Reprisal

Chap. 2. Pale

Crowded hallways, faces walking rapidly reaching unknown destinations; the building vibrated with life. She emerged from that class near the old school’s fountain. Canvas in hands, she walked slowly, clumsily reaching for the next class before the warning sound of the bell rung. Her tear-inflamed face hidden behind short strands of dark hair; kept her protected against any curious glances.

Racing time, she moved a little faster now, cursing herself for having such a weak self-control. “Why did you cry” the question kept on maddening her thoughts, almost driving her insane.

Finally the next destination lay near. She went into the class silently avoiding any direct contact with her classmates. The place was cooler almost “icy cold” she thought. Sitting by her table, she started preparing to paint the canvas. “What an ugly painting” she reflected frowning at the picture with a sigh.

Teacher: “are you feeling ok Nohra”
Nohra: “yes” turning around pretending to look at something to hide her face.
Teacher: “you seem pale and you haven’t finished the painting yet” she instructed back, eyeing both the painting and Nohra back and forth.
Nohra: “nothing major…I just happened to have a headache” feeling the teacher’s gaze tighten around her she added hastily. “Can I go get some water ...Please?”

The teacher nodded.
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“ Great!” he thought, “ she finally came out”. Eyeing the small computer screen, which blinked with Nohra’s image; Huzuma moved slowly carefully gathering his tools as if not to leave anything behind him. He has been staying here since last night waiting for this particular moment. He moved leisurely sliding around the now visible janitor tools, avoiding any distraction. He moved outside the room heading toward the place where he spotted her last on his screen. Adjusting the light bag on his back, he moved a little faster now thus carefully avoiding eyes. Finally he reached the designated place.

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The pale face gaped back at her with melancholy distant expressions. She reached slowly touching the pale of her likeness in the mirror then touching her own; she started to weep.
Sharp shrieking sounds cut through her throat as she tried to trap her sobs. Shaking her head violently as if to lessen the urge to scream, she closed her eyes waiting for her method to work.
“ I wish I could…” her voice a shade of ghastly whispers addressing nothingness, “If I could” she tried again adjusting her voice a shade lower. “ If I could go far away”, she mused painfully, “ and never come ba……….”
A sudden urge to laugh cut her words short. She laughed frantically slamming her head against her palms. The small lavatory filled with bitter frenzied laughs, her tears tainted her heated palms.
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Huzuma stood by the lavatory’s entrance door; tension claimed his nerves as he waited for her to come out. Suddenly the faint anxious laughs ceased. Bracing himself for her to emerge; he moved closer to the door preparing to exit his plan.

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Finally calmed down; she turned on the gushing water for a quick refresh. She glanced at the mirror swiftly cursing her beaten condition. The roots of her hair wet shimmering with watery light, her eyes swollen and red thus her face displayed a morbid ghastly show of sorrow. Dragging her senseless body, she reached out heading back to the classroom.
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“ Aahh I am late, she is going to be mad” she mused sarcastically as she emerged out. A forceful hand got hold of her mouth, painfully trapping her body with the other free hand; the attacker pinned her closely to the wall. She thrashed radically summoning her strength to block his attack; nevertheless, a strange trance smell crept swiftly to her senses. She felt her body melt and collapse. Dazzling thunder threads hunted her vision. Darker and darker, the reality of her vision was replaced with eternal darkness.
“ If I only coul……..” she mouthed out the sentence before collapsing under the painful hold.
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TBC....hey ..i know it's kinda boring but well..i can't start the story unless i introduce the characters
Nohra...!!!!