Fractured- UnOrdinary (Original)

Chapter 8: Questions

Word had spread quickly about what had occurred at Wellston.

News reporters and onlookers from nearby neighborhoods had started crowding around the school, drivers even stopping along the roads.

Teachers and other staff members had to urge and even threaten drivers to get out of the way as they were blocking the road off for emergency vehicles.

Everything had dissolved into complete chaos.

Students were scared, having just watched their school go up in an inferno.

Teachers were frustrated and terrified, trying to keep students calm and do a head count.

Pedestrians and nosy drivers were only becoming a hassle, getting in the way and obstructing traffic.  

The reaction all of them shared was the same across the board though; everyone was in shock of the events that had occurred. 

To them, Wellston always seemed untouchable, unbreakable. It was a proud fortress that had stood strong despite the obstacles thrown its way.  

But watching the flames lick away at the walls of the school, watching the brick become blackened with soot, watching smoke billow out from all sides, sent the message loud and clear: Wellston was no where close to untouchable.

It was a message that sent dread down every on-looker's spines.

Students couldn't help but flinch or gasp every time they heard a window blow out from the searing heat, glass spewing everywhere like thousands of knives searching for a target. 

They couldn't help but back away further and further off campus and into the streets as the fire rose.

The flames grew as they desperately reached and clawed out to them, yearning for a taste at their flesh.

Fire had no soul; it had no reason for its actions.

It only fed off of what it could find and continued to grow as it feasted upon its source. Fire was only beautiful when controlled, when it could benefit those around them. But this fire had become monstrous; a force to fear and a force to hate.

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The fire department eventually arrived, getting straight to work on battling the flames. The group from the west wing had also joined the east wing group, friends relieved to see each other still in one piece. Remi heaved a sigh of relief the second she saw Elaine, Blyke and Arlo in the fray. She almost tackled the two boys in a hug as she rushed them. Despite being surprised at first, they hugged her back, relieved that she was unharmed. 

Isen clapped Blyke on the back, muttering something about how fire couldn't hurt him with how much of a hothead he was. Despite the joke, both were glad to see one another.

Sera jumped slightly when she was tackled in a bear hug by a familiar girl with watermelon pink hair in two pigtails along her shoulders. "Seraphina! You're ok!" The magenta haired girl chuckled as she gave Evie a small squeeze before letting her go. "Yeah, I'm fine. What about you, Roland, and Terrence?" Evie pointed over to the group where the two boys were talking with a teacher. "We're good too."

Evie's happy atmosphere disappeared the second she laid eyes on the teacher resting in the grass. Her face morphed into a look of complete horror. Seraphina followed her gaze, her expression almost mirroring Evie's.