I Am Octus Chapter 2
Octus (still disguising himself with his "Newton" hologram) stared at his reflection in the bus window, vaguely aware of the conversions the other people on the bus were having.
"Newton," Ilana called. She was sitting on his right in the same bus seat as him.
When she got no response, she tried again. "Newton," she said, a little louder this time.
"What?" he asked, some-what annoyed, as his blank expression turned into a glare.
"You've been a million light years away since we left the art institute. Are you okay?"
she asked, concerned.
"Sure," he said, still glaring at the window.
"What's going on?" she asked.
Just then, Lance, who was sitting in a seat by himself behind Ilana and Octus, heard the radio.
"Meanwhile, in southern France, a series of strange occurrences" The radio reporter said, before being cut off as the volume of the other students conversions became louder.
Lance stood up and leaned over the top of Ilana and Octus' seat. "What are they saying?"
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The layered anticipation was almost audible, but only to his ears. It wasn't the first time he had crouched in dew-slicked bushes as he awaited for the darkness to fall around him. It was the same every month, but the adrenaline never ceased to flood him while he waited for the first ray of white light hit his skin.
The house was barely stirring, but he could see the child creeping through the woods, a cautious smile on his young face. From the bushes he gave a grim smile and glanced up at the sky.
It was time.
His entire body seemed to tremble, shake, and tear apart at the seams. He felt he was being shredded and mauled, as he did every month, and as he would every month of his life. It was painful, yes, and grot