Lyn watched closely as Chase was pulled into the room. In her mind she heard the kind of drum roll they play right before some gets hung. Then a professor appeared and she instinctively dropped down and pretended to retie her shoe while the man inquired as to Liz's whereabouts. He and a few other teachers ran off down the hall, and away from the scene.
Lyn sat there on one knee, staring at the closed door. She remembered what Alexius was like when she first woke up...she'd regained a lot more control of herself since being in the White Wing, but...
"No funeral for Chase," she thought to herself, "Maybe no one will really know he's dead when it happens. His parents won't know until he's 'sent' home. Then he'll conveniently get eaten by a grizzly bear on the way. Swallowed whole. Don't swallow your blood or wlse you'll choke on it. Why do you want to die Chase? If you want to die, then why beg for mercy? Why play a violin if you really want to play a harp?" Just then, Lyn stopped her thoughts. A rational thought just occurred to her, and she dwelt in the feeling for only a few moments.
She got up and walked over to the door. It was eerily quiet on the other side. Not thinking about anyone else around her, she put her hand on the door, but pulled it away quickly, as though the rage inside was as tangible as heat from an oven. Lyn held tight to the thought in her mind and tried to make it make sense.
"He didn't mean to," she said softly to herself, then took off running down the hall to find the only person she thought she could talk to rational at the moment. Clover.
"What cell did they put you in this period, Green Eyes? Where are they dissecting your mind?" she thought, trying to remember if she heard where Clover said her next class was.
Then the warning bell rang. Only five more minutes before everyone had to be in class, or else. Lyn ran faster.
Turning down one of the main, more open hallways, Lyn saw two boys talking. One of them had a name that began with the letter L, same as hers, but she couldn't remember the other boy's name off the top of her head.
Then she tripped over a girl who was sitting on the ground.
Lyn tried to catch herself and simply flip back onto her feet, but no chance. Her momnentum from running pushed her into a dodge roll and still landed her mostly on her face. She whipped around to see who was on the ground, and kind of smiled when she saw that it was Clover.
"You found me," Lyn said in a quiet, dull voice after she moved over to where Clover was sitting and sniffling, "Thank you. It's very important."