"....."
For several seconds after Seth hit the floor, nobody inside the classroom moved.
Claude's attention remained fixed on the body lying beside the desk, where blood continued spreading between the floorboards. It disappeared into the narrow gaps in thin, uneven streams, leaving the surrounding wood dark and slick.
He had seen people die before, including people considerably stronger than himself, but something about the death he'd just witnessed set something in his mind off.
'That's... That's...'
There had been no struggle and no opportunity for Seth to defend himself.
One moment he had been speaking as though the entire situation was of no concern, and the next the teacher's arm had passed through his chest before anyone could properly understand what was happening.
'This makes no sense... How is this possible?'
Who was the person who had just died?
