he straightened back up in one jerky movement.
“Bad kitty,” he said, then he ran backwards out of the cupboard. Drake and Mel watched him charge across the classroom, dodging desks and chairs, the Hellhound howling with fury on his back.
And then there was a loud KRIK as Dr Black drove the beast against the wall. A spider’s web pattern spread up the plaster and Toxie let out a squeal of pain. Dr Black glared into the cupboard and fixed his eyes on Drake. He began to cackle, quietly at first, but quickly becoming louder until the sound of his laughter drowned out Toxie’s yelps.
“We should get out of here,” Drake muttered.
“You think?” Mel said. She took hold of Drake’s hand and he led her out into the classroom. “What do we do about him?” she asked, glancing back at the unconscious Mr Franks.
Drake thought for a moment, then firmly pulled the cupboard door closed. “He’ll be fine,” he said. “Probably.”
“Where do you think you are going, Mr Finn?” Dr Black demanded. He made a lunge for them, but Toxie dug his claws into the teacher’s shoulders and dropped to the floor. Dr Black was pulled backwards.
“Go, go, go,” Drake cried, pushing Mel towards the classroom door. They clattered out into the corridor and slammed the door closed, muffling the sounds of the battle raging inside.
“That was... What was...?” Mel stammered. She shook her head and pulled herself together. “What’s happening?”
“I’ll explain soon, I promise,” he said. “But now we have to run.”
He caught her hand again and pulled her along the corridor towards the exit. Pupils usually didn’t bother going upstairs during breaktimes, so the history corridor was completely deserted. Their footsteps echoed noisily as they made for the corner that led to the stairs.
Drake skidded round the bend, dragging Mel with him. Three figures blocked the top of the stairs. They turned their spotty faces Drake’s way as he appeared round the corner.
“Well, well, well, if it ain’t the knob ’ead,” Bingo muttered. “Been eating any Frosties lately?”
“Not now, guys, OK?” Drake said. He moved to pass them, but Dim and Spud blocked his way.
“We’ve been looking for you,” Bingo continued.
“No, you haven’t,” Drake said. “You walked right past me yesterday.”
“Yeah, well now we are looking for you, all right? Did you think we forgot what you done?”
There was a crash from along the corridor behind them. None of the three bullies so much as blinked.
“I’m warning you, get out of my way,” Drake said. “We need to get out of here. All of us.”
“You ain’t going nowhere, knob ’ead.” Bingo looked Mel up and down. He fixed his eyes on her checked skirt and leered. “And neither’s your girlfriend.”
Bingo made a grab for Mel, both hands raised, fingers spread wide. Drake let go of her hand long enough to shove the bully in the chest. “Leave her alone,” he yelled, in a voice that didn’t sound quite like his own.
In his panicked rage, Drake pushed the boy harder than he had intended. He watched helplessly as Bingo stumbled back towards the stairs. The bully’s face barely had time to register his surprise before he started to fall.
All four of them looked on, dumbstruck, as Bingo clattered down the hard stone steps. He bounced and rolled down the last few stairs and hit the floor below with a sickening crunch.
In the silence that followed, Drake was deafened by the thunder of his own crashing heart.
Mel looked down at the motionless boy, lying on his back, his limbs bent at awkward angles. Both shaking hands went to her mouth. “Oh God,” she whispered. “Oh God.”
“What have I done?” Drake whimpered. “He’s not moving. What have I done?”
Dim and Spud kept quiet. They followed Drake and Mel as they hurried down the stairs.
“I’ve... I’ve killed him,” Drake said. “I’ve actually killed him.”
“Maybe not,” Mel said. “I mean, maybe not. There’s no blood or anything.”
“No, but...” Drake remembered the crunching sound Bingo had made on the floor, and the way his head had battered off almost every step.
He stopped, three stairs from the bottom. “Why isn’t there blood?”
Mel carried on past him. “He might be OK. Maybe he just needs—”
“Mel, wait!” Drake cried, pulling her back just in time. With a mechanical whirr, Bingo’s legs and arms twisted backwards, raising his chest up towards the ceiling. His head spun all the way round until his face was pointed towards the floor. He looked like a dog wearing a human-suit, but the truth