It was morning, and the sun was shining through the blue sky. After the fears of the night, the ball of fire was always a welcome change since the sight of it usually diminishes the chance of being attacked by the monsters lurking in on the campus’s grounds.

Dressed in jogging pants and a tight tank top, Kireina wade her way though the woods. She was following a beaten path she always ran on once a week, a path ending to one of the wood’s less wooden areas. The birds seemed to be singing to her and she drank in the earth’s beauty.

It was a beautiful weekend and a trek seemed to be the perfect way to open it. Her feet in a calm rhythm she whistled softly under her breath as she went in deeper. Her breath a calming rhythm and her feet swift as a deer she still found herself wary, eyes scanning the trees for any monster who wanted to attack her. Just because its morning doesn’t mean they’re all asleep.

Indeed, just because the setting is so pristine, that doesn’t mean that terror would not be in wait just around the next large tree trunk, or boulder jutting out from the hill. Unfortunately for Kireina, something had been woken, but not by her doing. The mere arrival of the Shokushu School could be to blame, or perhaps NICE labs, or just something as random as bad luck. Whatever the reason, it probably would not matter to the girl, and it certainly didn’t matter to whatever was about to greet her.

Under her feet some seismic activity had been set forth into motion. A trembling so gentle that she most likely would not have felt it even if she were standing perfectly still, the fact that she was running would possibly further cloud this event. As the jogger got further into the clearing, things would be a bit different. The birds decided they had enough of the forest and took to flight, the singing had stopped. It was eerily silent, her soft whistling now echoing out through the woods.

Her footfalls and whistling would make targeting her a bit easier, and without warning the very earth beneath her would begin to tremble and shake violently, the rustling sound of leaves would fill the air, snapping tree limbs, the clanking and bustle of small rocks knocking into one another, the very soil beneath her feet would seem to ripple in slow, undulating waves. In an instant, the path vanished, as well as everything within about a ten foot radius from where she last made contact with the ground, it simply dropped a good ten feet downwards in the matter of seconds!

At the bottom of this pit would be an amalgamation of murky, muddy soil. Reddish hues of clay, dark brown shades of top soil, tan shades of dirt. It was moist, thick, and seemed to be oozing about. Apparently there was an underground stream that had saturated the soil, eroded it from underneath, and caused this sink hole to form. At least, scientifically speaking that is how they form.

A moment she was walking, enjoying the day, the next she felt herselft near weightless.

Then gravity had to get hold of her and pull her down.

A swear came from her lips as she slammed to the ground, slipping towards the core of the sinkhole. Thinking about how it formed wasn't of any help to her so she concentrated on doing the best she can to get out of this mess.

Her hands went back, grabbing hold of a rock jutting from the ground. The jar almost made her let go, but thankfully she held on, letting her body dangle a mere few feet from the center.

Safe for the moment she looked around, pondering on the best path to crawl out of this mess

A slight miscalculation or perhaps this student having more dexterity and strength allowed her to avoid falling completely into the center of this abnormal phenomenon. Gravity…indeed, the laws of physics would certainly do what they could, but this alone would not be what was attempting to pull her down. When her body made contact with the ground another trigger would be set off, but when her hands made contact with that piece of rock, that is when it was certain.

As she sought the stone for her salvation and made her grip solidify around it, the protrusion started to vibrate ceaselessly. The soil around the base of the rock crumbled away and it fell down into the stew of murk below with rather awful sounding plops. The sloshing of this natural cauldron of liquids became increasingly louder, the mud splashing about the lower portions of the walls and splattering itself about. The pool below started ebbing to and fro in waves, and the level of it seemed to be rising slowly.

The rock between her hands started to slowly jut out from the base of the wall, it was only a mere centimeter or so at first, but soon the rock kept growing, unsheathing itself from the earthen confines of the walls of the sink hole. It was soon a foot longer than it had been before, then another foot, and then another. Eventually the poor girl would be hanging onto the end of a stone cylinder that had her dangling over the center of the sink hole, another three feet from the muck below.

Almost losing her grip on the rock, she dismissed the vibrations as a sideeffect of the sinkhole. Still at the back of her mind she knew something supernatural was happening. As one of the students with 'special' experiences, she knew that impossible things also happened in this place.

