Demon Bear: Hibernation is Over
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xp_logsThe GenX Students at Bayville High have odd and sometimes terrifying encounters.
The cafeteria was blissfully silent and empty when Rahne ducked back into it. No periods had lunch at the moment which was good since it meant that her paper that was due the next day would probably not be in the same spot if it had been filled with students. She grimaced as she trotted over to the table where she'd been about half an hour ago. Her brain was shot, it wasn't like her to leave her homework or anything, really, behind.
She spotted it, in its neat little folder, and breathed a sigh of relief. "I could have just reprinted it," she muttered, "but all the notes I made on it today would be..."
The double doors to the cafeteria, the ones in front of Rahne, suddenly slammed open and then shut as if a huge gust of wind had come barreling through. Jumping in shock at the suddenness, she also clapped her hands over her ears for a moment. The sound echoed sharply in the empty room and her ears stung from it.
Frowning, she lowered her hands and moved to grab her papers but they were ... gone? Blinking, Rahne peered at the spot where she'd just seen them but it was just a blank spot. "Okay..." She crouched to see if they'd been swept under the table but nothing.
Standing, she finally did see them but on three tables over and in complete disarray. Something felt off and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise a little bit because she wasn't crazy - she'd seen her papers, in one piece, on the table she stood next to. Not scattered around several feet away.
Glancing around, Rahne took a couple of quick sniffs of the air but other than a strange, light scent she couldn't place, nothing seemed strange. "Nope, I've seen how these horror movies end," she said firmly, running over to grab her things. She'd fix the mess somewhere else - one that had people.
Clea entered the empty bathroom and entered the stall. No sooner did lock it, she heard the sounds of what appeared to be a large creature. Immediately she froze when something hit the door she was standing behind. It lasted only a few seconds and then silence. Slowly she turned to peek in the crack, thinking it might be some of the mean girls at the school but she saw nothing.
"Hello?" She called out, "Whoever is there is not funny." Clea waited a few more seconds. The jump scare happened when a large figure appeared in front of her and she took a few steps back until she hit the toilet behind her. After getting her breathing back to normal, and not seeing any shadows, she quickly opened the stall door and looked around. Nothing.
"You bloody hell better show yourself!" She yelled out to seemingly no one. She checked each stall and saw no one. Rubbing her face, she quickly went to use the restroom, washed her hands, and left the bathroom without further incident.
The sound of studs clattering on the floor filled the hallway as the football team tramped their way cautiously down the hall. For a moment they all looked like ice skaters slipping and sliding their way along the floor. This was always the hardest part of practice, not the warm-up run, or the relentless drilling, although seriously, how many times could someone run back and forth along the pitch before they dropped dead of sheer boredom. It was a question that their coach seemed determined to answer through sheer unrelenting practice. Stephen staggered slightly as one of his teammates pounded him on the shoulder, waving a hand at them as she struggled to right himself. Right now all he wanted was a cool shower and then the chance to sit down and you know not get up till...well ever. Reaching out to a wall Stephen paused, resting his weight on it as he sucked in a deep breath. So maybe going all out in that last run wasn't the smartest thing ever but at least he'd won that particular race. Only it must have taken it out of his, I mean he was seeing bears now in the middle of school. The teenager blinked, hands going to he face as he scrubbed at his eyes before glancing back down the corridor. Yeah no bear now, but it had looked so real, he could even smell it. Stephen sighed and pushed off the wall, yeah maybe a drink first and then the shower and a loooooong nap. Yeah, a nap sounded great as soon as he got home.
A girl with mousey brown hair raised her hand, "Mr. Brewer, May I use the restroom?" The teacher nodded and pointed towards the hall pass before going on with his lecture. The small girl picked up her purse, grabbed the hall pass, before walking past Maya towards the exit.
Maya watched her go before turning back to her teacher, she would get a transcript of the lesson later to go over as part of the resources given to her as a deaf student but that didn't mean she couldn't try and learn as much as possible while she was here. Still, even Maya couldn't pay complete attention given how much she hated Math class, and she found her eyes drifting toward the door and the little window that looked out onto the hallway. They'd changed the desk layout when she'd first started at Bayview High, forming all the desks into a U-shape that would allow what hearing her cochlear implants gave her to come through without the problems that acoustics could cause.
It made it both harder and easier for her, harder because she was almost always directly in her teacher's line of sight, easier because at least she could read Mr. Brewer's lips as well as listen to his words.
She had just turned back toward her teacher when she saw something large flicker at the edge of her vision, but when she turned her head back to the door, she didn't see a thing. Nobody else seemed to have seen it, but what little she'd learned since joining the people at the mansion, she knew when to not ignore a feeling. She looked around and noticed that nobody else had reacted to the shadow, or seemed alarmed at all. It was one of the many times she found her deafness frustrating, she couldn't tell whether everyone's obliviousness was because there was nothing there, or because there was something there and they just weren't attuned to that world as she was.
