Lari stood off to the side, sipping her punch.
Needs something, she thought, oh I know, Frangelico…no spiking the punch is so high scho-oh wait, its like I’m back anyway. She gazed at her classmates and wondered if they had noticed how sickenly sweet her speeches and temperament was. It was even giving her cavities. She really would rather have been off being truly sarcastic but had been taught to play the polite hostess when she needed too.
Stupid manners, she thought.
Oh there’s Shasta and Sally, good thing they are getting along. Boro seems to have worked up the confidence to go over and talk to Sally again. I think I should apologize for what happened…well it was a one time thing and I felt horrible about it…oh Fea just gave Alona lemons, that’s really nice of her to remember. And Nienna looks to have run off to the art room already. Oh good, Wilwa and Nessa are talking and everyone else seems to be entertaining themselves (I wouldn’t mind Autume’s SmartPhone…), that means I can go get some air.
Lari set her cup down and headed out of the conference room and off to the bathroom first. After that quick trip she was walking back to the conference room of green and black when she heard a giggle from behind a closed door and then a loud thump.
Its not a room…well I know curiosity killed the cat but I’m not a cat! Lari grabbed the handle and throw open the door.
Inside the closet she found that
Boro and
Sally had defiantly made up and were, well, talking with their mouths closed. All
Boro could do was splutter out nonsense while
Sally had the ability to exclaim “Oh spite, oh hell.”
“I’ll…leave you too it then.”
Lari closed the door.
Funny, I never thought that they were even that serious in high school, maybe they really got together afterward. Lari closed the door and walked away.
I better go find Mira, she thought, I saw her walk out and if I have be there she does too, co-voted hostess of the most annoying thing in awhile. She was pretty much giving into her inner sarcasm while keeping a bright smile on the outside.
Suddenly everything went black. When everything began to come into the focus again, she wasn’t sure what had happened, she noticed she was in library stacks.
That’s odd…there isn’t a library anywhere near here.
She turned and saw
Mira standing against the wall. “You’re here too!? Well then who’s AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Before
Mira could respond three blurs impaled her on the end of a
v-cart, a look of horror twisted with pain on her face as her blood began to coat the Encyclopedia’s that were on the cart.
“It was them!”
Mira chocked out before her head slummed to the side.
“It was who?” But
Lari’s thoughts were discontinued when she felt something fall on her head. “
The Dark is Rising?” She read the cover of the book before, more started falling. Hundreds of books came crashing down, covering her. All the Harry Potter books were aimed for her head it seemed, especially the fifth. “OWOWOWOWOWOW!” She screamed, her body became covered with all these children’s books. She realized she had to be in the
PZ section of the library, on that everyone messed up on purpose. Covered with the likes of
Grimm’s Fairy Tales,
Little House on the Prairie,
Charlotte’s Web, as well as the entire Percy Jackson series, she was glad that, while she felt horribly bruised and like her left arm was broken, that she wasn’t dead. And then the last book feel with amazing force and broke her neck. It was
Breaking Dawn, and the book had finally killed someone.
Over looking their carnage the Were-Librarians smiled. They had to go back to the “party” but not before taking something to write with.
The hall had become slightly deserted since most people had run off to do other things. The Were-Librarians like it that way, they could work in private.
Autume looked up from her phone after awhile and saw the message written in blood on the wall. ‘We’re back for our revenge, sincerely, your Were-Librarians’ it read. She screamed and ran for someone for help.
Mac and
Brinn stared at it, too horror struck to even move. Everyone came back into the room.
“What are we going to do? Where’s Lari and Mira-“ but
Hakon’s question was cut off when
Nerwen help up to polorids that were left under the message. They showed
Mira and
Lari’s deaths.
“Oh, this is not good,”
Formendacil commented.
The Living:
Sally, Awkward Theater kid
Fea, Freshman comp professor/slave
Hakon, Something rather successful but keeps it to himself, like in high school
Boro, Nervous student teacher
Autume98, Computer geek who keeps to herself and no one really knows
Nerwen, Ex-cheerleader with a job that sounds horribly more glamorous than it is
Nessa Telrunya, Has a fascination with Fantasy
Wilwa, Stay at home mom of 9
Nienna, Artsy kid that couldn't be dragged out of the art room so she stayed there
Mac, Shy kid
Shasta, Rebel with nothing to rebel against but still looks cool
Formendacil, Eater of Kraft dinners while getting his Doctorate in Inane Uselessness
Alonariel, Nurse who never sleeps
Brinn, The goth kid everyone is afraid of
The Dead:
Lari, crushed by books~
Moddess
Mira, impaled by a v-cart~
Co-Moddess
Let the speculations begin! You may still do a few in-character stuff if you like. As always, narrations have no clues in them.