Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum
The fix 16
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The girl stepped there. In the corridor that now looked deserted. In his hand he carries a cardboard box containing items that must be stored in the warehouse.
"One time here," he murmured as he continued to step, just keep going straight, then turn in one of the junction there and then he would see the warehouse space that became his destination.
TUKS!
One of the things he was carrying in the cardboard fell to the floor.
"uh? Oh, my God, why did it fall" he murmured. Who then crouched down to grab it.
"Gosh, that's heavy. Let me put this one first," the girl put the cardboard box she was carrying on the floor so she could easily pick up the item she had just dropped there. The girl grabbed it, then cleaned it a little so that a little soil attached to the object was lost.
"Finish—"
A TAP!
Both of his ears caught the sound of some kind of footsteps. The girl looked up to find the origin of the voice she heard. He spread his gaze looking for a figure who had just created the sound he heard, but nothing. There was no one there but him.
"Any, when I seemed to have heard the sound of footsteps," he muttered as he scratched his nape.
"Ah, it must be just my feelings" he said. He then reinserted the object that had just fallen from the cardboard he was carrying. The girl again picked him up and stepped towards the warehouse. But when he stepped, again his ears caught the sound of footsteps. He felt as if someone was following him from behind. Several times he stopped his steps, turned his head and looked for the figure that followed him. But again empty. He began to fret, especially when his sharp instincts said that he was being watched secretly by someone who knows who.
"I have to hurry up and get this done and go" he thought, who then quickly walked towards the warehouse.
Arriving in front of the warehouse, the girl paused for a moment. The Eve that came out of the barn felt different. It was cold, and so gripping. Especially when considering the quiet surroundings makes him feel uncomfortable.
"Is it just my feeling or is this warehouse scary? It must be just my feelings. Yes sure. I'd better hurry in and put this inside, and then quickly leave before the bell goes off," he said that then pushing the door of the warehouse made the contents of it visible to both eyes. His hands and feet instantly trembled and cold sweat started pouring down his forehead. His heart roared along with an unpleasant premonition that suddenly appeared within him.
Slowly he stepped in, approached the table filled with goods there and put the cardboard he carried there. Before stepping away from there, both of his eyes were staring around. The room was completely dark, without the slightest illumination, and when he realized it he was increasingly in a state of fret that became increasingly.
BLAM!
Instantly the door there was closed to make himself surprised. He turned to the door and rushed to him. His hand moved trying to open the door but it was locked.
"Damn! Why is this door suddenly locked!" He started to panic.
"Please! Help me!" He shouted as he banged hard on the door with both hands.
"No one can hear you!" Suddenly someone said from the inside made himself surprised. Rushing turned his body and circulated his gaze looking for the figure that had just spoken.
"Who are you!" He said in a frightened voice, his face now turning deathly pale and his hands trembling even more. Even now his legs were unable to support his weight which made him spontaneously fall to the floor.
TAP..TAP…
Footsteps began to be heard, but not just one but four. From different sides and directions from the darkness.
The girl closed her eyes and then reopened them, making her ability to see in the dark. And there, in front of him were four men in black suits complete with black glasses worn by them.
"Who are you! W-why are you here! D-and-why did you lock me up?! B-open! Open the door and let me out!" Said him who tried to be loud but could not because he was too afraid.
"It's just one of our goals. That leads you to our master!" One of them spoke.
"What do you mean!" He was trying to gather his energy to attack. But berlum had attacked him, suddenly the man who was originally saying it shot him with a small bullet that shot out from inside his clock and.…
PIU—
The bullet hit his neck and was knocked unconscious.
"Now bring him," he said instructing his men. They hurriedly grabbed the girl's body and carried her out from inside the warehouse. Out there they meet an old man who has helped her. The man smiled at them after opening the door so they could get out.
"Thank you for the help" their leader said, patting her on the shoulder slowly. He just answered with a smile. The four men immediately then stepped away leaving themselves alone there.
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"Now just to prepare his gym," muttered Trish as she stepped down the corridor to the sports hall where he was behind the field, blocked by some rooms that are now quite rarely used.
Today is the day he teaches XI classes, and he plans to teach children XI classes to study in the gym. Especially if considering the overcast sky today, it is not supportive to study in the field.
He walked towards the sports room. But his steps stopped for a moment when suddenly he heard the voice of someone who was running there.
"Something seems to be running, is it true? Or am I just mishearing?" Trish stepped slowly, very slowly so that the sound of her footsteps could not be heard. Just behind the wall he stopped.
His head was looking for the origin of the voice. However, no one was found running in the empty hallway.
"Surprisingly, I was pretty sure that the sound came from here. But why is there no one?" Trish murmuring. He still continued to circulate his gaze looking for the whereabouts of the voice he heard. Again, he saw no one there.
"Sir Trish!" Suddenly a man surprised him. He looked up and found Mr. Cato standing there.
"Sir Cato."
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