Duscian COQC Battle Royale Chapter 1
I've started a LOT of short stories that never even see the halfway mark. Please, oh please Craig Christ let me finish this one!
I HAVE TOTALLY RIPPED OFF MARTY'S IDEA. But his was a rip off too anyway so haha.
Chapter 1 - Mark
As Mark sat as still as a rock on a cafeteria bench, he admitted to himself that he was not sure what was going on. He had known Kristoffer since kindergarten. Their parents were friends. They used to play Street Fighter II together. Seeing Kristoffer run through from the left side of his pelvis to his right shoulder, eyes wide open in death, was a shock. More so because it was done with a COQC officer’s saber. It had to be fake.
What would Kris be doing in school on a Sunday anyway? Today, on our COQC graduation day? It doesn’t make sense.
“Hi Mark.” A sharp voice; Gracelyn’s voice, perfectly suited to her short, lean, muscular frame.
“Gra. Diba gatago man ka dapat?” No reply. She just smiled at him. “Murag ga butang si Sir Pats ug mga dummy sa grounds para hadlok-hadlokon ta. Grabe, murag tino-od… blood and all.” Gracelyn’s face didn’t show surprise.
“Kinsa imong nakit-an?”
“Si Kristoffer. Didto sa likod sa science room.”
“Ah.” Now she was mildly surprised? “Abi biya nako ug mo dugay pa to siya.”
Mark wasn’t stupid. He bolted and ran as fast as his fat legs could carry him. Gracelyn wasn’t as quick to realize that Mark was on to her, but she was faster than him. By the time he got to the stage from the cafeteria, a distance of about twenty meters, she was only two steps behind.
Mark entered the small room at the back of the stage that Ms. Jatico had been using as an office, relieved both because the door wasn’t locked and because he was able to lock it behind him before Gracelyn could jam it open with her foot.
Why am I running? He asked himself. She’s smaller than me! But he wasn’t stupid. He knew she would tear off his limbs barehanded if he tried to fight. Gracelyn was using a chair as a battering ram. The door was lawanit; it wouldn’t last.
Mark picked up the glass sheet covering Ms. Jatico’s desk and smashed it against the wall, flinching as the shrapnel cut his arms and face. Ignoring the pain, he looked in the debris for a small piece to use as a weapon. He found two. Mark, the dual-glass-shard-wielding-warrior? No. He kicked at the patch of lawanit covering the hole in the back of the stage. It gave, revealing the old hole in the plywood just big enough for him to crawl through. Gracelyn didn’t hear the rustle of leaves when Mark landed in the garden at the back of the stage. The door was giving way. Three more hits with the hardwood chair and she’d break through.
When she did, Mark was gone.
I HAVE TOTALLY RIPPED OFF MARTY'S IDEA. But his was a rip off too anyway so haha.
Chapter 1 - Mark
As Mark sat as still as a rock on a cafeteria bench, he admitted to himself that he was not sure what was going on. He had known Kristoffer since kindergarten. Their parents were friends. They used to play Street Fighter II together. Seeing Kristoffer run through from the left side of his pelvis to his right shoulder, eyes wide open in death, was a shock. More so because it was done with a COQC officer’s saber. It had to be fake.
What would Kris be doing in school on a Sunday anyway? Today, on our COQC graduation day? It doesn’t make sense.
“Hi Mark.” A sharp voice; Gracelyn’s voice, perfectly suited to her short, lean, muscular frame.
“Gra. Diba gatago man ka dapat?” No reply. She just smiled at him. “Murag ga butang si Sir Pats ug mga dummy sa grounds para hadlok-hadlokon ta. Grabe, murag tino-od… blood and all.” Gracelyn’s face didn’t show surprise.
“Kinsa imong nakit-an?”
“Si Kristoffer. Didto sa likod sa science room.”
“Ah.” Now she was mildly surprised? “Abi biya nako ug mo dugay pa to siya.”
Mark wasn’t stupid. He bolted and ran as fast as his fat legs could carry him. Gracelyn wasn’t as quick to realize that Mark was on to her, but she was faster than him. By the time he got to the stage from the cafeteria, a distance of about twenty meters, she was only two steps behind.
Mark entered the small room at the back of the stage that Ms. Jatico had been using as an office, relieved both because the door wasn’t locked and because he was able to lock it behind him before Gracelyn could jam it open with her foot.
Why am I running? He asked himself. She’s smaller than me! But he wasn’t stupid. He knew she would tear off his limbs barehanded if he tried to fight. Gracelyn was using a chair as a battering ram. The door was lawanit; it wouldn’t last.
Mark picked up the glass sheet covering Ms. Jatico’s desk and smashed it against the wall, flinching as the shrapnel cut his arms and face. Ignoring the pain, he looked in the debris for a small piece to use as a weapon. He found two. Mark, the dual-glass-shard-wielding-warrior? No. He kicked at the patch of lawanit covering the hole in the back of the stage. It gave, revealing the old hole in the plywood just big enough for him to crawl through. Gracelyn didn’t hear the rustle of leaves when Mark landed in the garden at the back of the stage. The door was giving way. Three more hits with the hardwood chair and she’d break through.
When she did, Mark was gone.
