Britz-Muahahahahahahaha!!! Trick or treat, read my fic, give some feedback to read...Well, I really screwed that up.
Disclaimer-If I did this for real it would take forever, so lets just say Animorphs and anything that goes on in this story isn't mine, including most of the name.
~~Night of the Living Copyright Infringements~~
~Chapter One~
The Visser's top scientist inhabited the body of a tall, harassed looking man named Steve Hannen, whose Yeerk had long been wishing it had followed his mothers advise in becoming an office clerk rather than the Visser's scientist, sure the dental plan was great but it wasn't worth the job stress. Long hours, little professional curtesy and a boss that'd sooner decapitate you than dock your pay.
His head jerked up when the door slid open, Visser Three's hooves clopped across the tile floor and there he stood, looming above the cowering host.
[You rang?] Visser Three asked his top scientist, [this better be good, I'm missing Pee-Wee's playhouse.]
Here went nothing, he sucked air into his lungs to quell his shaking and spoke "Yes Visser, I think I may have found a solution to our problems with the Andalite bandits." It was after-all middle of the series-ish and they were unaware of the fact they 'Andalite bandits' were human.
If Visser Three had a mouth he would have drooled at the news, [You have?] His voice cracked into a girlish note of excitement like it always did but has gone previously unmentioned, after all his top scientist would not say that so bluntly if he didn't have something pretty damn special to back it up.
Steve gulped, sweat trickled down his spine, "Yes Visser, a new programmable virus I've invented, I call it 'Essence of Halloween'." Boy that name seemed fitting in the lab but here, talking into the stern Andalite face of Visser Three's host it seemed like a really bad idea.
[Hmmm, nice name, so what does it do?] The Visser asked.
"Well, when introduced to the body of any species it attacks the system and 'Halloweenizes' it." He had made air quotation marks around and mentally slapped himself for that, he had immediately realised the relation to Dr Evil.
[That's brilliant, how did this come about?]
"Well I was working late one night, thinking over some evil plots.." In Steve's memory we see him at home on the couch, red eyed and unshaven with an empty bottle in hand, lightening flashed outside, illuminating the room with blue white light "Suddenly it hit me." He visibly jerked and dropped the bottle.
"I consulted my database for information on the supernatural, specifically, the art of raising the dead!" Steve sat at his desk, banging the side of his computer 'Fucking load damnit! I got to get broadband' finally acclaimed web page 'houseofhorrors.com' comes up on screen.
"I gathered up the proper material.." Steve shoved open the door of his local video shop with rain pouring down outside, he looked soaked, drunk and bedraggled, he stumbled into the horror section and began loading up on movies under the confused gaze of the clerk.
"I got back and put them into processing.." Hair mattered down with rain, clothes sticking to his skin Steve grabbed his microwave and begun shoving tapes into it, all to do with raising of the dead, Evil Dead 1, 2 and 3, The Night of the Living Dead trilogy, Pet Sematary, Zombie, Dead Alive, Weekend at Bernie's, then finally he slammed the door, lightening tore apart the sky outside as he pressed the start button and begun to laugh, and laugh, and laugh...
The microwave hummed to life, inside the tapes melted and mixed, turning into a black and evil looking muck, bubbling and boiling, finally it beeped, long and low and he opened the door, a madman's grin frozen on his face, smoke belched from the machine and Steve coughed and spluttered till it cleared and he peered inside carefully, then again he laughed again.
Lightening flashed outside again; throwing the sky into insane stark relief as Steve threw back his had and brayed.
"It's alive! Aliiiive!"
The Visser looked shocked [Wow, you really created this stuff by putting a bunch of video tapes in your microwave?]
"Actually no." Steve admitted, "All I did was break my microwave and fill my apartment with this god awful smell that still won't go away, the next day however I came in and got cracking, eight months later and bada bing" With a flourish he pulled a vial of yellow liquid out of his pocket and held it to the light.
[Pretty, so what will it do when put into action?]
"Well Visser the mutagen is a constantly shifting one making predictions for all subjects, most it will kill and then reanimate as zombies but some it will attack the DNA and turn the infected into unpredictable mutants, it's almost as if the virus was some kind of obtuse but convenient plot device" He laughed nervously, "Heheh, almost."
[Sweeet, just how I apparently like my evil plots, unique, initiative taking, overzealous and with a blatant disregard for chaos theory. What's the call on how to administer the virus?]
