Chapter 11: Last Day of Term.

It was for the end of the year that the students sought most of all: Six weeks without teachers or homework. The headmaster was actually sober for once, scruffy clothes ironed and straightened, and soft hair pulled into a ponytail. 'I hope.' he began to the assembled, voice clear and strong. 'That you will make the most of the last day of term, to say your farewells for this year, and to do anything that remains to be done.'

At some point, Kara must've passed out because she awoke in the medical office with no memory of how she got there. Shrub had eventually cleared her and she met Ceaser and Alex in the foyer. 'How are you?' she asked them.
'Never better.' Ceaser smirked before both turned to look at Alex.
'Azathoth's stopped all of this years exams... I was really looking forwards to all that learning...' he sighed.
'As you can see, Kara, Alex here has made a complete recovery.' he gave the half human a playful shove.

The "teachers" too seemed to have recovered from the injuries inflicted by The Malice. 'You may believe, Ms Wilton.' On saying farewell to other students, they met Nyarlathotep outside his classroom. 'That the entire school is impressed by your fight against The Malice. But not me, I am not impressed at all. You have also caused considerable damage to a very rare and powerful piece of technology.'
Kara shrugged it off with a smile.
'Alex?' Ceaser wondered, noticing him lagging behind, looking nervous.
'C'mon Ceaser...' she whispered quietly, tugging him along.

Alex stared at the floor for a second before looking up. 'I'm sorry. I... I thought it was you.'
Gentle hands on his shoulders.
'That Thoughtform was formed from, and fed on negative emotions. It took everything evil and dark and gives it a voice, turns it against you. I am from the dawn of time, it had a lot to go on.' Nyarlathotep admitted.

'It took your form and... You... You were what I could sense. You were what was in the darkness.' he realised.

'Yes.' He pulled Alex into a hug. 'But know this: I will not break this curse, these feelings will not dissipate.
'Meh, I'll see you again next term.' Alex stated.
'Oh, you will. But do wait until you're older before expressing you feelings.' the Crawling Chaos lowered his voice. '... And pray to all space that you never meet me in my thousand other forms...'
Alex snickered at this, finding it amusing. 'Oh, Nyarlathotep, no mask may hide you from the tugging of my heartstrings.'
'Alex...'
'... And you will wear a tight suit...'
'Stop it. Now.' Alex's attachment was beginning to creep out even the Crawling Chaos.

'Do you think they'll ever stop?' Kara wondered to Ceaser as they stood by the doorway, just out of sight, watching their whispered embrace. 'Maybe once we've finished school.' Ceaser shrugged. 'When Alex can't see him anymore.'
'But the Necronomicon says he has a thousand forms... He could be anyone.'

'And I'm sure that Alex is able to detect every one of them...' Ceaser smirked before both of them stepped out as Alex approached. 'Ahh! Welcome back!'
'C'mon, lot's to do over the summer.' Kara stated.

'Agreed.' Alex nodded. 'Things to see, people to do-' he stopped suddenly, realising his Freudian slip. Kara and Ceaser dissolved into laughs all the while as they walked home.

The "Teachers" may have been alien Gods in disguise, but they were the best damn teachers the school had.

(A/N: And we have two more years of this... It gets creepier from here.)