Winds Of The Apocalypse (6 page)

“The main computer wi
th all the records of the summer school’s staff is in the hag’s office, right?” Din asked Morgan, turning right to her office, the one Morgan fled from earlier that day. 

“Yeah,” Morgan said. “Since the dean let her be the great kahuna in charge of this prison it will most likely be there.” They got to the doors that lead to her office and Morgan leaned in to jiggle the handle. “Typical, this one is locked too.”

Morgan tried the handle again but had no success in opening the door. “Now what?”

“Hello?” Din raised his eyebrow. “I’m a lock picking master, remember Morgan?”

Morgan gave him a playful shove. “If you do open this door I will eat my own hat buddy.” “You don’t believe me?” Din sounded offended. 

“Yes, yes, you walking disaster, will you just pick it already with your mad lock picking skills so we could get in, get out and get the fuck out of here?”

Din shoved him back, getting to his knees. “Excuse me.” He grabbed onto Morgan’s pants and suddenly pulled him closer.

“Wow! Din, I don’t swing that way.”

Din gave him a ‘you’re-not-funny’ look as he swung him around, getting out one of Morgan’s many safety pins out of his pin-adorned jeans. “Hey! That’s private property!” Morgan protested. 

“Yeah, yeah.”
Din mumbled as he removed another safety pin. ”Now step aside and watch the master work his magic.”

Din said as he turned to the lock and shoved the two safety pins in, he jiggled the pins until a satisfying click had echoed and the door cracked open to
Din’s amused grin.

“Way to go hamster! I bow before your greatness with my hat off.” Morgan exclaimed, clapping his hands together.
 

“Huh!” Din got up, tossing the pins back at Morgan and clapping his hands as well, looking extremely proud of
himself. 

“I don’t see your hat in your mouth.” Din pointed out, looking not so discreetly at Morgan’s favorite accessory. Morgan swallowed loudly and taking a step back patted his precious head attire.
 

“It was only metaphorically speaking!” He defended himself. “Don’t worry baby.” He said to his hat, continuing to pat it. “I won’t let this evil boy get my precious treasure.”

Din shook his head. “God Morgan, you are worst then gollem, you know that?”

Morgan frowned. “Did you just compare me to a half computer made psycho creature?” Din smiled and Morgan huffed, gesturing to the open door.
 

“Well, this creature is saying 'after you master'.” He said, smiling sweetly.

Din shook his head, poking his tongue at his friend and then carefully, looking as if he was taking baby steps walked into the hag’s office, sat by the computer and turned the damned thing on.

“
Ewwww…” Din fidgeted in his place, uncomfortably moving to the end of his sit.

“What is it?” Morgan leaned over him to take a bett
er look at the computer screen.

“I’m letting my ass touch the place where the witch’s ass was.” Din complained and Morgan laughed. Din shook his head. “I am burning these pants when we are done.” He promised and then he leaned over the keyboard, quickly accessing the school records ,the hag didn't even put a password on it, she didn't think that anyone would be brave or stupid enough to break into her office, just goes to show how she underestimated Din.

“Ok,” Din muttered, scrolling the page down. “So what am I looking for exactly?”

He asked Morgan who was standing next to him, reading the page as it slid down.
 

“I don’t know.” Morgan shrugged. “Anything that would give us some leverage over her, anything to show just what she is, something easily proven…”

Din shook his head. “Be more specific Morgan, we haven’t got all night here.”

“
Aggh,” Morgan growled. “I don’t know…A date of birth maybe?”

Din nodded and looked at the screen before him. ”Ok, that’s a start.” He agreed.
 

“What’s Mrs. Kafka’s last name?” Morgan smirked loudly and then smacked Din on the head. “That is her last name, stupid; you thought Kafka was a first name? Her parents weren’t that cruel you know.”

“Oh.” Din waved Morgan’s hand away from his head. “Well who really goes to the trouble of going into those Details beside you? What’s her first name then?”

Morgan shrugged, he had to know this,
he wrinkled his forehead, trying to remember the last four years of his life but nothing fell thought his memory but his own pang of misery and a distinct feeling of something he was missing.

“But Casey is ok…She is with me.” Morgan whispered to
himself, his thoughts leading him away from the given mission, he wasn't thinking about Kafka at the moment. 

“So what is this feeling of someone gone…?” His mind eye clouded, why couldn't he remember anything now when he tried to make something resurface?

Din looked at Morgan, a bit worried by his sudden misplaced expression.

“Dude, are you ok? You have that ‘I’m not here’ look again, what are you thinking about? Morgan?” Din raised his voice, bringing his friend back to his senses.
 

“Oh…yes, yes, I’m fine.” Morgan mumbled. “I j
ust got caught up by a memory.”

Din frowned. “What memory?”

Morgan shook his head. “I don’t know…I’m not sure.” He looked at the computer screen. “So what were we talking about?”

Din cleared hi
s throat. “Kafka’s first name?”

“Oh…” Morgan bit his lip.
“It’s Helga. Yes, it’s Helga.”

“
Really?” Din narrowed his eyes.

“Yes, I’m sure of it. She wrote it on the blackboard on the second day of school four years ago when we had our first lesson with her.”

"How the hell did you remember that?" Din frowned.

"Photographic m
emory." Morgan answered simply.

Din shrugged but typed the name
in anyway. ”Ok, Helga Kafka, Christ, what a name…was she Hungarian or something?”

“She’s not dead ye
t stupid.” Morgan reminded him.

“Yes, I can only wish for it…
Ahh...” Din suddenly gulped, his eyes nearly jumping out of their sockets. 