"It has to be done through the blood so were going to raise up some zombies with some weird space radiation and give them the virus, the zombies will go after the Andalite bandits, attacking anything that gets in their way." Steve told him.
How will the zombies find them?
"The virus has a bonus side effect," Steve replied, "Or is that affect, never mind, fact is the zombies will be able to track down the morphing signatures of the Andalite bandits, like your ex-pet 'Veleek' only they won't even need the bandits to morph to detect the energy."
Visser Three drummed his many fingers against each other in a Mr Burns fashion, excellent, let the Halloween festivities begin. . . .We are doing this on Halloween right?
"I wouldn't have it any other way Visser."
Then make it so.
"Ummm, okay."
~Chapter Two~
Jake was just putting the finishing touches on his Halloween costume when the phone rang, he did what most people did when they heard the phone ring and that was he picked it up, "Hello?"
"Hello Jakey," said a deep, weird and oddly metallic voice, "Do you like scary movies?"
"No, not really." Jake replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry to have bothered you then." and the person on the other end hung up.
"Well that was weird," Jake muttered to himself and he hung up the phone. Then there was a knocking at his front door, "Ooh! That must be the guys; he walked down the hall towards the front door and was struck with a terrifying thought.
"You know if this was a movie there would probably be a killer at the door," he said as the thought occurred to him.
Jake felt a shiver go up his spine, what if it was killer at the door? Maybe another in the house! Wasn't that the way it worked in 'Scream'? One distracted the person by being at the door and the other guy came up and killed the girl with the big breasts and tight top? Jake thought so but he was distracted, mostly by the girl with the big breasts and the tight top.
The person at the door knocked again, Jake felt he would have to get out of here NOW if he was to live, he steeled himself up for a fight, he'd fought much worse after all, right? He grabbed a convenient baseball bat from the hall cupboard and opened the door.
THERE LOOMED A FIGURE IN THE KILLER ATTIRE NORMALLY ATTRIBUTED TO THE SCREAM MOVIES!!!!! EEP!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Jake screamed and he struck out with the bat, once, twice, three times, the 'killer' crumpled and lay still but Jake kept beating him with the bat, wild vicious strikes but Jake wanted to be sure.
"JAKE! Jake! What are you doing?!" Cassie screamed at him from the bottom of Jakes driveway, running towards him, "Stop hitting him!!"
The bat fell from Jake's hands and Jake dropped to the person in the Scream outfits side, "Aww jeez I'm sorry buddy," he poked at them but they were obviously out cold, "I think I knocked him out!" he yelled at the other Animorphs who were gathered out the front of his house.
"Don't worry about it," Marco told him, "It's just Ax."
"Oh Okay," Jake dragged Ax's unconscious human form inside and came back with his costume for the Halloween party.
"Jake buddy what the hell is that?" Marco asked him, gesturing to Jake's costume.
Jake help up the sheet he had cut two raggedy holes in, "My homemade ghost costume." He explained.
"Oh sweet Jesus." Marco muttered.
"Well sorry, I couldn't make it to an S-mart in time." Jake protested.
"Why has it got flower pictures all over it?" Tobias asked, who had morphed human for the occasion.
"I couldn't find a plain white sheet so I used this." Jake replied.
And with that the Animorphs and no (pfft) Ax started walking towards the PAR-TAY.
~Chapter Three: Marco~
Ahh, All Hallows Eve, one of the finest Eve's of the year, our little group walked through the streets towards Ben's house where the party was, younger kids scurried past us, trick or treating no doubt, in costumes with bags of candy.
Of course nowadays myself and the other Animorphs were at that precocious age where we were considered to old to trick or treat on Halloween but we still wanted to have a good time, maybe get a costume then egg something or perhaps go to a par-tay as we were now.
Jakes sad attempt at a ghost costume was the exception in our group, Cassie walked beside him dressed in a traditional-looking angel costume, she had already rolled her eyes at my witty comments and lewd suggestions.
Rachel looked as stunning as always, despite my many helpful suggestions over the last couple of weeks over what she should wear (Xena's outfit of course, or if not that then something with leather.) she had gone as a pirate, or piratess or whatever the hell you would call a female pirate, white blouse, bandanna, and a skirt with a hemline that made your heart pound. Damn fine.
There was even a green parrot stuffed-toy perched on her shoulder, I swear Tobias was eyeing that toy bird with envy, seriously strange guy that one. He shouldn't feel to sorry for himself though, judging by the mini skirt I'd put money on him getting a little role-playing later tonight if you know what I'm saying, insert me laughing like Beavis here.