She'd known the school was giving off a feeling of dread and disorientation since she'd arrived this morning but she'd not been able to put a thumb on just where or what was causing the issue. It didn't help that her abilities in that regard were poor at best, nothing anywhere close to what Clea or Stephen could do. There were times when she wished she'd gotten more of her Grandfather's talents and less of the whole mutancy thing, at least she'd have had a proper teacher if she'd had any abilities in that regard. As it was, she just got 'feelings' or hunches when the building was large enough, or housed enough history or people.
Maya raised her hand and smiled at Mr Brewer with what she thought of as her 'Sucking up to the adults' smile. Most of the time you could get away with anything as long as you were pleasant enough and willing to lie your way to success.
"Mr Brewer? Can I please be excused? I really, really need to go to the restroom too."
"Miss Lopez, you know we have a policy of only one student at a time."
Mr Brewer gave her a look, as if assessing whether her need for the bathroom was valid, or merely a dodge to get out of having to learn just what cosine and sine were used for. She returned his look, trying to exude an air of someone who might at any minute completely fail not to piss over everything should they be so cruel as to leave her sitting in her seat like the horrible authoritarian nightmare he was.
"Alright, but if you're not back in a reasonable time there will be a detention in your future. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes! Thankyou, Sir. I'll be right back!"
Maya got out of her seat and made a dash for the door, hoping that the time between when she'd seen the large shadow and when she'd finally gotten out of the classroom would not mean that something horrible had happened. Just because most of the world didn't know the crazy things that lurked in the dark didn't mean that Maya could allow that ignorance to harm any of them.
***
She couldn't see it anywhere, she'd even looked in the bathroom, both to check on the girl who had gone before her and to make sure her teacher didn't catch her in a lie if he should come to check up on her.
Still, nothing.
No weird large shadowy creature of grim menace and no fellow teenage girl in need of a rescue, or at least someone she could have asked if they'd seen anything. It was with a scowl and a feeling that she was missing something important that Maya headed back to her classroom. She was sure something was going on, but she had no idea what.
She really needed to talk to the others. Maybe they'd be able to check things out later in the day when there weren't so many people around to ask questions.
Maya slipped back inside her classroom and took a seat as she smiled at her teacher. She'd made it back in time and lucky for her they were almost finished the algebra section of the lesson. She looked around, trying to be at least somewhat subtle but she couldn't see any sign of the girl who had left the classroom before her.
Something very, very weird was going on, and she had a very bad feeling that she was going to end up having to deal with it.
The cafeteria was blissfully silent and empty when Rahne ducked back into it. No periods had lunch at the moment which was good since it meant that her paper that was due the next day would probably not be in the same spot if it had been filled with students. She grimaced as she trotted over to the table where she'd been about half an hour ago. Her brain was shot, it wasn't like her to leave her homework or anything, really, behind.
She spotted it, in its neat little folder, and breathed a sigh of relief. "I could have just reprinted it," she muttered, "but all the notes I made on it today would be..."
The double doors to the cafeteria, the ones in front of Rahne, suddenly slammed open and then shut as if a huge gust of wind had come barreling through. Jumping in shock at the suddenness, she also clapped her hands over her ears for a moment. The sound echoed sharply in the empty room and her ears stung from it.
Frowning, she lowered her hands and moved to grab her papers but they were ... gone? Blinking, Rahne peered at the spot where she'd just seen them but it was just a blank spot. "Okay..." She crouched to see if they'd been swept under the table but nothing.
Standing, she finally did see them but on three tables over and in complete disarray. Something felt off and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise a little bit because she wasn't crazy - she'd seen her papers, in one piece, on the table she stood next to. Not scattered around several feet away.
Glancing around, Rahne took a couple of quick sniffs of the air but other than a strange, light scent she couldn't place, nothing seemed strange. "Nope, I've seen how these horror movies end," she said firmly, running over to grab her things. She'd fix the mess somewhere else - one that had people.
Clea entered the empty bathroom and entered the stall. No sooner did lock it, she heard the sounds of what appeared to be a large creature. Immediately she froze when something hit the door she was standing behind. It lasted only a few seconds and then silence. Slowly she turned to peek in the crack, thinking it might be some of the mean girls at the school but she saw nothing.
"Hello?" She called out, "Whoever is there is not funny." Clea waited a few more seconds. The jump scare happened when a large figure appeared in front of her and she took a few steps back until she hit the toilet behind her. After getting her breathing back to normal, and not seeing any shadows, she quickly opened the stall door and looked around. Nothing.
"You bloody hell better show yourself!" She yelled out to seemingly no one. She checked each stall and saw no one. Rubbing her face, she quickly went to use the restroom, washed her hands, and left the bathroom without further incident.
