Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

The tension in the room was evident, spreading like a cold fog that clung to every corner. Conversations resumed in hushed, urgent tones as students exchanged anxious glances. Angelica's eyes darted to David and Sebastian, her unease mirrored in their expressions. The timing of this announcement was too suspicious to ignore. Silas and Vic were both missing, and now, this sudden, urgent assembly. Something was definitely wrong—more than wrong; it felt like a storm was brewing.

"Okay, this just got a little weird," Sebastian commented, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes followed the staff members as they disappeared from sight, their departure leaving an unsettling void.

"I can't shake the feeling that something's happened to Silas and Vic," Angelica muttered, her voice tight with worry. Her brows knitted together, and she bit her lip anxiously.

"What should we do now?" Sebastian asked, his tone edged with both concern and urgency, his fingers drumming nervously on the table.

"I don't know. But we need to check their rooms. We can't just sit here," Angelica responded decisively, the weight of responsibility settling on her shoulders. "Sebastian, you've got the pass to the VIP section. You should check Vic's room. See if he's there."

"And what about you?" Sebastian inquired, his brow furrowing, concern etching deeper lines into his face.

"I'll go check Silas's room," she replied, her voice resolute. Determination glimmered in her eyes, masking the gnawing fear she felt inside.

"Alright. Be careful. If you find anything and need my help, just call me," Sebastian said, his voice low but firm. Without another word, he turned and sprinted out of the cafeteria, his movements purposeful and driven by an unspoken urgency.

With Sebastian gone, Angelica turned to David. "Stay here, alright? I'll be back soon," she instructed, her voice softening slightly. Without waiting for a response, she hurried out, her footsteps echoing in the now-quiet corridor.

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Sebastian tore through the dimly lit hallways, his heart pounding in sync with the rapid rhythm of his footsteps. The VIP section was far from the regular students' dormitories, a symbol of prestige and exclusivity.

He knew it would take him at least ten minutes to get there, but every moment felt like an eternity.

Finally, he reached the entrance to the VIP section. Two burly staff members stood guard, their muscular forms blocking the doorway. Their expressions were carved from stone, their eyes sharp and unyielding. As Sebastian approached, their gazes flicked to him but softened slightly in recognition. Without a word, they pulled the doors open, allowing him to step inside with the ease of familiarity.

Sebastian strode in, his demeanor composed but his mind racing. The guards knew him well—he belonged here. Coming from an affluent family had its privileges.

Any stuedent from a less privileged background attempting to enter would face immediate expulsion—or worse.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

That's why Angelica had sent him. She was no longer part of this world, and any attempt to breach the VIP section would have been met with swift and severe consequences.

He dashed down the ornate hallway, the soft thud of his footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting. His eyes flicked to the numbers engraved above each door, each one bringing him closer to Vic's room. The corridor felt longer than usual, each door identical, each second heavier. Finally, he stopped in front of Room 25, his pulse quickening.

"Vic? You in there, man?" Sebastian called out, knocking firmly on the door. Silence. He frowned and knocked again, harder this time. "Vic! It's morning already! You're going to be late for class!" His voice carried a hint of urgency, but still, there was no response.

As his knuckles struck the door a third time, it creaked open slightly, the sound sending a chill down his spine. Puzzled, he pushed it wider, his heart racing faster.

"It's open," he murmured, stepping inside cautiously. "Vic?" His voice echoed, swallowed by the eerie silence.

The room was pristine, every item meticulously in place. Yet something felt off—an emptiness that didn't belong. The lights were on, a sign that someone had been here recently, but the stillness was unsettling. A cold knot of anxiety twisted in his stomach.

"Vic? Are you in here?" His voice grew louder, tinged with desperation. His eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the slightly ajar bathroom door. Drawing a steadying breath, he approached and pushed it open.

The bathroom was empty, but something on the floor caught his eye. Black droplets marred the pristine tiles, a stark contrast against the white. His breath caught in his throat.

"Is that…" He crouched down, his eyes widening as he examined the substance. He reached out, dipping his fingers into the thick, congealed liquid. "This is blood. Black blood," he whispered, the words heavy with dread. "Where did this come from?" His mind raced, a whirlwind of unanswered questions and growing fear.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the academy, Angelica hurried down the hallway, her heart pounding as fast as her footsteps. Her face was etched with worry, her eyes darting nervously from side to side. She moved with a sense of urgency that bordered on panic, each step fueled by an unshakable fear.

Finally, she arrived in front of Silas's dorm room. She paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself before knocking firmly.