Tobias wasn't in costume, unless he was going as 'Average guy' or something but hey, whatever.
Myself? Well I was Bond, James Bond, well I just think I look damn fine in a tux so if the ladies can't keep their hands off me, well hell, that's their problem, yes tonight will be a night of love if by love I meant wild crazy animal style mad-house..
"Hi Marco." I looked around wildly for the source of the voice. "Down here."
I looked down at my feet, there was a storm drain and below the grating was a smiling clown, "Umm, hey, do I know you?"
"Everyone knows Pennywise kid. Would you like a balloon?"
"Eh, why not, they helium balloons?"
"That's not the set up line."
"Oh sorry, do they float?"
"Why of course they float, everything floats down here, why if you were down here with me, you'd float too."
"Well yes I suppose I would, what an odd thing too say though." I said then thought for a moment "Hey what are you doing down there anyway?"
"Eh, I was out trick or treating with my kid in this stupid outfit and I dropped my keys down this drain." Pennywise signed "Reached down to try and get 'em and fell right in, listen you don't have a phone or something on you do you? I've been stuck down here for about an hour now and I think I'm starting to catch hypothermia."
"Well.." I looked up and noticed the others had taken up the street without me "Shit! Sorry buddy you're on your own." And I ran off.
"Thanks anyway!" I heard him cry after me.
~Chapter Four: Marco~
"Hey Simon, great to see ya! Pete, keeping it real? Hey, T'Shondra, how you doin'?" I was mingling of course, always the charmer, Jake and Cassie had gone off somewhere, Rachel and Tobias were with me, Tobias was already looking twitchy. All that time as a bird made him nervous around people. "Hey Ben! Great party man!" I yelled towards Ben's back.
Ben turned around, he held an open bottle of beer in one hand and an unlit joint in the other, very versatile guy that one. "Hey Marco, how they hanging?" He said then he turned to Rachel and Tobias, looked them up and down, although his eyes seemed fairly intent to stay on Rachel during that exercise and were continually drawn back to her exposed length of leg like a magnet.
Rachel gave Ben one seriously fatal death-stare, I mean literally staring daggers but Ben seemed unfazed, a man would have to be very strong or very drunk to stay so cool, "Damn girl! You look fine." He blurted, yeah I was betting on option number two.
"Umm, excuse me?" The nervous look in Tobias's eyes was replaced by anger, Ben turned to him and looked him over.
"Yeah, you look great too buddy, hang on, I know you from somewhere, aren't you dead or something?" Ben asked Tobias.
"Oh yeah...I am aren't I? Oh well shit happens." Tobias changed back to jittery again.
"Yeah cool." Then Ben's face dawned with realisation, "Whoa dude full on déjà vu!"
"Riiiiight." Rachel stalked off with Tobias following, Ben turned to me.
"So Marco man, how'd things end up going with that lizard chick?" He asked, referring to Toby of course, he had advised me to stick with her after all, some really really really bad advice.
"Not great," I admitted "She was a little rough with me, I ended up in a coma for several months with broken bones, a concussion, the works."
Ben stared at me, a little admiration in his eyes "Dude, you got some." then he was looking past me.
"Matt, take that cigarette outside man." He told a guy who was standing a little behind me, "You think we all want to ruin our lungs with second-hand smoke damage?" Ben lit up his joint as Matt walked off in the direction of the back door, "Some people huh?" Ben asked me and then took a puff.
"Uhh, indeed." Was my reply.
~Chapter Five: Third-person again.~
Matt Fitzgibbon pushed through the throng of drunken teens and into the comparative solitude of Ben's backyard, dragging on his smoke he paced the yard slowly into the further corners where the music from the house was muted and the light didn't reach, the stars seemed particularly bright tonight, almost as if they were enhanced by the residues of some kind of weird space radiation, almost.
He paused for a moment, leaning on the back fence, was that the unearthly moaning of a hideous creature risen up from it's grave to stalk the night and feast upon the living or just the cars on the distant highway? Matt's money was on the cars.
Suddenly there was a rustling in the bushes that adorned Ben's yard, Matt turned with eye's wide with horror, that moaning again, slowly he crept across the lawn, "Probably just a cat." He muttered to the night.
The bushes trembled and he pulled his hand away like he had touched a hot stove, he shook himself and pulled the bushes aside. A scream cut through the still night air.
