Translation
Fanfic: Angel Slayer
stones and leave the music room 210, which can also be used for other hours. Then they wait for their German teacher next to the door of the sanitary room.
For a long time, none of the girls dared to say anything. The memories of her past experience are still too deep. Was it a dream or not?
"Were you trapped in a room like that too?" Karia interrupts the silence. She doesn't look at her friend. The blonde stares at the wall on which a picture of a famous poet had been painted.
"Yes," Mariella drills holes in the ground.
Mrs. Henning comes out of the music room. She is carrying a thick, heavy bunch of keys with her. The dark blonde, short-haired woman unlocks the sanitary room for the two girls and asks them again if everything is really okay.
"Believe it! We're really fine.", Mariella soothes the 'school dragon' and is happy when she finally leaves. She quickly pushes her friend into the room and leans against the door that closes behind her." Phew ... Finally quiet in front of the old box! "
"Watch out, she'll come back in a minute and shit together." Grins Karia, who has sat down on the bed.
"That would really be missing if I were lucky!" Laughs the brown-haired woman. She sits down next to her friend.
"What does all this mean?" Karia asks, looking seriously at the floor.
"Hm? What are you talking about?"
"Well, from everything! From the stones, from these rooms, from the strange voice, stop from everything!"
"Oh ... I don't understand the crap either. It's all nonsense! How stupid they think we are, eh? We must have only dreamed that. Yes, exactly! It all happened in our head!"
"I sincerely hope you're right."
I hope that too.
But Mariella is wrong! Since that incident, more and more strange things have happened. Karia has enigmatic visions of the future that she physically weaken. Mariella often falls into a kind of twilight state in which she is confronted with her own past.
In class or during breaks, they feel that they are being watched all the time. You have the impression that
whether formless beings would pursue them. Which, on closer inspection, is completely impossible. They both know that there are no creatures like demons, vampires, werewolves and all that stuff. But slowly doubts arise in them. The experience in these rooms was very real. What can they still believe and what not?
For a long time, none of the girls dared to say anything. The memories of her past experience are still too deep. Was it a dream or not?
"Were you trapped in a room like that too?" Karia interrupts the silence. She doesn't look at her friend. The blonde stares at the wall on which a picture of a famous poet had been painted.
"Yes," Mariella drills holes in the ground.
Mrs. Henning comes out of the music room. She is carrying a thick, heavy bunch of keys with her. The dark blonde, short-haired woman unlocks the sanitary room for the two girls and asks them again if everything is really okay.
"Believe it! We're really fine.", Mariella soothes the 'school dragon' and is happy when she finally leaves. She quickly pushes her friend into the room and leans against the door that closes behind her." Phew ... Finally quiet in front of the old box! "
"Watch out, she'll come back in a minute and shit together." Grins Karia, who has sat down on the bed.
"That would really be missing if I were lucky!" Laughs the brown-haired woman. She sits down next to her friend.
"What does all this mean?" Karia asks, looking seriously at the floor.
"Hm? What are you talking about?"
"Well, from everything! From the stones, from these rooms, from the strange voice, stop from everything!"
"Oh ... I don't understand the crap either. It's all nonsense! How stupid they think we are, eh? We must have only dreamed that. Yes, exactly! It all happened in our head!"
"I sincerely hope you're right."
I hope that too.
But Mariella is wrong! Since that incident, more and more strange things have happened. Karia has enigmatic visions of the future that she physically weaken. Mariella often falls into a kind of twilight state in which she is confronted with her own past.
In class or during breaks, they feel that they are being watched all the time. You have the impression that
whether formless beings would pursue them. Which, on closer inspection, is completely impossible. They both know that there are no creatures like demons, vampires, werewolves and all that stuff. But slowly doubts arise in them. The experience in these rooms was very real. What can they still believe and what not?