Summary: Lancer was qualified to teach. Not to protect students from the supernatural.
Rating: PG, Teen+
Content Warning: Passing mentions of death in a school environment, anxiety attack.
Characters: Mr. Lancer
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 562
Everything in order, everything in its place.
Mr. Lancer had prepared for his homeroom class. His students’ papers were all graded, in neat piles, in alphabetical order. The grades have been uploaded online with a backup record in his physical grade book. His copies for the full week were made, stapled, and organized by bell. He had even written the next two full week’s homework assignments in the corner of the blackboard.
He checked, double-checked, triple-checked his lists. He wanted to be missing something. Anything.
No. He never did.
Lancer sat down at his desk. He pulled out his copy of Paradise Lost, opening up to the chapter that was due today. He read it five times yesterday.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Only five minutes until students were allowed to be in the building.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Lancer’s eyes skimmed over the familiar paragraphs. He realized halfway down the page that he hadn’t taken in a single word. He sighed and went back to the top of the page, this time using his finger to help keep his place
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
He snapped the book shut. He shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I need to go on a walk,” he muttered.
He stood up from his chair, pushed his swivel chair back in where it should be, strode across the room, and unlocked the door. He used his foot to slide the doorstop in place so his students would be able to come in without him.
He looked back in the classroom one more time before walking away.
Everything in order.
Everything in its place.
A couple of years ago, Lancer would have never dared leave the door open. Principle Ishiyama would have torn him a new one for creating a security risk.
Locked doors didn’t protect them anymore. Not when those who wished harm could walk through walls.
All a lock did was slow down the escape route.
As he stepped away, he knew there was no telling if today would be another bad day. No one could predict when these attacks would occur, only that they only seemed to do so when school was in session.
Lancer didn’t know when he’d lose another colleague. Another student. He had to always mentally prepare to call someone’s family and tell them that they were killed.
He walked faster. He was too aware of his limbs as they were filled with shaky energy. The back of his neck grew hot.
He knew that ghost kid- Phantom- did the best he could. Lancer didn’t know what his story was, but thought he likely died near the school. Why else would he be haunting it so much? Why else would he be making sure no one else died?
Come on, Ronnie.
In.
Out.
Slow down.
In.
Out.
He never seemed to realize how fast his breathing became.
In.
Out.
He focused on the lines of the tiles on the floor. The sound his shoes made in the empty, industrial white hallway. The way his shirt felt on his skin.
In. Out. In. Out.
Anything but the pit of dread opening in his chest. Anything but the knowledge that he may have to evacuate the students to keep them from joining the dead.
Anything but the knowledge that everyone’s safety was out of his control.
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