“What is it?” Morgan looked at him puzzled. “What did you find?”

“That can’t be right…can it?” Din pointed at the screen. “Can it?!” He looked up at Morgan. “Am I still on drugs? That can’t be right…it has to be a typo or something.”

“Kafka doesn’t make typos, let me see that.” Morgan leaned closer, reading the page Din was currently on, his eyes going as wide as Din’s did.

“That date.” Din whispered.” I know my math is bad but February eight, nineteen eighteen. That can’t be it…that would make her…” His voice died out. 

“Eighty five.”

Morgan finished for a really confused Din, he himself at a point of not believing. 

“She wrote these records herself.” Morgan po
inted out. “It has to be true.”

“But…But that can’t be her real age!
Why hasn’t she retired yet?!” Din exclaimed. “How the hell is she still teaching?! That’s so completely and totally illegal!”

Morgan shook his head. “I have no idea, you think that someone in the school board was probably too damn afraid to fire her cuss she threatened to torture him or something so he let her stay to torture us instead?”

Morgan laughed. “I don’t actually think that this is the case Din.” He said.

“So what e
lse could it be?” Din inquired.

“I don’t know.” Morgan shrugged.
 

“But I suggest that we get the hell out of here now before we get caught and think about this in the morning. I’m dead tired anyway and Casey might be worried about me.”

”You mean, you are worried about her.” Din nodded. ”You know she is not a little girl anymore.”

“B
ut I am still her big brother.”

“Yes…by like ten minutes. I will n
ever get you Tepes siblings.”

“Twins.”
Morgan corrected, feeling odd making a point of that.

“Yeah.”
Din said as he got up from the hag’s chair, turning the computer off. “Twins that is what I will never get.” He looked around, making sure that they did not leave any evidence lying around indicating about their presence for Kafka to find and then he turned to Morgan. 

“Ok, all clear, let’s go.”

They left the room the same way they entered it and Din turned to the door he had just closed. “Give me the pins again.” he said, using the pins Morgan had handed him to relock the doorway and then he got up, handed them back to him and they turned to the stairs that led back to their dorms.

“So I’ll talk to you tomorrow then?” Morgan said, tapping Din on the back as he past him

“Ehh, dude, we are on the same floor.” Din reminded him.

“I know.” Morgan said. “But we
are on different sides of it.”

“It does not matter.” D
in smiled. “Let’s make a race.”

“A ra
ce?” Morgan raised his eyebrow.

”Yes, a race, to see who i
s faster.”

Morgan shook his head. “Haven’t you had en
ough excitement for one night?”

“No! C’mon!” Din grabbed his hand. “Please? Think about it, if you run, you can get
to your precious Casey faster.”

Morgan let out a sigh, Din knew exactly how to push his buttons and he knew that D
in wasn't going to let this go.

“All right,” He said pointing. “You take the left sta
irway and I’ll take the right.”

Din smiled victoriously and hurried to get into starting position. “Ok,” Morgan counted. “On your marks…get set…”

The blond didn't even wait for the ‘go’ mark, he took off up the stairs like a speeding bullet and in seconds he was gone from Morgan’s sight.

Morgan yawned, he didn't even try to catch up to Din, he decided to let the kid have his fun while he stretched his limbs, lazily making his way in the opposite direction towards the stairway that led to his and Casey’s dorm room.

Usually they separated the boys and the girls' rooms in the summer school but the twins insisted on being placed in the same room and after a hissy fit from Casey the student dean caved.

Morgan rubbed his eyes; he didn't realize how tired he really was from all that messing around with Din half the day but that’s what you get when you spend most of your time sneaking around the castle, he was glad he did it but he couldn't wait to get to his soft bed. Morgan grinned to himself, he could not wait see the look on their friends faces when he and Din told them the following morning about their discovery; he expected it to be absolutely priceless. He even considered bringing with him a camera. 

‘Casey is probably already snoring; I should get to bed too and make the morning come faster.’

He thought to himself. 

‘Maybe I can have some more fun with her…see how she likes waking up with some ice in her shirt or some water on her head…’ He laughed a bit too loudly and hurried to cover his mouth, it would be such a waste to get caught by one of the teachers now when he had come this far to getting away with his harmless fun.

He hurried up the stairs and down the hall undetected when suddenly; the sound of whispers behind him brought Morgan to a sudden halt. 

‘Who was up so late and talking in the middle of the hall?’ Morgan asked himself, dreading of the night guard as he piped from behind the corner he was standing at, he just had to see who was as dump as he and Din were. Morgan narrowed his eyes, leaning over the edge of the corner to see better into the darkness, he could detect some dark figures and then…

Morgan’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes got used to the darkness and he finally saw clearly who it was, what it was that was talking and  he couldn't believe it.

’please let this
be a dream…A nightmare...’ Morgan silently pleaded as he examined the two tall hooded figures, standing there, talking, with their filler like hands caressing the neck of a strangely familiar girl.

Morgan staid in the dark, petrified in horror as their whisperers carried in the silence to him, but it wasn't any language that he ever heard off, still he imagined they were talking to each other and to the girl before them and she did not seem afraid either cuss the dark figures were gesturing at her with their robe covered filler hands and she was nodding, agreeing, to what, he couldn't understand.

Morgan yelped in shock as one of the figures leaned closer to the girl, its hooded face unmasked as the hood slid from its deformed features. 

‘No, I must be seeing things! I did not just see that!’ Morgan argued with
himself, completely forgetting about his immediate need to remain hidden and he suddenly noticed the eerie silence as the figures turned to where he was, snarling. It had just dawned on him, they heard him yelping.