Sophie Solace
Rushing with her daughter and Lisa it was obvious that something had happened to the boy. Fear and pain pulsated with her adrenaline. While her motherly body was caving to pain she didn’t let it take her completely. She had kicked off her wedges and was running bare foot up the steps hastily as Sophie was able. Helping Lisa and Axen through the school they met the hanging, rotten door of the principal’s office.
Blood, the smell of it, was not at all isolated from here. Furnishing of desk, shelves and office space scattered or shattered with aging paired well in haunting displeasure with the stained walls. The debris of chairs, folders and papers cluttered the ground. Her amethyst found the box seated so neatly, almost tauntingly, in looming promise of their freedom. The apprehensive relic awaited them.
Being the physically weakest of the three females she pointed quickly to it.
“There! Now!” She uncharacteristically shouted urgently.
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