Silent was the Storm Ch2 (unfinished)

Be Norman again.
>You’re not sure if it’s the light of Teach’s phone playing tricks on you, but his face seems a lot paler than a minute ago.
>Not wanting to stand in complete darkness much longer you whip out your phone. The light coming from the screen isn’t much, but it’s therapeutic.
>“Alright kids, stay with me, we’ve got to find the principal ASAP.”
>“Why the hurry sir?” asks Purple
>“I’ll explain once we’ll be with her. Now, follow me. Quick.”
>Teach didn’t shout or even raise his voice, but there is something in his speech that tells you to obey and to not ask questions. So you comply.
>You three walk towards the cafeteria. Your steps are hurried, following the quick pace of the adult.
>Not soon enough, you spot the light of the emergency lamps above the double doors of the cafeteria, beckoning like a lighthouse, thanks to it, you see a sign of human presence in the building:
>“The doors are still swinging, Principal Celestia shouldn’t be far!” exclaims Twilight, from how hype she is about this simple fact, the ambient tension got to her as well.
>The spark of hope in your chest doesn’t live long, as you hear a short feminine cry of surprise and the sound of furniture getting shoved around coming from beyond the doors.
>With a reaction time that would make even The Flash go green from jealousy, your trio rush towards the sound, Teach using his shoulder to open the doors without any form of ceremony and Purple sprinting faster than any stereotypical autochthons from a certain African country starting with “N”
>Only to watch your friend crash into a barricade of tables and chairs, the move is as comically clumsy as it looks painful.
>“Norman, help Twilight!” yells the teacher before leaping over another table and making a beeline towards the kitchen doors, these are also still moving.
>As you help Purple to her feet, you look the disorder in the cafeteria. Most of the tables have been moved from their original places, forming a ring (now dented due to your friend’s entrance), the chairs for their parts are scattered in chaotic fashion. Some are still on their feet, some are lying in random positions, on the ground or on the tables, and a dozen is now forming a tower of dubious stability reaching to the ceiling, dotting the mysterious work of art are glasses and kitchen utensils.
>Once Purple is free from furniture piled on her and her dizziness wears off, Teach comes back from the kitchen, alone.
>“S-Sir? W-Where is the Principal?”
>“… I don’t know… There wasn’t anyone in the kitchen.”
>“B-But you didn’t look long enough! You were in there for only a minute and-“
>“Twilight! … Going further alone, is too dangerous… I’m sorry…”
“What do you mean?”
>Teach pinches the bridge of his nose and take a deep breath.
>“I… Okay, I know this will sound crazy, but the math teacher told me that if we went outside or alone as long as the storm rages, our lives would be in danger, because there is something in the building… And he gave me proof to believe this… He predicted the destruction of my car and the power outage.”
>Purple look at Teach for a while, doubt on her face… You, however, already have an answer.
“I believe you, I mean, Twi’ can cast freaking spells… So I have no reason to doubt you Teach.”
>“But, Mister Discord doesn’t do magic! Besides, even magic cannot predict the future!”
“In PonyLand maybe, but this is Canterlot High, weird sh*t happens here twice a week at best.”
>Purple opens her mouth to retort, then closes it, the cycle repeat itself three times, before she lets out a sigh.
>“You’re right… Sorry for yelling at you Sir.”
>“No prob’ Twilight. Now, let’s keep moving, if your friends are still in here, we must warn them. Once this is done, well make groups to scout the building for other students…”
>“And together, we’ll rescue Celestia!” adds Purple with a lot more energy than what you deem necessary. Some parts of your brain already wondering in what state you might “recue” her…
>In your mind you add: “And find whatever is lurking in our school…”
>With a clear goal and a clear objective in your head, you backtrack towards Purple’s favorite place in the school.
>You surprise yourself wondering how different the school is once it’s empty. The sounds of Twi’s short hurried steps, Teach’s breathing, betraying how attentive he is by its loudness and finally your own heartbeats, echoing around you makes for an extremely disagreeable cacophony.
>While the first three minutes of your crusade pass with the three of you marching at an almost martial cadence, when you pass through the entrance hallway Teach makes a small pause, attempting to see the sad form of his destroyed car. However, the downpour and the shadows of the evening are too thick to discern anything.
>He sighs once before he resumes leading your trio in the dark hallways.
>It doesn’t take long before spotting the glass door of the library, a flickering blue light coming from behind them.
“What the-?”
>“You two, behind me, I’ll go first, if I say run away, you obey.”
>Purple and you nod.
>Walking as close as possible to the lockers lining the walls, your trio reaches the doors, supposedly unseen by whatever might be in there, you can hear voices, but what they might be saying or to who (or what) they belong to, is a mystery.
>Teach takes a deep breath to steel himself before taking a peek through the glass doors.
>“Holy sh*t.” he whispers after retreating to lay his back on the wall.
>Purple being closer to him than you are mimics his move and…
>“Holy sh*t!” she exclaims, before pushing the doors open and running inside.
>Your brain needs a minute to process the info, before you follow, Teach right on your heels.
>In the middle of the library a pile of books reaching your waist is burning with a unnatural blue flame.
>“Is that Karloff’s Cold Conservative Combustion?” asks Twilight, excitement in her voice.
>“Why of course where you expecting any less from your student! … Is it Kartoffels’ Cucumber Consumption? I mean, is it a good thing? If it isn’t, then I’m not the one who did it! And what are the other possible answers to your question?” tries to answer a certain too famous voice.
>“Trixie Lullamoon, what is this act of pyromania?” confronts Teach.
>“It’s not pyromania sir, it a spell made to provide light without burning anything! I’m impressed Trixie. How did you do it? I don’t remember teaching you this one…”
>“Huuuh… A-Are you sure? I-I mean, you might have forgotten… Trixied doesn’t want you to believe that she might have tried to cast another spell blindly you know…”
>“So it is true, you are teaching magic to Trixie? Of all people!”
>“Ho hush, you were the first to be happy to see the incredible magic of the gr-“
“Rarity! You are well! Ho thanks the elder gods!”
>“Well, I am happy to see you too Norman, but why such emphasis? Surely you are not afraid of a power outage at your age.”
>“Sadly it isn’t that simple. We have good reasons to believe that something might be lurking inside the school… Something that isn’t friendly.”
>An uncomfortable silence settles.