"Pervert!" Yelled the angry blond with her ankles by her ears and her ass in a shrubbery.
"Hey take a hike buddy! the bedroom was taken already." Explained her enraged boyfriend.
"Sorry, sorry." Apologised Dave, "Go about your business."
But as he turned away, a rotting mockery of a person grabbed him from behind, sunk it's teeth into his neck and ripped away at the flesh, Dave's screams were cut short as blood gurgled out of his mouth.
The copulating couple barely drew breath in surprise before two more zombies broke through the fence behind them and tore into them in a similar fashion to monkeys on cupcakes, blood splattered through the pot plants.
Inside the house their short but desperate screams went unnoticed, drowned out by the mad notes of Cypress Hill, The cliché was only just beginning.
***To Be Continued***
Britz-Now I'm gonna admit something this chapter, not great, it's got some stuff I overhaulled that I like but in places it doesn't seem to know where it wants to be, it's gets better, that ain't ego, that ain't bull to get you back, that's a promise you see I wrote a good shot of this a year ago for Halloween and it didn't go anywhere so I left it but this year I came back to it, this first chapter was mostly a tough edit of the original crap, the rest though? All new. Well you didn't come here to hear my life story you came to review... You did come to review, didn't you?
Disclaimer-If I did this for real it would take forever, so lets just say Animorphs and anything that goes on in this story isn't mine, including most of the name.
~~Night of the Living Copyright Infringements~~
~Chapter One~
The Visser's top scientist inhabited the body of a tall, harassed looking man named Steve Hannen, whose Yeerk had long been wishing it had followed his mothers advise in becoming an office clerk rather than the Visser's scientist, sure the dental plan was great but it wasn't worth the job stress. Long hours, little professional curtesy and a boss that'd sooner decapitate you than dock your pay.
His head jerked up when the door slid open, Visser Three's hooves clopped across the tile floor and there he stood, looming above the cowering host.
[You rang?] Visser Three asked his top scientist, [this better be good, I'm missing Pee-Wee's playhouse.]
Here went nothing, he sucked air into his lungs to quell his shaking and spoke "Yes Visser, I think I may have found a solution to our problems with the Andalite bandits." It was after-all middle of the series-ish and they were unaware of the fact they 'Andalite bandits' were human.
If Visser Three had a mouth he would have drooled at the news, [You have?] His voice cracked into a girlish note of excitement like it always did but has gone previously unmentioned, after all his top scientist would not say that so bluntly if he didn't have something pretty damn special to back it up.
Steve gulped, sweat trickled down his spine, "Yes Visser, a new programmable virus I've invented, I call it 'Essence of Halloween'." Boy that name seemed fitting in the lab but here, talking into the stern Andalite face of Visser Three's host it seemed like a really bad idea.
[Hmmm, nice name, so what does it do?] The Visser asked.
"Well, when introduced to the body of any species it attacks the system and 'Halloweenizes' it." He had made air quotation marks around and mentally slapped himself for that, he had immediately realised the relation to Dr Evil.
[That's brilliant, how did this come about?]
"Well I was working late one night, thinking over some evil plots.." In Steve's memory we see him at home on the couch, red eyed and unshaven with an empty bottle in hand, lightening flashed outside, illuminating the room with blue white light "Suddenly it hit me." He visibly jerked and dropped the bottle.
"I consulted my database for information on the supernatural, specifically, the art of raising the dead!" Steve sat at his desk, banging the side of his computer 'Fucking load damnit! I got to get broadband' finally acclaimed web page 'houseofhorrors.com' comes up on screen.
"I gathered up the proper material.." Steve shoved open the door of his local video shop with rain pouring down outside, he looked soaked, drunk and bedraggled, he stumbled into the horror section and began loading up on movies under the confused gaze of the clerk.
"I got back and put them into processing.." Hair mattered down with rain, clothes sticking to his skin Steve grabbed his microwave and begun shoving tapes into it, all to do with raising of the dead, Evil Dead 1, 2 and 3, The Night of the Living Dead trilogy, Pet Sematary, Zombie, Dead Alive, Weekend at Bernie's, then finally he slammed the door, lightening tore apart the sky outside as he pressed the start button and begun to laugh, and laugh, and laugh...
The microwave hummed to life, inside the tapes melted and mixed, turning into a black and evil looking muck, bubbling and boiling, finally it beeped, long and low and he opened the door, a madman's grin frozen on his face, smoke belched from the machine and Steve coughed and spluttered till it cleared and he peered inside carefully, then again he laughed again.
