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Chapter 26: The Undead Is A Witch.
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"You're late, brat!" A man said from the stand, eyes turned to Troy, who raised his arm, showing the man the bandage.
Mr. Blyat, the substitute, shook his head at the action, then turned back to the board as Troy made his way to his seat.
"Where's Mrs. Carina?" Troy didn't even greet Alice when he asked; he just sat on the seat beside her and whispered near her ear.
Alice didn't even yield to the question; she just smiled, then shrugged her shoulders and proceeded with her painting.
Troy trailed his eyes back to Mr. Blyat, who was most definitely the fattest man he had ever seen, with a suit that barely fit and a white tie that seemed to choke his neck; he could hear some students chuckling at the attire.
"As some of you know, I'm a substitute, so just don't make any noise and… I don't know, do drawings or something." Then Mr. Blyat sat on his seat, and a girl seated closest to him moved a hand to her nose as Mr. Blyat closed his eyes in sleep; it was obvious he had just farted.
Troy turned to Alice, who was painting beside him. She was completely focused, hands moving slowly as they painted over the canvas.
So, seeing that he had nothing to do, Troy pulled another one from below his desk; the same one he hadn't painted the last time.
And much like before, the moment he placed it on the stand and readied the paintbrush, all skill and hopeless talent vanished. In fact, everything around him vanished. From the students to even the scent of the corpse seated inches apart.
And just like that, he was back in the womb, back to the memory of nothing but a fetus. Maybe it was because Mrs. Carina was absent, but for the first time, his hand, which was holding the paintbrush, lifted as though he were about to create. But right before the brush could kiss the canvas—
"Need some help?" Alice asked, her head and half her body now turned to him.
Troy snapped out of it and turned beside him. "Um…"
His gaze then shifted to the clock above them; forty minutes had passed.
"The period's ending in 10, so… Nah," Troy said, grabbing the canvas and returning it beneath the table.
Alice giggled, slapping him on the arm. "I'm talking about the party."
She handed him a poster that was placed on the table; it was Gina's invitation.
"You got an invite?"
"We get invites every year," she answered, fixing the scattered paintbrushes on the floor. "Although we never go, I just thought you needed some help since, you know, you guys are dating and stuff."
Troy narrowed his brows at the words, eyes turning to hers as if they could see through all the bull. And much as expected, Alice laughed when his staring persisted.
Troy turned and started fixing his bag, but it didn't halt her questioning.
"What about Honey?" she asked. "Are you guys dating?"
Troy shook his head. "Stop with the questions, woman."
And unexpectedly, Alice actually caught the reference, so she laughed after he said it. But as if fate decided, the laughter prevented Alice from folding her canvas in time.
So what Troy saw next shifted all things.
It was the painting of a bat, which, for some reason, was too thin and too large to be normal. It was folded and surrounded by red blood-like-water; it was in the womb.
And the shadow carrying it was a woman whose features were hidden behind black paint, who had long hair and a crown made of spike-like, smaller ones, only different by being a lighter shade of dark.
Hesitation held Troy by the shoulders, pulling him to the ground like a magnet pulling metal.
"What is this?" But hesitation couldn't hold Troy's whisper, and Alice smiled beside him, her face brightening.
"The devil's wife," she said, as if she were reading his mind.
So Troy turned to her, his eyes staring daggers at hers directly.
"What is this?" Again, he questioned, eyes widened, hands lightly trembling.
Alice stretched out her hand and placed it on his arm, its cold burning deeper through the shirt covering his marks. "I'm sorry, Troy. But they have to meet you."
Heavens knew Alice was altering the future like a witch, but Troy did not.
Alice stood up, not even bothering to close her canvas, and moved behind him. Then she rested both hands atop his shoulders and turned her head back to the canvas.
"It's you," Alice whispered. Then, perhaps he was too distracted to notice, but her lips moved inches from kissing his neck before she walked out.
And the bell, as if to attest reality—
RING!
Caused all to rise beside him, making haste to the next period.
No one knew what he was; no one would comprehend even if they noticed. Not Alice or the creatures she called friends. Because in truth, Troy was a monster.
And soon, they would know it.
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