The sound of studs clattering on the floor filled the hallway as the football team tramped their way cautiously down the hall. For a moment they all looked like ice skaters slipping and sliding their way along the floor. This was always the hardest part of practice, not the warm-up run, or the relentless drilling, although seriously, how many times could someone run back and forth along the pitch before they dropped dead of sheer boredom. It was a question that their coach seemed determined to answer through sheer unrelenting practice. Stephen staggered slightly as one of his teammates pounded him on the shoulder, waving a hand at them as she struggled to right himself. Right now all he wanted was a cool shower and then the chance to sit down and you know not get up till...well ever. Reaching out to a wall Stephen paused, resting his weight on it as he sucked in a deep breath. So maybe going all out in that last run wasn't the smartest thing ever but at least he'd won that particular race. Only it must have taken it out of his, I mean he was seeing bears now in the middle of school. The teenager blinked, hands going to he face as he scrubbed at his eyes before glancing back down the corridor. Yeah no bear now, but it had looked so real, he could even smell it. Stephen sighed and pushed off the wall, yeah maybe a drink first and then the shower and a loooooong nap. Yeah, a nap sounded great as soon as he got home.
A girl with mousey brown hair raised her hand, "Mr. Brewer, May I use the restroom?" The teacher nodded and pointed towards the hall pass before going on with his lecture. The small girl picked up her purse, grabbed the hall pass, before walking past Maya towards the exit.
Maya watched her go before turning back to her teacher, she would get a transcript of the lesson later to go over as part of the resources given to her as a deaf student but that didn't mean she couldn't try and learn as much as possible while she was here. Still, even Maya couldn't pay complete attention given how much she hated Math class, and she found her eyes drifting toward the door and the little window that looked out onto the hallway. They'd changed the desk layout when she'd first started at Bayview High, forming all the desks into a U-shape that would allow what hearing her cochlear implants gave her to come through without the problems that acoustics could cause.
It made it both harder and easier for her, harder because she was almost always directly in her teacher's line of sight, easier because at least she could read Mr. Brewer's lips as well as listen to his words.
She had just turned back toward her teacher when she saw something large flicker at the edge of her vision, but when she turned her head back to the door, she didn't see a thing. Nobody else seemed to have seen it, but what little she'd learned since joining the people at the mansion, she knew when to not ignore a feeling. She looked around and noticed that nobody else had reacted to the shadow, or seemed alarmed at all. It was one of the many times she found her deafness frustrating, she couldn't tell whether everyone's obliviousness was because there was nothing there, or because there was something there and they just weren't attuned to that world as she was.
She'd known the school was giving off a feeling of dread and disorientation since she'd arrived this morning but she'd not been able to put a thumb on just where or what was causing the issue. It didn't help that her abilities in that regard were poor at best, nothing anywhere close to what Clea or Stephen could do. There were times when she wished she'd gotten more of her Grandfather's talents and less of the whole mutancy thing, at least she'd have had a proper teacher if she'd had any abilities in that regard. As it was, she just got 'feelings' or hunches when the building was large enough, or housed enough history or people.
Maya raised her hand and smiled at Mr Brewer with what she thought of as her 'Sucking up to the adults' smile. Most of the time you could get away with anything as long as you were pleasant enough and willing to lie your way to success.
"Mr Brewer? Can I please be excused? I really, really need to go to the restroom too."
"Miss Lopez, you know we have a policy of only one student at a time."
Mr Brewer gave her a look, as if assessing whether her need for the bathroom was valid, or merely a dodge to get out of having to learn just what cosine and sine were used for. She returned his look, trying to exude an air of someone who might at any minute completely fail not to piss over everything should they be so cruel as to leave her sitting in her seat like the horrible authoritarian nightmare he was.
"Alright, but if you're not back in a reasonable time there will be a detention in your future. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes! Thankyou, Sir. I'll be right back!"
Maya got out of her seat and made a dash for the door, hoping that the time between when she'd seen the large shadow and when she'd finally gotten out of the classroom would not mean that something horrible had happened. Just because most of the world didn't know the crazy things that lurked in the dark didn't mean that Maya could allow that ignorance to harm any of them.
***
She couldn't see it anywhere, she'd even looked in the bathroom, both to check on the girl who had gone before her and to make sure her teacher didn't catch her in a lie if he should come to check up on her.
Still, nothing.
No weird large shadowy creature of grim menace and no fellow teenage girl in need of a rescue, or at least someone she could have asked if they'd seen anything. It was with a scowl and a feeling that she was missing something important that Maya headed back to her classroom. She was sure something was going on, but she had no idea what.
She really needed to talk to the others. Maybe they'd be able to check things out later in the day when there weren't so many people around to ask questions.
Maya slipped back inside her classroom and took a seat as she smiled at her teacher. She'd made it back in time and lucky for her they were almost finished the algebra section of the lesson. She looked around, trying to be at least somewhat subtle but she couldn't see any sign of the girl who had left the classroom before her.
Something very, very weird was going on, and she had a very bad feeling that she was going to end up having to deal with it.