Lightening flashed outside again; throwing the sky into insane stark relief as Steve threw back his had and brayed.
"It's alive! Aliiiive!"
The Visser looked shocked [Wow, you really created this stuff by putting a bunch of video tapes in your microwave?]
"Actually no." Steve admitted, "All I did was break my microwave and fill my apartment with this god awful smell that still won't go away, the next day however I came in and got cracking, eight months later and bada bing" With a flourish he pulled a vial of yellow liquid out of his pocket and held it to the light.
[Pretty, so what will it do when put into action?]
"Well Visser the mutagen is a constantly shifting one making predictions for all subjects, most it will kill and then reanimate as zombies but some it will attack the DNA and turn the infected into unpredictable mutants, it's almost as if the virus was some kind of obtuse but convenient plot device" He laughed nervously, "Heheh, almost."
[Sweeet, just how I apparently like my evil plots, unique, initiative taking, overzealous and with a blatant disregard for chaos theory. What's the call on how to administer the virus?]
"It has to be done through the blood so were going to raise up some zombies with some weird space radiation and give them the virus, the zombies will go after the Andalite bandits, attacking anything that gets in their way." Steve told him.
How will the zombies find them?
"The virus has a bonus side effect," Steve replied, "Or is that affect, never mind, fact is the zombies will be able to track down the morphing signatures of the Andalite bandits, like your ex-pet 'Veleek' only they won't even need the bandits to morph to detect the energy."
Visser Three drummed his many fingers against each other in a Mr Burns fashion, excellent, let the Halloween festivities begin. . . .We are doing this on Halloween right?
"I wouldn't have it any other way Visser."
Then make it so.
"Ummm, okay."
~Chapter Two~
Jake was just putting the finishing touches on his Halloween costume when the phone rang, he did what most people did when they heard the phone ring and that was he picked it up, "Hello?"
"Hello Jakey," said a deep, weird and oddly metallic voice, "Do you like scary movies?"
"No, not really." Jake replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry to have bothered you then." and the person on the other end hung up.
"Well that was weird," Jake muttered to himself and he hung up the phone. Then there was a knocking at his front door, "Ooh! That must be the guys; he walked down the hall towards the front door and was struck with a terrifying thought.
"You know if this was a movie there would probably be a killer at the door," he said as the thought occurred to him.
Jake felt a shiver go up his spine, what if it was killer at the door? Maybe another in the house! Wasn't that the way it worked in 'Scream'? One distracted the person by being at the door and the other guy came up and killed the girl with the big breasts and tight top? Jake thought so but he was distracted, mostly by the girl with the big breasts and the tight top.
The person at the door knocked again, Jake felt he would have to get out of here NOW if he was to live, he steeled himself up for a fight, he'd fought much worse after all, right? He grabbed a convenient baseball bat from the hall cupboard and opened the door.
THERE LOOMED A FIGURE IN THE KILLER ATTIRE NORMALLY ATTRIBUTED TO THE SCREAM MOVIES!!!!! EEP!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Jake screamed and he struck out with the bat, once, twice, three times, the 'killer' crumpled and lay still but Jake kept beating him with the bat, wild vicious strikes but Jake wanted to be sure.
"JAKE! Jake! What are you doing?!" Cassie screamed at him from the bottom of Jakes driveway, running towards him, "Stop hitting him!!"
The bat fell from Jake's hands and Jake dropped to the person in the Scream outfits side, "Aww jeez I'm sorry buddy," he poked at them but they were obviously out cold, "I think I knocked him out!" he yelled at the other Animorphs who were gathered out the front of his house.
"Don't worry about it," Marco told him, "It's just Ax."
"Oh Okay," Jake dragged Ax's unconscious human form inside and came back with his costume for the Halloween party.
"Jake buddy what the hell is that?" Marco asked him, gesturing to Jake's costume.
Jake help up the sheet he had cut two raggedy holes in, "My homemade ghost costume." He explained.
"Oh sweet Jesus." Marco muttered.
"Well sorry, I couldn't make it to an S-mart in time." Jake protested.
"Why has it got flower pictures all over it?" Tobias asked, who had morphed human for the occasion.
"I couldn't find a plain white sheet so I used this." Jake replied.
And with that the Animorphs and no (pfft) Ax started walking towards the PAR-TAY.
