Hey, everyone!" she calls out with a bold wave. "I'm Sophie Sinclare! I love driving all kinds of cars, and I absolutely can't stand people who don't share their opinions in the comment section!"
The entire class falls silent for a split second, before bursting into laughter. Sophie's laughter follows, confident and unapologetic, as if to say, Yep, I said it
The day carried its usual rhythm, but an underlying tension began to creep in. By lunch, the brothers were separated—Harry heading to his Kendo Club while Luke joined a group for basketball.
"Oi, Luke! Wanna play?" someone called.
Luke grinned, ready to take on the challenge. Meanwhile, Anna found herself showing Sophie around the school. Their laughter echoed as Anna pointed out the best spots to relax, from the terrace to the hidden corners of the library.
The shift came suddenly. Luke and his group entered the faculty lounge, seeking sports equipment. The room was eerily still, the usual hum of activity replaced by a silence that gnawed at the edges of comfort.
"Sir, the keys?" one student asked, their voice uncertain.
No response.
Luke's sharp gaze moved to the window, where chaos had erupted outside. Parents clamoured at the gates, their voices rising in panicked desperation. Blood painted the pavement, stark against the sunlight. Luke's breath hitched.
"Is that... blood?" whispered someone, their voice trembling.
The group bolted outside, their footsteps echoing like the drums of an impending disaster. Luke knelt by the teacher on the ground, his hands shaking as he tried to find signs of life. "Ma'am? Can you hear me?" His voice wavered, every word caught between fear and hope.
Before he could get an answer, the PE teacher nearby barked orders, his voice strained as he shoved against the gates. "Get her to the medical room—her wounds—quick! Before someth—"
A scream shattered the air.
"LUKE, BEHIND YOU!" Anna's voice rang out like a siren of doom.
He turned, heart hammering. The once-lifeless teacher was now on her feet, her head twisted unnaturally, bloodshot eyes staring hungrily. Luke stumbled back, terror coursing through him.
"Ma'am?" His voice cracked.
Before he could react. She lunged, snarling, sinking her teeth into the PE teacher with horrifying speed. Blood sprayed as his screams filled the air.
The PE teacher cried out in pain as she sunk her teeth into his face. Blood sprayed across the gate, his agonized screams echoing in Luke's ears.
The gates burst open, and chaos followed—a wave of people, their bodies broken, their eyes soulless, stormed in.
Luke didn't think—he ran, his legs moving on instinct as his mind struggled to process the nightmare unravelling around him.
This isn't real. This can't be real.