Academic, Au Naturel

Miss Baine's shrill shriek brings David back to his sense, having watched in silent terror as the morbid scene played out. He leans over the stairway's railing to get a better view, hoping beyond hope he'd been tricked by his own senses and imagination, that he'd only seen the two clumsily topple over.

But now, all he could see of Miss Baines were her kicking, squirming legs, poking out beneath Mr Grenshaw's hunched figure, gripping his victim tight as he did...something to her. From this distance he couldn't make out much of what was going on between the two, but he doubted he was giving her a sentimental bear hug.

In his sudden, panicked urge to help, he looks for something to throw, settling on his rucksack, which he flings over with little grace. By some small miracle, it collides with the back of Grenshaw's shaven head, bouncing off relatively harmlessly.

"Get the fuck off her, creep!" David hollers down at him, with the kind of fleeting bravado that lasts only as long as his advantage of distance. It quickly evaporates as his P.E teacher spins to look up at him; even a story and a half away, he can see the thick mess of blood running down his chin, and puddling besides Miss Baines bleeding throat. More than that though, he catches the iridescent, glowering crimson gaze of something...primal.

He doesn't wait for Grenshaw to give chase, instead launching himself back into the building, pumps smacking loudly against the shiny corridor floor. The hallways are empty; everyone's in class, and the doors are locked on the outside by a card scanner. He starts to panic as he hears distant footsteps following, echoing his own as he switches directions randomly, until he finds a door still half-opened, a student on their way through.

David dives into him before the door can shut, the two landing in a pile in the crowded classroom. Barely registering the twenty-something gazes on him, and the poor wheezing bastard he'd just elbowed in the gut beneath him, he spins round and slams the door shut hard, the electronic lock clicking shut.

His heart was pounding, his adrenaline high wearing off, leaving him gasping for breath, too exhausted to do anything but sit in front of that door, staring at it as the teacher and tackled student yell at him, almost daring it to thump at him. He rises, and peers through the little window in the door, out into an empty hallway. Was it Grenshaw he heard? Did he even see what he thought he did? And what was that, even?

He was doubting himself again now he had a whole classroom of students to embarrass himself in front of, one of whom grabbed him by his shoulder and spun him around.

He was big. Alot bigger than david at any rate, a thick set of biceps stretching the short sleeves of his polo shirt. His hair was pulled back in a bun, and right now he was staring daggers down at David.

"I'm talking to you, you fucking weirdo! What'd you do that for?!" The overeducated blonde meathead snarled as he rubbed his side. David struggled to answer, panicking for a moment as the gazes all settle on him. Even the teacher, a skinny, wispy lady with a red bob haircut, dressed in a prim, frilly office blouse and a pencil skirt, didn't bother to rein him in, just looking on through round spectacles with a curt expression.

Shit, David thought to himself. Probably shouldn't tell them he was chased by a demented, demonic looking teacher, that'd be a hard sell for anyone, let alone someone these old money shitheels had so little respect for, they affectionately referred to him as 'Diversity Hire'.

"Getting...chased...crazy fucker, h-he attacked Miss Baines, came after me" he attempts through gasps of air, hamming up his exhaustion a little to sell it. The teacher's brow furrowed as she finally approached. "What do you mean 'attacked'? Who was it?".

"Dunno, didn't see his face" he lies, gaze shifting between the teacher and the student, who sneers "little pussy, running away, looking for someone to save you?". David glares, and gives him a shove and another lie "he had a knife, fuckface! Your so tough, you go get him, go on, go all bruce lee on him, big man!".

The guy's eyes widen with rage, and shoves back instead of answering, launching David against the door, hard. Shit, he thought for a second time; maybe this wasn't a good hill to die on. Luckily the teacher steps between them, putting a firm palm on each chest.

"That's enough, the pair of you! I'm going to give the front desk a call and look into this. Everyone, refrain from calling the emergency services until I say otherwise. We'll have this dealt with, and continue the school day within the hour".