Zack, Charles, and the male students—who had been suspended helplessly in the air by the sudden entanglement of wind chains—came crashing to the ground, colliding with chairs and tables, gasping for breath, just as Lag, the man who had been trying to kill them, was violently thrown far away.
But they had no time to recover.
Suddenly, the sickening sound of bones snapping echoed through the classroom, followed by a blood-curdling scream that sent icy chills racing down their spines.
Charles, being the closest to the scene, slowly—ever so slowly—lifted his eyes.
But the instant he caught sight of what lay ahead, he swallowed hard. The sight before him was like something ripped straight out of a horror movie. Gruesome. Bloody. And in the center stood the familiar ash-brown haired youth with his back turned to him.
"Skyler...?"
