Chapter 11: The Enigmatic Encounter

Chapter 11: The Enigmatic Encounter

"Ugh, how could I freaking forget? I need to focus and get my head straight," John said, almost facepalming as he made his way back to the school's main building to find its supply room. He walked cautiously, tightly gripping the machete in his hand, muscles tensed and ready to strike if needed. He was still haunted and uneasy from his first kill, needing more time to truly come to grips, even with Fae having helped him settle.

Finding the supply room nearby, John forced the door open and looked around. It was empty, locked for security reasons, not someone hiding inside. He put his pack down and started loading it with toilet paper, muttering, "God, I am so glad I remembered. Last thing I would want is my stomach needing to work and, yeah, not going to go there. Better have it and be prepared than not. Really don't want to nip it off." He shivered at the thought of his world not becoming more fantasy-like, where bodily functions weren't needed.

With the rolls of toilet paper loaded and not needing much else as far as he was aware, John went back to the hall to find some glass bottles. He grabbed three of them and tore some fabric into strips. Hoping to find a lighter near the bodies, he was disappointed as he found none. He cursed the changes that caused people to lose their belongings due to the changes and new clothes.

Intriguing thoughts crossed his mind, wondering if they would need to replace their clothes if they got damaged or dirty, or if some kind of magic would keep them pristine. Shaking those thoughts off, he moved to a relatively undamaged car. John ripped open the side bumper, covering the gas tank. He wrapped cloth around the blade of the machete, carefully avoiding the handle before placing it down on the ground and getting his crowbar. Then, he hit the gas tank with the crowbar until a hole was made, filling the glass bottles with fuel, then dousing the machete blade, ensuring it was ready to ignite.

following that he popped the hood of the current car and used the machete to cut the cables connected to the battery, following that he placed it upon the engine and using the cables still connected to the battery he touched the ends causing them to make sparks which he used to ignited the fuel-soaked machete. The flaming blade provided light in the night, comforting him in the darkness and offering a deadly advantage if needed.

Walking away from the school, John noticed a commotion in a nearby building. Female screams echoed in the night, but he decided against intervening. The risks were too great, and he couldn't afford to look out for others yet. He had to take care of himself and find his family before considering helping others.

"You hear a girl screaming in the night, and instead of going over to try and help, you increase your speed to run away. Shouldn't a big guy like you be brave and strong? Rushing over to help the damsel in distress, having her fall for you, and from there, taking her everywhere and falling in love?" A voice to his side interrupted his thoughts.

Turning to face the speaker, John stiffened and gripped the machete tightly. What greeted him was a young-looking blonde girl in a blue and white puffy ballgown with frilly sleeve puffs. Her bright blue eyes held both mischief and half-hidden madness. She seemed to be enjoying the attention John was giving her, rocking back and forth while tilting her head side to side. A smile grew bigger on her face as John gripped his flaming machete tighter.

"Who or what the hell are you?" John asked, uncertain about her intentions.