When she was dangling in the middle of the sinkhole she was assured that this was no ordinary phenomenon and she was in an unordinary situation. Expecting the abomination to be something in the swirling mud she raised her other hand and carefully turned herself around. With a strength she honed from the trainings she made her way back to the wall as quickly as possible, hoping to get to it in time before whatever it was explodes from the mud.

Clever girl and quite a talented one as well, it seems that her background in gymnastics was paying dividends. Since the vibrations did not shake her off like it had wanted, and the jutting out of the stone did nothing to loosen her steadfast grip, the being decided it had enough cat and mouse. Odd crackling and popping sounds would emanate from the stone column she was hastily scaling back to the wall.

Within mere moments, the rock would simply turn to sand in her hands, the whole totem turning to dust and crumpling into minute particles which fell like injured butterflies to the teaming pool of grime below. Her hand would now be holding onto nothing but sand, the laws of gravity would once again take control over her body. Her thought would only partially be right; whatever was after her did have something to do with the mud beneath her feet. This monster simply wasn’t something living in the ooze, it was the ooze itself, in fact it was the entire sinkhole.

Perhaps it was curious to see the human resolve, after all, in extraordinary circumstances; the human body is capable of extraordinary feats. It possibly may have never run across a human with these skill sets, so nimble, and yet with a decent amount of strength. Whatever the case, it seemed like it was not toying around anymore. The sound of rushing water battered the makeshift chamber of the sinkhole, but if the girl looked down, it would not be water she saw. Instead, it was more of that horrible looking concoction of top soil, clay, sand, pulverized stone, bits of tree bark, moss, decaying leaves, all pouring into the existing pool. The height of the fluid rose rapidly, now closing within two feet of her shoes, and was still on the rise.

It was sheer luck that when the rock crumbled she was already near the wall, and she landed face first into the slope. Skidding from surprise, she slid down a half foot before finally managing another handhold.

Risking a glance down she gasped softly, partly in fear. The water was rising quickly and she knew that if she didn’t find a way to escape there’s a possibility that she’d drown in the muck.

Mud made her slip as her feet moved un an undignified manner, searching for a foot hold. Unable to find one she just dug her toe in, pushing herself up. In a painfully slow manner she rose from the pit, inch by inch, desperately trying to get to the tempting freedom just a few feet away.

Damnable, nimble little minx, gym teacher would have been proud of her display. Luck and good fortune would only do her so well, and the nine lives were running out for Kireina. As the student glanced downward, the entire level of the rising muck would not be the only thing of interest. In the center of the pool started to form what looked like the top of a dome, perhaps a bubble of some sort. Grotesque sloshing sounds were present as this mound continued to rise.

The slip of her form against the wall of the sink hole gave another indication and when the toe dug into the surface, well that pretty much pinned the tail in the donkey. The being waited for a few moments to allow her to struggle, somewhat impressed by the will of the girl, but it wasn’t looking to be intrigued. As she glanced up to her freedom, the top of the sinkhole, there would be another slight rumbling of the concave bowl. A few more moments went by, and then a waterfall of mud poured from above at the lip of the hole, streaming down the side of the cavern she was attempting to scale.

As if that wasn’t enough, the very wall she was clawing into seemed to grow soft, like a peanut butter texture. She would most likely still be able to dig into this new material, but perhaps she’d have to place her hands and feet a bit deeper inside in order to maintain her position. If she was still able to see at this point, a glance back to that dome in the center would now reveal it was in the shape of a pillar, perfectly cylindrical and while the base of it was still rooted in the muck, the top of it was about three feet higher than the level of the pool. The top of the totem began to flex and bulge, myriad sounds of sloshing mud echoed within the confines of the sink hole.

If there had been any doubts on the fact that this little hole was a supernatural occurrence,. All of that were already dispelled. The bubble in the middle made her shudder, and she knew that whatever that thing is she does not want to finds out this way.

The mud poured over her, and she clung to the wall, afraid of losing her grip. Panic was rising inside her, an uncontrollable urge to scream and give up. Still she was a stubborn girl and she continued to scale the wall. The sloshing and other sounds distracted her, and she forced herself not to look down, in fear of losing her head.

The sudden change in the wall’s texture startled her, and unprepared, she slid down until her shoes brushed the tip of the pool. Wrist deep in the mud she gritted her teeth and pushed even deeper, securing a hold. With the water lapping at her toes she pulled herself up and away from it, her arms already aching from the multiple efforts of scaling the damn thing.