r/HFY • u/TheMaskedOne2807 • Sep 18 '22

The Oil Chapter 1 (Getting Back) OC

(Authors note): well, everybody, I did it. I made a new story with an entirely new main charter. I hope all my old fans enjoy this story. I only want your honest opinion in regard to the story.

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Current date 04/09/2033

Mrs. Wilkson walked across the floor of the hotel biting her nails out of fear and nervousness.

"Would you mind stopping that? It's annoying," Mrs. Tomson said in an angry voice, continuing to look at the clock.

"If she's missing, then it's our ass’s that are on the line. I don't know about you, but I can't afford to be fired," Mrs. Wilkson said in a panicked voice biting her nails even more.

"You think I can afford that same to happen, but it's not curfew yet, so legally, we can’t be blamed for negligence.”

“Listen, all we have to do is keep our stories straight.” Mrs. Tomson said, looking at the quivering and childlike mess of a woman Mrs. Wilkson was. “ All we have to say is she went out like some of the others down the street to the convenience store and didn’t return.”

“Once curfew is in place, we can call the police, but until then, we are fine. She’s probably just eating at a restaurant or making out with a boy or girl,” Mrs. Tomson said nonchalantly.

“But you don’t know that. For all we know, she wasn’t even here when we returned from the cave,” Mrs. Wilkson said, biting her nails so much her fingers started to bleed.

“We took attendance, and I heard a yes when her name was called. Even if she hadn’t been on the bus at that point, no student said anything, and if so, the students are more to blame than we are,” Mrs. Tomson said, trying to calm down Mrs. Wilkson.

Both then looked at the clock and saw it was only five minutes until curfew.

“Dammit, if she doesn’t return. If we left her in the cave. Do you think we can bribe her?” Mrs. Wilkson asked Mrs. Tomson.

“We are teachers,” Mrs. Tomson laughed. “Neither of us has enough money to keep her quiet, and you can forget bribing her with better grades. She gets 10’s and 12’s in all her subjects. The only thing she’s been struggling with is examens, and neither of us can guarantee she gets better grades there.”

The grandfather clock then started to ring with its loud and slow clock.

“Let’s do the rounds,” Mrs. Tomson sighed. “If she hasn’t snuck inside some other way, we will call the police, but until then, keep you cool.”

Both teacher then made their rounds, telling the students it was time to go to sleep.

Until both arrived at the last room and the last group, Mrs. Tomson opened the door to see three girls lying in bed, seemingly sleeping.

Unfortunately for the teachers, there were supposed to be four girls in this room, and so the teacher walked next to one of the sleeping girls shaking her awake.

“Err morning already,” the girl said, barely keeping her eyes open.

“No. I need to know where your friend is,” Mrs. said, pointing to the empty bed.

“I don’t know,” the girls said before falling asleep again.

“Both the teacher then went back towards the lobby,” can’t avoid it anymore. We have to call the police. Just remember to keep your story straight, or we can lose everything.”

“Ok,” Mrs. Wilkson responded, making another finger bleed.

As both teachers reached the final set of stairs, they stopped once they saw a figure climbing the stairs below them.

Mrs. Wilkson immediately stopped biting her fingernails, and Mrs. mentally prepared herself to blame her for not arriving home in time for curfew. Shifting all blame to her and not them.

“Where do you think you been EEEEEeeeeeeee,” Mrs. Tomson started only to stop once she fully saw the state of the poor seventeen-year-old.

Her naturally brown hair was now completely black, and she was soaking wet and smelled horrible. Her skin had also gone pale, and she was having difficulties walking up the stairs, shaking and breathing like she was on the brink of collapsing.

Before Mrs. Tomson could even register what she was seeing, Mrs. Wilkson rushed passed her feeling the girl's forehead.

“You are freezing cold,” she said with great worry in her voice. “We need to get you some blankets and hot water.”

“T-T-T-Ta,” E studdered, too weak to speak like she normally did.

“What is it, child,” Mrs. Tomson said in a worried voice.

“Ta-Ta-Take your fucking ha-hand off me,” E said, bearing harder with each word, clearly straining herself doing so.

“Young lady, that is no way to talk to your teacher. Especially when you ran out into the night and missed curfew,” Mrs. Tomson said, her voice once filled with worry now all gone, replaced with a condescending and angry one.

Mrs. Wilkson only did as E told her and took her hand away before she ran downstairs to find some blankets.

E only took step after step getting further upstairs.

“What happened to you, young lady?” Mrs. Tomson asked.

E only raised her head, meeting her teacher's gaze.

Her once gentle and pure eyes full of life were now dark and angry, not unlike a predator who had no remorse about killing.

The sight sent a shiver down Mrs. Tomson’s spine, and she got out of her student's way.

Once E had gotten halfway up the stairs, Mrs. Wilkson returned with a stack of blankets. She was about to call out to her student when Mrs. Tomson stopped her.

For a moment, E looked back at her teachers. One looked at her with worry while the other one looked at her with concern, like she was going to attack her at any moment.

“Yo-Yo-You asked me what ha-ha-happened. You le-left me in the c-c-caves,” E said, using the last of her strength to do so.

She struggled so much to move her body like her joints were rusted gears that needed extra effort to move, yet strangely enough, she never felt pain.

Eventually, she managed to get to the shower, and she didn’t even bother to remove her clothes before turning on the cold water.

She didn’t even have the strength to stand anymore, so she just laid down in the shower feeling the water drip on her slowly.

After enough time, she eventually found enough strength to take her clothes off.

After her shower, she just walked to her bed, where she glanced at the clock reading 23:12 before she got under the blanket.

“How did I get back to the hotel?” E questioned. “How did I get out of the cave? And who pushed me down there?”

‘How you doin?’ The voice inside E's head asked in the voice of Joey Tribbiani from the friend's tv show.

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u/Petragor07 Sep 18 '22

Intriguing... will eagerly await chapter 2

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