Page 28 of Mysterious Teacher : Arrival
With her small and delicate hand over her mouth, she giggled louder.
“You find this funny?”he said, his anger tinting his words.
Nodding, she giggled even louder.
No longer willing to play games, Boris stepped toward her. “You little bitch. I’ll kill you for what you did to me!”
Adrenaline eased the pain of his leg as he lunged at her. He raised his arms up in anticipation of wrapping his long fingers around her tender neck. She was almost within reach. He could almost feel her long neck in his hands, feel the blood pounding through her carotid artery as he squeezed and squeezed. He could almost feel her life ebbing away.
But just before he got to her, he suddenly fell to the floor, a strange and inexplicable pain at the back of his neck. He reached back to find the needle of a syringe plunged deep into his skin.
The young girl’s giggles faded away as he was dragged across the floor. He looked up, trying to see who had grabbed him. But his eyes wouldn’t focus. The room grew blurry and dark. He was losing too much blood...and the needle...what was in that syringe?
Struggling against the being that dragged him along, he looked up into a face he barely recognized. The teeth, fangs, long and razor sharp, were not those of any human he’d ever seen. And yet, beyond the snarl, he thought he recognized...No. It couldn’t be. Was it the teacher?It was female.Was it the girl?
It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. And as he blacked out, he wondered, what sort of house of horrors had they chosen to hold up in?
Having no notion of how long he’d been out, he came to and found himself sitting in a stiff wooden chair. He looked around and realized he’d been dragged to the red room. Why?
The room had a strange array of items, notably, the old-fashioned clothing and shoes that were of a bygone era. It didn’t make sense.
The more time he spent in the house, the more confused he became.
Desperate to get away, he tried to get up but he was strapped down to a red leather dentist’s chair. He wanted to struggle, to break free, but his limbs were feeble, almost useless.
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with,” he shouted into the room. “You won’t get away with this. No matter what you’re trying to do, you won’t get away with it. No one ties down Boris. No one!”
But even as the words left his mouth, the cold sweat of fear beaded on his brow. He felt helpless, more helpless than he’d ever been.
“Look up,” a gentle and amused whispered suggested.
Unable to fight the curiosity, he looked up to see a long medical needle aimed directly at him.
“What is this? What do you want? Why are you doing this?”
He was answered with two strong hands that grabbed his head, holding it steady as the needle slowly made its way down.
“No!”he screamed as the needle approached his right eye. “No!”
He tried to close his eyes, but the thumb of the hand on his right cheek, reached over to pull his eyelid up.
In horror he watched as the needle pierced his eye.
*****
IGOR STARTED WHEN HEheard the piercing scream from upstairs. What had Boris gotten himself into now? The bumbling fool was a worthless partner. He never did anything right, leaving Igor to do everything.
With his hand loosely wrapped in the tablecloth now soaked through with his blood, Igor walked down the hall and went into the office hoping to find a more suitable solution to his injury.
He opened a series of drawers and finally found a small medical kit. “Now we’re talking.” He let the blood-soaked strip of tablecloth fall to the floor and opened the bottle of peroxide.
“This is going to sting,” he told himself.
Pulling in a tight breath, he poured some of the liquid over his hand. It stung even more than he could have imagined, but the pain quickly subsided, and he grabbed the roll of bandages and wrapped it around his palm.
As he secured the bandage, he looked at the papers and envelopes strewn across the large desk. Eager to know more about the residents of the large home, he picked up one of the letters.
Dear Doctor Ang,
