As class finished screams echoed from the halls. Lukas leapt from his seat;<em>Oh lord, not this madness again!</em><br/><br/>Knowing full well that he would not have time to grab his practice sword from the club he instead heads for a nearby supply closet.  He flings the door open, finding an assortment of cleaning products, brushes, and... a wooden broom!  The teenager gingerly twists off the handle out of its enclosure.  The weight isn't quite right in his hands, but the makeshift sword is at least fairly heavy.  Having secured a weapon he runs at a brisk pace towards the sound of the screams.<em>They must be near the library... better act fast.</em><br/><br/>Lukas feels his legs burning with acid as he dodges between screaming students.  His heart is pounding rapidly, and his breaths are measured as he opens the door, only to find this tomb of dusty tomes filled with the Noise.  He raises his "blade" and charges at the nearest creature...<br/>