“Shaula? What’s happening, Shaula?”

Sweat drips down Ajax’s forehead as he considers the pain he has just been put through, the ear-splitting torment. Shaula looks over at him and speaks with a trembling voice.

“I-I don’t know, Ajax, this doesn’t… this doesn’t make any sense. You could hear the voice too, right? Like, I should be going fucking crazy, but you heard it too! Right!?”

“Y-Yeah, I did, but… it looks like nobody else heard it. Th-They didn’t… hear… What… What the fuck was that?” Ajax sees his classmates; a good chunk of them have left out the door while his teacher remains with a few who perhaps are too curious for their own good.

The lights are out and some of the students are looking at the two of them with fear and awe while others are trying to get their phones to work. Shaula looks back towards Ajax and answers him as her heartbeat races.

“I have no fucking clue! I have absolutely no fucking clue!!” The both of them want to just go home and cry their eyes out. They prepared for an English test, not whatever this is.

Ajax looks at the surface of his desk. He was scratching the surface with his fingernails, perhaps in an effort to distract from the pain in his own mind. The tips of his fingers are somewhat bloody and bruised, but luckily his nails haven’t been peeled off as well.

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Shaula takes a few deep breaths. She sees his fingers and confirms something with Ajax.

“I-It was in our heads though. Both of our heads, whatever that was.” Ajax sits down in his seat as he thinks a few things over.

“Right… I guess that makes sense, I would have ripped my ears off to make it stop I think, but even covering them did nothing. It’s like I heard it right in my brain–”

"Um A-Ajax, Shaula?”

Christa Rowfield interrupts Ajax and the two of them look at her standing in front of a small group of students. Christa is cautious of what’s going on here.

All that she can tell with some degree of certainty is that all electrical devices in the classroom have been destroyed. Additionally, there was a mirage and a dim rainbow pattern surrounding the bodies of Ajax and Shaula.

To figure out why these things have all happened and coincided with both Ajax and Shaula screaming at the top of their lungs is far above her area of expertise and her pay grade.

Perhaps if she were a physicist, an engineer or any other profession that could perhaps understand why these inexplicable events are happening in this manner, she would be of assistance. All she can realistically do right now is run away from the two of them.

But, she isn’t so cowardly that she would just leave Ajax and Shaula, her students, to deal with this unbelievable situation by themselves.