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Authors: Annie Dalton
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concerned, all right? They didn’t think you should be out alone on your first night back. Anyway, can you imagine what Lola would do to me if anything happened?”
I gave a reluctant giggle. “True. You’d have to leave Heaven.”
“At least!” he grinned.
Brice tossed me a helmet. He seemed uneasy now, as if he was wondering whether to tell me something. He took a breath. “Actually, before we go back, there’s something I want to show you.”
“O-kay,” I said wearily. “I’m an angel. I don’t need to sleep.” That’s the theory; though personally sleep is one human habit I’m in no hurry to give up.
My hands were so cold it was hard to fasten my helmet. This was my first time on any kind of motorbike. I nervously clambered on.
Brice gunned the engine. Next minute I was scorching through the sleeping city on a celestial motorbike, with my arms wrapped round a Dark angel.
We were travelling at such supersonic speeds, that my old neighbourhood was mostly a blur. After a while I gave up even trying to figure out where I was. Privately, I longed to be tucked up with a milky drink and a hot water bottle.
Several hair-raising minutes later, Brice brought the bike to a halt by the battered Bell Meadow street sign. After he’d helped me off the bike, he just stood beside the sign, blowing on his cold hands, apparently waiting for me to figure something out.
“What did you want to show me again?” I asked through numb lips. I was desperate to speed things up, so we could get back in the warm.
“The school, darling, the school,” he said wearily.
“I’ve seen my school, thanks,” I flashed. “I went to this hellhole, remember!”
Brice grabbed my shoulders, turning me forcibly until I was facing our school annexe with its tacky bridge.
I forgot all about being cold. I actually took off my helmet, as if that would help the vision go away. “What is that ?”
Disturbing lights and shadows flitted to and fro across the bridge between the annexe and the main school. I felt like I was seeing two buildings mixed up together: my grim real-life comprehensive and something ghostly, alien and wrong.
There was nothing human on that bridge, yet I could hear childlike voices floating from the school, children’s voices spookily remixed by the Powers of Darkness.
Other spine-chilling noises drifted out. I don’t know if music has an opposite? It was like they’d got the evil building contractors in and they were listening to Hell FM.
“But how—?” I couldn’t seem to get my head around it.
“Your school seems to have sprung a cosmic leak,” he said bluntly. It sounded almost ordinary how Brice phrased it - a minor plumbing problem.
I tried to swallow. “The school kids can’t see this, can they?”
“Not yet.”
“Not yet ? This is going to get worse !” But Brice didn’t reply and I was too scared to ask again.
For a few moments we watched the eerie lights coming and going across the bridge.
What were they doing in there?
And how must those vibes be affecting Park Hall’s kids? They had to try to study inside that horror five days a week. They had to get good grades and figure out what they wanted to be when they grew up.
“Did it just, you know, happen?” I gulped.
Brice had jammed his hands under his armpits, trying to thaw them out. “We still haven’t cracked that one. Maybe the PODS thought it would be interesting to open a crack in human reality.”
“Brice! That must be how the hellhound got in!”
“There’s not just one, darling,” he sighed.
My heart gave a little bump. “How many then?”
He shook his head.
The thought of unknown numbers of hell beasts roaming the corridors just curdled my blood.
My mind flashed back to my premonition when I first arrived - that my two worlds were just about to collide. But I had never ever imagined…
Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. “Brice, Omigosh - if hell dogs are getting out of the Hell dimensions—”
I saw
I gave a reluctant giggle. “True. You’d have to leave Heaven.”
“At least!” he grinned.
Brice tossed me a helmet. He seemed uneasy now, as if he was wondering whether to tell me something. He took a breath. “Actually, before we go back, there’s something I want to show you.”
“O-kay,” I said wearily. “I’m an angel. I don’t need to sleep.” That’s the theory; though personally sleep is one human habit I’m in no hurry to give up.
My hands were so cold it was hard to fasten my helmet. This was my first time on any kind of motorbike. I nervously clambered on.
Brice gunned the engine. Next minute I was scorching through the sleeping city on a celestial motorbike, with my arms wrapped round a Dark angel.
We were travelling at such supersonic speeds, that my old neighbourhood was mostly a blur. After a while I gave up even trying to figure out where I was. Privately, I longed to be tucked up with a milky drink and a hot water bottle.
Several hair-raising minutes later, Brice brought the bike to a halt by the battered Bell Meadow street sign. After he’d helped me off the bike, he just stood beside the sign, blowing on his cold hands, apparently waiting for me to figure something out.
“What did you want to show me again?” I asked through numb lips. I was desperate to speed things up, so we could get back in the warm.
“The school, darling, the school,” he said wearily.
“I’ve seen my school, thanks,” I flashed. “I went to this hellhole, remember!”
Brice grabbed my shoulders, turning me forcibly until I was facing our school annexe with its tacky bridge.
I forgot all about being cold. I actually took off my helmet, as if that would help the vision go away. “What is that ?”
Disturbing lights and shadows flitted to and fro across the bridge between the annexe and the main school. I felt like I was seeing two buildings mixed up together: my grim real-life comprehensive and something ghostly, alien and wrong.
There was nothing human on that bridge, yet I could hear childlike voices floating from the school, children’s voices spookily remixed by the Powers of Darkness.
Other spine-chilling noises drifted out. I don’t know if music has an opposite? It was like they’d got the evil building contractors in and they were listening to Hell FM.
“But how—?” I couldn’t seem to get my head around it.
“Your school seems to have sprung a cosmic leak,” he said bluntly. It sounded almost ordinary how Brice phrased it - a minor plumbing problem.
I tried to swallow. “The school kids can’t see this, can they?”
“Not yet.”
“Not yet ? This is going to get worse !” But Brice didn’t reply and I was too scared to ask again.
For a few moments we watched the eerie lights coming and going across the bridge.
What were they doing in there?
And how must those vibes be affecting Park Hall’s kids? They had to try to study inside that horror five days a week. They had to get good grades and figure out what they wanted to be when they grew up.
“Did it just, you know, happen?” I gulped.
Brice had jammed his hands under his armpits, trying to thaw them out. “We still haven’t cracked that one. Maybe the PODS thought it would be interesting to open a crack in human reality.”
“Brice! That must be how the hellhound got in!”
“There’s not just one, darling,” he sighed.
My heart gave a little bump. “How many then?”
He shook his head.
The thought of unknown numbers of hell beasts roaming the corridors just curdled my blood.
My mind flashed back to my premonition when I first arrived - that my two worlds were just about to collide. But I had never ever imagined…
Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. “Brice, Omigosh - if hell dogs are getting out of the Hell dimensions—”
I saw
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