Mischief and Mayhem [2]

The morning started with screams.

Not the usual, groggy murmurs of students dragging themselves out of bed or the occasional argument over who stole whose shoes or uniform.

No, these were real screams- loud, panicked, and echoing through the halls like a battle cry.

Doors slammed open all at once. Students emerged from their dormitories, their expressions shifting from tired confusion to outright horror as they took in the scene before them.

Everywhere- everywhere- people were blue.

Some had only their faces and hands stained, as if they had just splashed water onto themselves during their morning routines. Others, far more unfortunate, had somehow managed to drench their entire bodies, turning them into walking blueberries.

One particularly miserable student staggered out of the showers, a towel barely hanging onto his waist, his entire body dyed a deep shade of indigo. He stared down at his hands in shock.