2. Nobody

Lilly: "//BLOCKED//"

The masked figure laughed,

"Ah, she really did it,"

It made little difference in the long run, she'd unblock him in less than twelve hours especially when she saw his latest masterpiece, speaking of which; he checked the time

7:46PM

Perfect, the old witch would be leaving soon, he stalked through the halls just a few hours ago they were filled with happy students now only he and the old Principal were around. The Janitor had already turned in and the guard were patrolling the gym,

He walked to her office the lights were still on, he could here her typing away on her keyboard, he silently walked to the circuit board, flipping the lights off.

He heard her yell,

"No, I hadn't saved! I hadn't Saved, ugh!" she slammed her fists on the table, he heard the chair throw back as she stormed around her office, a faint light shone, probably from her phone;

"Better safe than sorry," he typed out a message

Private Number: "Granny Wolf."

He heard the phone ping, she was just outside her door.

"What in the world..." she trailed off, "Oh no, no no no!"

The figure smiled, she'd read his message. Now she was probably frantic searching her room for a weapon, a dagger... she was a Blade too. Would it be ironic to use a sword or poetic?

He heard her lock the door, as if that would keep him out.

Private Number: "Granny Wolf, package."

"I needed more time! Really I was going to send them to you!" she yelled out loud, that wouldn't do, he took out a plastic card, quickly unlocking the door letting it slowly slide open, the whining of the hinges silencing her.

"Wait its not my fault!" she squeaked.

"Really now Granny Wolf," he slowly strode in, "And whose fault would it be, hmmm?"

for every step he took into her office she took two back until her back was against the wall she began stuttering, "I-I just ne-needed more t-time,"

The man scoffed, "And then what? you'd send the Masters broken toys?" he took a pencil from her desk, it was sharp the lead tip glinting in the darkness, maybe he could drive it though her voice box

"That wasn't my fault! It-... No-henry! It was henry! I told him-"

"Yes yes we know all about his hobbies, I'll deal with him accordingly,"

"Then, you'll let me go," her limpid eyes were wide filled with hope and gleaming with tears, her old face looked kind and almost motherly, like an angel.

Angel...that gave him a delightfully wicked thought

This angel needed wings.