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[b]Uchima Senior High - Practice Building????????[/b]

Crimson trickled, each drop little by little, down the stark grey of the stall. The air was dense with [i]something[/i] - an invisible cloud of smog that was suffocating to breathe in. The flimsy walls, painted wood, aging, seemed to extend far into the ceiling. A makeshift fortress for Tsubaki, now more and more confining, long shadows falling over her in the dim, crackling fluorescence above - the only source of light in the claustrophobic cubicle that was now so, so small. A prison of her own design. Her scream reverberated through those aging walls. Rebounded off the flaking paint. Drowned out that eerie crying so far in the distance.

When the screams stopped, there was no other noise.

Only the sound of her breathing.

Heavy. Lumbering. Measured.

Only the sound of her clothes moving.

Crinkling. Hissing. Nervous.

Only the sound of her feet shifting.

Light. Creeping. Right outside.

Water swirled and sloshed as the toilets all began to suddenly flush at once.

A gnarled, rotting fist ([i]bigger than her head[/i]) slammed through the stall's walls, the aging wood crumpling and splintering before the force as the appendage slammed through, striking the cheap marble behind her and shattering it. The rush of air past her ears could still be felt ... and a scent - sickly sweet - spread across the room. Through the hole that the arm, dotted with strange, strange jagged black lines, there was a golden glow.

This was obviously a monster.

Whatever possessed the arm seemed to hiss in disgusted frustration. The appendage shifted, wood digging into the ... indescribable flesh.

For the next second, it had been slowed down.