“I can see a kid coming out!” A police yelled as they scanned the almost run down building, even if the firefighters had trouble putting out the scorching flames while the aim the overly huge hose at the school.
One of the police ran to the kid’s direction, while the others remained on their positions . He was crouching and covering his head with his arms as the heat of the fire can be felt even having a distance from it. “Kid, over here!” He called, gesturing for her to come to his direction which she did shortly after, coughing and wheezing from excessively inhaling smokes.
Instead of crying out for help, she beamed. Cheering as she yell to herself “I won! I’m first place!”
The police officer was confused on to why the girl was happy and just assumed that she was because she finally got out of the school. “Uhh. . . Hey, let’s go over there. It’s dangerous here.”
“I arrived here first! You see that teacher? Teacher–” She turned around willfully, but her smile disappeared right after realizing that Ahreum wasn’t there behind her. “Teacher? Hey come out already!”
She completely turned her body around and attempts to enter the burning building but got stopped by the police office, whisking her up from her feet and carrying her back to the vehicles far from the building.
“We need to leave before explosions occur.” The officer explained as she put Yebin down on her feet, another person came and wrapped a blanket around her body and caressed her unruly hair and blood stained face.
Right after those words escaped his mouth, a rather loud explosion sounded out from the building, simultaneously booming one after another.
“No! Teacher!” Yebin tried to run back but was grabbed by the people behind her, struggling to keep her still since they fear that she would mindlessly walk back inside the school.
“Kid! Calm down!” They carried her off of her feet and placed her inside of one of the ambulances. “We’re doing our best to retrieve people who are still inside, so be a good girl and stay there.” The officer tried to make his voice as calming as ever from seeing Yebin tremble violently, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up to cover all of her body up to her head.
She watched the scene unfold before her eyes, still clutching on the blanket with shaking hands. The officer who was with her, stared her with pity as he noticed her physical state. Her face was covered with both blood and powdery residue of burnt items, wounds and bruises was visible on her arms that clutched the blanket.
After a few moments, one of the firefighters came out of the school entrance, carrying an unconscious girl with a long shard stuck on her heart, blood gushing out of her chest, flowing and then dripping down from her arms and to the ground. Rushing towards the medics before laying her down on of the stretchers prepared.
Yebin’s gaze slowly followed them as they fumble and gather around the girl with unusual medical equipment and shouting at each other words that Yebin cannot understand.
Looking back at the school, almost all of the fire was extinguished and people began searching the area to look for other survivors, but Yebin knew that there’s none at all.
She glanced back at the people who were panicking over the girl lying on the stretcher before standing up from her seat, the blanket falling off of her as she began walking to their direction. Scenarios began flashing in her mind with each steps she take closer to them, from the very moment the blackout happened to the moment she finally escaped the dreadful nightmare. All of the events that happened flooded her mind, every people who died in front of her, all the blood that shed, and all the cries she heard. . . all because of the girl lying infront of her.
The people who were fussing around Yooma noticed Yebin pushing her way through them before arriving just in front of her, staring at the shard stuck on her heart.
“Take this girl back inside the vehicle, she’ll—” The one holding the oxygen mask against Yooma’s face jumped back, as well as everyone around after witnessing Yebin pushing the shard deeper into her chest.
She screamed in anger, tears flowing endlessly. It wasn’t her at all to suddenly stab a person, but what drove her to this crazed state was after realization dawned upon her that her friends, as well as her beloved teacher is already dead.
It took them a while to pull Yebin away from Yooma, struggling to keep her steady but she was being violent at the moment, pushing and kicking anyone who grabbed her so they had no choice to put her to sleep.
“Get me a tranquilizer!” The one wearing a white coat ordered as the people behind him fuss around in search for the certain syringe.
“But sir. . . There may be side effects if we use it on a human.” One of them retorted, watching Yebin get harshly pinned down by two men on the concrete ground.
“Just hand it to me.” He quipped in a groaning voice. After getting the thing he needed, he walked towards Yebin who was being held. “Keep her steady.” He stated.
“No! Let me go!” Yebin screamed, squirming around to bound from their grips but her tiny figure and excessive amount of energy lost, the people pinning her doesn’t had any problems in suppressing her.
The man lightly tapped Yebin’s wrist before injecting the sedative in her. The thin needle went through her flesh effortlessly, releasing an ample amount of liquid into her veins and reaching her nervous system. Slowly making her lose consciousness and falling into a rather calming s£nsat!on.
“N–no. . . Teacher. . .”She stammered before sleep fully consumed her, her stuggling wounded arms fell on the ground.
They all breathed out as Yebin was finally unconscious so they wouldn’t have to deal with a kid throwing a fit, “Put her back inside the ambulance and make sure to keep an eye on her.” The doctor ordered as the police officers carried her tiny body back to where she was at at the beginning.
“Sir, she’s dead.” A voice from behind the doctor sounded out before he spun around, seeing Yooma lying on the stretcher without any sign of life left in her. He walk to her direction and checked her pulse, ignoring what his assistant just said about her being dead. He didn’t feel any heartbeat at all.
“Time of death, 11:45pm” He uttered right after glancing on his wrist watch. “Then I’ll leave her body to you, I’ll go check up on the little girl.” He gestured his hands to his assistant standing besides him before spinning around to walk, glancing behind him one last time to see Yooma’s body being taken away and people began to put her inside a black body bag.
He sighed before arriving at the certain ambulance where Yebin was quietly sleeping, a police officer standing on guard in front of the door noticed his presence so he bowed and left his spot, giving a path for him to enter.
He opened the door and entered, sitting besides the stretcher where Yebin was lying at. The steady and rhythmic rise and fall of her chest made the doctor sigh in relief, feeling a bit guilty right after he used a tranquilizer on her.
“I’m sorry little one.” He run his fingers through her hair that covered her face, but stopped halfway as he noticed a black mark on her neck, almost glowing in a red color.
He paused for moment, before confusing himself whether it’s okay to look at it or not. But in the end, he pushed all Yebin’s hair behind out of curiosity, revealing an odd shaped mark on her neck. He poked the mark with his finger only to get it burnt from the excessive amount of heat it gives off, making him let out an abrupt short yelp but later on regaining his composure.
He stared cautiously on the weird mark, still cannot believe what his eyes was showing him. Slowly, the glowing mark disappeared and sunk deeper into Yebin’s skin causing him to lean back until he slammed against the wall.
He know for sure that the mark was familiar to him, it was a mark very famous from it’s origin. Trembling, he stared at Yebin with utter shock, his lips trembling before he finally spoke.
“A. . . A demon.”
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