Inside, Silas jolted awake, his eyes snapping open. His first instinct was to check the spot where Vic lay. Seeing him still there, a wave of relief washed over him. "I can't believe I fell asleep," he muttered, frustrated with himself. He had spent the entire night watching over Vic, trying to piece together a plan to fix everything. Exhaustion had finally claimed him.

"9:10," he whispered, glancing at his wristwatch. His eyes widened. "I slept that long?"

Knock! Knock!

The sharp, rhythmic knocking startled Silas out of his racing thoughts. His eyes darted toward the door, a flicker of unease evident on his face.

Casting one last, worried glance at Vic, he tightened his grip on the door handle, hesitating for a brief moment before pulling it open just enough to see who was outside.

"Angelica?" Silas's eyes widened in surprise.

"Silas!" Angelica's face lit up with genuine joy, the tension in her shoulders visibly easing. "You're okay. Thank goodness." Her voice was soft but filled with palpable relief.

Silas forced a nervous smile, quickly positioning himself to block the doorway, ensuring she couldn't see inside. "What... what are you doing here?" His voice wavered, betraying his anxiety.

"I was worried," Angelica admitted, "You and Vic didn't show up for breakfast, and with everything going on... I thought something might've happened to you." Her gaze softened, but a shadow of suspicion lingered in her expression.

Silas rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers tense. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just... overslept, I guess. Didn't realize how wiped out I was after dealing with those mutants yesterday." He laughed nervously, the sound hollow.

Angelica's eyes narrowed slightly. "I see." Her tone was calm, but her penetrating gaze didn't waver. She could sense something was off. The Silas she knew wasn't this jittery. "What's the matter?"

"What do you mean?" Silas deflected, trying to keep his tone light.

"You're acting... strange. Something's wrong, I can tell." She stepped closer, her eyes boring into his. "So, what aren't you telling me, Silas Griswold?" Her voice dropped.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Silas insisted, forcing a chuckle, though it came out more like a strangled breath.

Angelica didn't budge. "Alright then," she said, her tone hardening. "Step aside. I want to take a look inside."

Silas's eyes widened. "What do you mean, Angelica? There's nothing to see. Seriously, I'm not hiding anything," he protested, his voice rising slightly, betraying his nervousness.

Her eyes flashed with determination. "The last time I was here, you wouldn't let me in either. I know you're hiding something. And I'm going to find out what it is." She stepped forward, her voice firm, her stance unyielding.

Silas's heart pounded in his chest. Vic was still unconscious inside, and Silas had no idea what would happen when he woke up. The last thing he wanted was to drag Angelica into this mess. He had to keep her out—at least until he could figure out what was going on.

"Seriously, Angelica. There's nothing—"

"Enough." Her patience snapped. "Step. Aside." She grabbed his shirt, attempting to pull him out of the way.

Before she could, the door behind Silas swung open abruptly. Vic stepped out, yawning and rubbing his eyes, his shirtless form silhouetted in the doorway.

Angelica's eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. She quickly averted her gaze, her face turning a shade of crimson. "V-Vic? What... what are you doing here?" she stammered, trying to keep her eyes fixed on the floor.

Vic blinked, stretching his arms lazily. "Couldn't sleep," he muttered, his voice thick with drowsiness. "Came here to chat with Silas. Guess I crashed." He glanced at Silas, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "Isn't that right, Silas?"

Silas didn't respond. His eyes were locked on Vic, his expression unreadable, but his knuckles were white as his fists clenched. His gaze fixated on Vic's ribs, where the deep gashes from the night before had been. They were gone. Completely healed. And Vic... Vic was acting normal. Too normal.

'The wounds are gone... and he's acting like nothing happened. What the hell is going on?' Silas pondered Internally, confusion and suspicion evident on his face.

"I see," Angelica said, her voice tentative. "I... I honestly thought you two were... you know..." Her eyes darted between them, her expression turning disgusted as the blush deepened.

Vic's eyes widened in mock horror. "Eww! Gross! Angelica, seriously? You think I'd ditch women like Miss Kara and that smoking-hot healer for this guy?" He gestured dramatically at Silas. "Hell no!"

Angelica rolled her eyes, a small, relieved smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Well, I'm glad you're both okay. Just... freshen up. There's going to be an important announcement soon." She turned on her heel, her footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Vic watched her go, a smirk still on his face. But the moment she disappeared from view, the atmosphere shifted. He turned to Silas, his expression growing serious.

Silas's eyes were cold, his scythe already drawn, its gleaming blade hovering inches from Vic's neck.

Vic's breath hitched, his eyes widening in shock. "Silas... what the—"

Silas's voice was a low, dangerous growl. "What are you?"

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