?Brown skin girl
?Chapter Seventeen?
Ryan looked over his shoulder at her retreating figure as she ran up the stairs… What was going on? Was that a gunshot? Did she just save him?
He was sure that she knew what was happening and that was why she was so obsessed about him not going anywhere. Was he in danger?
He looked around in slight panic. Trisha was protecting him from something… Or someone. That was dangerous! She could die!.
He turned towards the opposite direction. He had to go after her. Its not all about his safety but hers too.
He began to walk towards the stairs Trisha ran up, his pace increasing after every second.
Suddenly…
He felt a tiny, sharp, prick at the back of his neck. He stopped.
“Ugh!” He exclaimed as his left hand flew to his neck to feel it.
He rubbed it slightly and tried to feel for what caused the prick. When he couldn’t, he gave up and looked in front of him to continue his journey.
His view was blurry and his head became dizzy. He furrowed his brows and rubbed his eyes. It seemed like the world was turning and he felt faint.
His body became too heavy for legs and he staggered to the wall of lockers for support. He blinked rapidly to get rid of the dizziness but it seemed not to work.
He promised. He promised her he won’t let them get him. He looked around him to see who shot him the dart. He tried his best not to slump to the ground but whatever was in that dart, was really getting to him. He tried taking a step towards the stairs and his eyes dropped… He flung them open immediately and kept them wide but they were too heavy for him to hold up for too long.
He took another step and then totally lost every control of his body, they had a will of their own and at that point, they chose to shut down.
Ryan slumped to the floor.
Black out!.
Becky furrowed her brows at the laptop as she saw the trees on the east wing rustle unnaturally. There must be something there.
She shut her laptop and stood. She hurriedly left the hall and out of the school, towards her car.
“Trisha… I think there really is a helicopter. Its not far from here. I just stepped out and I’m going to check it out… Do you copy?” She waited for a response… None.
She stopped halfway to her car and pressed the bluetooth deeper into her ear.
“Trisha?” She said.
“Trisha!!” She said louder.
“Trisha!!!” She shouted..
No response.
In the silence of the hallway, a tiny Bluetooth laid helplessly on the floor and Becky’s voice weakly rang out.
‘Trisha, can you hear me? Talk to me! Trisha!’
It fell off Trisha’s ear when she saved Ryan and she was too busy to notice.
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Trisha ran up the stairs and turned towards the floor she saw the gunman turn into.
She lightened her steps and slowly made her way through the passage, opening every door and checking the inside.
She was unable to find him at all.
The last room on that floor was the principal’s office.
Mrs Hanns was in there.. She should have seen the person that ran into the floor.
She slowly towards Mrs Hanns’ office, still looking into each room she past. Her steps were light and her breath high. She tried to keep it steady but it just wanted to express itself.
She began to feel an uncertainty rise up in her chest. She shouldn’t have let Ryan alone.
Whoever shot that gun and escaped her will still try to get to him again.
Panic bubbled up from the bottom of her belly and her heart found refuge in her throat.
Although Ryan promised, she knew he won’t be able to stop them on his own.
She had to get back to him… This was a mistake.
She abruptly swiped towards the other direction and starts for the stairs.
“Miss Robbins?”
Trisha startled and turned towards her.
She said nothing.
Mrs Hanns had some files in her hand and she closed the door to her office, giving Trisha a strict look.
“I told you two to wait downstairs but you both preferred to play hide and seek?” She said.
Trisha furrowed her brows in confusion.
“Hide and seek?” She asked.
“You’re looking for Ryan, not so? I heard him run into this part.” She said.
Trisha narrowed her eyes and widened it again.
She was talking about the gunman.
“No… No… That was not Ryan!” She said walking towards Mrs Hanns.
“Who was it then?” Mrs Hanns asked with a furrowed brow.
Trisha looked around her and lowered her voice…
“Principal Hanns, I think Ryan is in danger… That man that ran in here tried to shoot a gun at him.” She explained briefly.
