2023-04-15 18:36:14The roof was empty.
Too empty.
The principal stood in the center, his polished shoes clicking against the concrete as he turned in a slow circle. The teachers fanned out behind him, their faces tense, their hands clutching at notebooks and radios like talismans. Students lingered near the door, whispering, their eyes wide and darting.
"There’s nothing here," one of the teachers muttered, kicking at a loose pebble. It skittered across the rooftop and vanished over the edge. "No blood. No signs of a struggle. Not even a damn cigarette butt."
The principal exhaled sharply through his nose. "We all heard the screams."
A silence settled over them, thick and uncomfortable. The kind of silence that followed something unspeakable.
Then
"Sir!"
A teacher burst through the door, his face flushed, his tie askew. "We’ve done a headcount. Five students are unaccounted for. Hari’s group the ones last seen coming up here."
The principal’s face went slack. For a moment, he looked old. Tired. Then his jaw tightened. "Lock down the school. No one leaves. And call the police."
The words sent a ripple through the crowd. Students shifted, their whispers turning frantic. The principal turned away, rubbing his temples like he could massage away the headache like he could massage away the fact that five students had just vanished from his school.
Lucius leaned against the sink, watching the blue glow of the System interface flicker in the dim bathroom light.
[King of the Dead System]
Ability: Decomposition
That was it.
No flashy skills. No grand titles. Just… Decomposition. A single, unremarkable word for something that had erased five bodies without a trace.
He exhaled, watching his breath fog the mirror.
"What’s next?"
The System didn’t answer. It never did unless he asked the right questions.
Lucius clenched his fists, feeling the new power hum beneath his skin. It was there, coiled and waiting, like a snake in the dark. But it wasn’t enough. Not yet.
He needed more.
The bathroom door burst open.
Lucius didn’t flinch. He turned slowly, meeting the gym teacher’s bloodshot eyes in the mirror.
"There you are," the man sneered, his sweat stained shirt clinging to his belly. "You think you’re clever, don’t you?"
Lucius turned to face him, leaning back against the sink. "Shouldn’t you be helping with the search, Sir?"
The teacher’s face twisted. "Cut the act. I know you’re behind this."
Lucius laughed. It was a dry, humorless sound. "And what, exactly, am I behind?"
"The screams. The missing students. The "
"The fact that your little side business is about to get exposed?" Lucius tilted his head. "Funny how the surveillance went down right when those kids disappeared. Almost like someone didn’t want any evidence left behind."
The teacher’s face went pale. Then red. "You little "
"Careful." Lucius’ voice dropped, low and dangerous. "You’re not the only one with secrets."
The teacher’s hands curled into fists. For a second, Lucius thought he might swing. But then the man’s shoulders slumped, his breath coming in ragged bursts. "You don’t know what you’re messing with."
"Oh, I think I do." Lucius pushed off the sink and stepped forward. The teacher flinched back. "And when the police get here? When they start digging? I wonder what they’ll find."
The teacher’s eyes darted to the door, then back to Lucius. "You won’t get away with this."
Lucius smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. "I already have."
He brushed past the teacher, shoulder checking him hard enough to send him stumbling into the wall. The man’s curse followed him out the door, but Lucius didn’t look back.
The hallway was chaos. Students clustered in tight knots, their voices overlapping in a frantic hum. Teachers barked orders, their faces grim. Lucius moved through them like a ghost, unseen, untouched.
"Five students missing."
"The roof was empty." "The screams " "The police are coming "Lucius tuned them out.
He already knew the truth.
Five students weren’t missing.
Five students were gone.
And he was the only one who knew where the bodies were.
Nowhere.
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