𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐗𝐕

In his vision, the scenery colours stark and unnatural as usual, Saturday sees Eugene running for his life out in the thick, black forest.

There is a high-pitched ringing as Eugene falls to the ground, his glasses are flung off his face. The scene flashes back to a bloody Saturday for the fraction of a second before going back to Eugene, who adjusts his glasses back on his face, shakily sprawled on the floor.

The young, spectacle wearing, boy's face contorts in fear as he sees something or someone approach him...

His terrified expression was the last thing Saturday saw: mouth wide open but the sound of screaming was never heard. 

"Saturday! Are you okay?" A faux bloody Mr. Thornhill cries with concern, his voice rising above the chaos, as he steps up to his student and places a hand comfortingly on his broad shoulder, face filled with worry. Saturday decisively pulls his head down into its normal position.

"Eugene is in the woods." Saturday replies in his usual emotionless and curt fashion, despite the surrounding chaos, looking ahead and not at his teacher, "He's in danger." the brooding, bloodied boy with black hair, obsidian eyes and a drenched black outfit turns his head towards the exit and runs off.

Fleeing students continued clamouring in the background.

Mr. Thornhill looked like he was about to say something, but no words came out of his mouth.

The sprinklers sprayed the last few droplets of red paint feebly, then finally subsided on its one way murder, the remaining liquid leaking out of them.