Mrs Hanns’ eyes widened an angle.
“Are you sure?” She asked.
Trisha nodded her head vigorously.
Mrs Hanns heaved out a breathe… She slapped her head in panic.
“My god, its him!” She muttered.
Trisha furrowed her brows.
“Him who?” Trisha asked
Mrs Hanns snapped her head at her.
“Were you going after him? On your own? He would kill you! What are you thinking?” She scolded motherly.
“Who is he?” Trisha asked.
“He wants to kill Ryan.” Mrs Hanns answered. “He was right behind Ryan in the hall and that was the reason I had to call Ryan out.” She said.
“You know?” Trisha asked.
Mrs Hanns nodded.
“Come and see this.!” She said hurriedly, going back into the office.
Trisha followed reluctantly. The hinge in the door got a grip on her jacket and when she tried to freed it, a piece of her jacket tore off.
She groaned and followed Mrs Hanns.
“His name is agent Mac… He works for the DI6.” Mrs Hanns told her as she walked towards another door.
Trisha followed curiously.
The DI6. That’s the name of the secret organization.
Mrs Hanns opened the door and looked at Trisha.
“Look, 3 months ago, he fixated this bomb here to blow the school but then I figured it out.” She said.
Trisha went towards the door, her curiosity driving her.
She looked into the room, it was empty.
She frowned.
Mrs Hanns smirked and pushed her into the small room.
She fell in with a yelp but before she could stand up, she heard the door lock.
“Foolish girl!” She heard Mrs Hann’s laughter and another voice..
The janitor.
“Just as planned.” The janitor cackled.
Mrs Hanns reached for the thermostat and tuned down the temperature in the small room to 16°C.
She laughed evily.
“Freeze to death, miss Robbins.” She said curtly.
Trisha’s eyes widened.
She’d been fooled.
She glared angrily at the door and began to hit at it, screaming loudly.
She heard them go out and heard the door of the office slam shut.
“Arrrrrrgh! You’re such a fool.” Trisha yelled at her self.
She spun around the room looking for a way out. There was not even a window.
She groaned.
How was she going to get out of there?
She felt the atmosphere grow from cool to chilly to cold.
She rubbed her shoulders and breathed out cold air.
She hit the door again, screaming at the top of her voice. Kicking and pushing…
Nothing was working.
By the minute, the cold in the room increased, the room was turning blue and she was freezing and she could feel it. Was that even a thing?.
She hugged her shoulders and leaned on the door, her teeth chattering…
“Help!” She screamed again
Anybody.
She slided down to the ground and gathered herself in a spot.
Becky ran back into the school… She went into the hall and scanned it for any sign of Trisha. Where was she? Or the kid.
She met a girl and grabbed her hand.
“Have you seen Trisha?” She asked rudely. The girl rose a brow at her.
“Be nice, girl!” She said, dragging her hand off Becky’s grip.
“Did you just call me a… Ok.. Ok.. Have you seen Trisha.” She repeated a bit calmer.
The girl rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, she and Ryan went out to meet Principal Hanns.” She said.
“Where is Principal Hanns’ office?” Becky snapped impatiently.
“Are you new?” Bella asked her.
“Doesn’t matter!” Becky answered in annoyance
“Left wing, now don’t bother me!” Bella replied and walked away.
Becky groaned.
Great! ‘You would have been nicer’
Left wing! What a direction! She thought rolling her eyes.
She went out of the hall and walked gently to the hallway.
She stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked ahead of her to find another stairs.
“Great! Left wing here or left wing there!” She asked nobody in particular.
She walked through the empty hallway to the other stairs.
Something caught her attention on the ground.
She furrowed her brows in recognition as she bent to pick the Bluetooth as the red beeper was beeping.
She frowned. Her head snapped up ahead of her.
She began to run towards the stairs.
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