Rise To Stardom

Chapter 122: That Sort Of A Man

Chapter 122: That Sort Of A Man

After sorting out the details regarding the trailer at the marketing meeting yesterday, the crew was back on set again today to film the next few scenes for the second episode.

Having already taken the shot of the scenes just immediately after the shrill scream from the hallways, one where The Curator, along with Jasmine had bolted out of the office to find the cause, they had stumbled across a strange phenomenon.

Strange for Kiera at least…

Weirdly enough, everyone else in the school seemed to have not noticed or even heard the scream despite how loud it was, especially since it was even getting continuous.

Simply put, all of them had been going about their mundane activities without even batting an eye to the frankly disturbing and terrifying screams.

Yet, for The Curator, there was an unfazed gaze in his eyes as he ran towards the source of the scream whilst telling Kiera that he would explain the cause for it later.

However, just before he had run out of his office, he had retrieved something necessary from his drawer.

As for Kiera, the panic in her eyes was evident as she perfectly knew, whom exactly that voice belonged to.

Her closest friend, Beatrice.

Tracing the source of scream, not minding as everyone around them watched in confusion as they ran through the hallways, both soon arrived at the auditorium.

The same auditorium where Beatrice had previously told Jasmine that there had been howlings at night.

But even then, Kiera couldn't see anything wrong with the auditorium as some students who sparsely littered the chairs, gazed at them in mild interest, especially since Jasmine was panting heavily.

Not that The Curator minded. He simply slipped on his Construct Gloves which he had retrieved from his drawer without a moment wasted.

Basically his handy little gadget, one that was capable of reconstructing and creating certain things provided it was within a certain time limit, the gloves were also capable of deconstructing stuff.

And that, exactly was why, casually extending his hands towards the air before him, reality shattered like a glass before The Curator to reveal a massive arena, one where a certain alien race, was chanting loudly as a certain 'fight', was holding in the middle of said arena.