~Chapter Three: Marco~
Ahh, All Hallows Eve, one of the finest Eve's of the year, our little group walked through the streets towards Ben's house where the party was, younger kids scurried past us, trick or treating no doubt, in costumes with bags of candy.
Of course nowadays myself and the other Animorphs were at that precocious age where we were considered to old to trick or treat on Halloween but we still wanted to have a good time, maybe get a costume then egg something or perhaps go to a par-tay as we were now.
Jakes sad attempt at a ghost costume was the exception in our group, Cassie walked beside him dressed in a traditional-looking angel costume, she had already rolled her eyes at my witty comments and lewd suggestions.
Rachel looked as stunning as always, despite my many helpful suggestions over the last couple of weeks over what she should wear (Xena's outfit of course, or if not that then something with leather.) she had gone as a pirate, or piratess or whatever the hell you would call a female pirate, white blouse, bandanna, and a skirt with a hemline that made your heart pound. Damn fine.
There was even a green parrot stuffed-toy perched on her shoulder, I swear Tobias was eyeing that toy bird with envy, seriously strange guy that one. He shouldn't feel to sorry for himself though, judging by the mini skirt I'd put money on him getting a little role-playing later tonight if you know what I'm saying, insert me laughing like Beavis here.
Tobias wasn't in costume, unless he was going as 'Average guy' or something but hey, whatever.
Myself? Well I was Bond, James Bond, well I just think I look damn fine in a tux so if the ladies can't keep their hands off me, well hell, that's their problem, yes tonight will be a night of love if by love I meant wild crazy animal style mad-house..
"Hi Marco." I looked around wildly for the source of the voice. "Down here."
I looked down at my feet, there was a storm drain and below the grating was a smiling clown, "Umm, hey, do I know you?"
"Everyone knows Pennywise kid. Would you like a balloon?"
"Eh, why not, they helium balloons?"
"That's not the set up line."
"Oh sorry, do they float?"
"Why of course they float, everything floats down here, why if you were down here with me, you'd float too."
"Well yes I suppose I would, what an odd thing too say though." I said then thought for a moment "Hey what are you doing down there anyway?"
"Eh, I was out trick or treating with my kid in this stupid outfit and I dropped my keys down this drain." Pennywise signed "Reached down to try and get 'em and fell right in, listen you don't have a phone or something on you do you? I've been stuck down here for about an hour now and I think I'm starting to catch hypothermia."
"Well.." I looked up and noticed the others had taken up the street without me "Shit! Sorry buddy you're on your own." And I ran off.
"Thanks anyway!" I heard him cry after me.
~Chapter Four: Marco~
"Hey Simon, great to see ya! Pete, keeping it real? Hey, T'Shondra, how you doin'?" I was mingling of course, always the charmer, Jake and Cassie had gone off somewhere, Rachel and Tobias were with me, Tobias was already looking twitchy. All that time as a bird made him nervous around people. "Hey Ben! Great party man!" I yelled towards Ben's back.
Ben turned around, he held an open bottle of beer in one hand and an unlit joint in the other, very versatile guy that one. "Hey Marco, how they hanging?" He said then he turned to Rachel and Tobias, looked them up and down, although his eyes seemed fairly intent to stay on Rachel during that exercise and were continually drawn back to her exposed length of leg like a magnet.
Rachel gave Ben one seriously fatal death-stare, I mean literally staring daggers but Ben seemed unfazed, a man would have to be very strong or very drunk to stay so cool, "Damn girl! You look fine." He blurted, yeah I was betting on option number two.
"Umm, excuse me?" The nervous look in Tobias's eyes was replaced by anger, Ben turned to him and looked him over.
"Yeah, you look great too buddy, hang on, I know you from somewhere, aren't you dead or something?" Ben asked Tobias.
"Oh yeah...I am aren't I? Oh well shit happens." Tobias changed back to jittery again.
"Yeah cool." Then Ben's face dawned with realisation, "Whoa dude full on déjà vu!"
"Riiiiight." Rachel stalked off with Tobias following, Ben turned to me.
"So Marco man, how'd things end up going with that lizard chick?" He asked, referring to Toby of course, he had advised me to stick with her after all, some really really really bad advice.
"Not great," I admitted "She was a little rough with me, I ended up in a coma for several months with broken bones, a concussion, the works."
Ben stared at me, a little admiration in his eyes "Dude, you got some." then he was looking past me.
"Matt, take that cigarette outside man." He told a guy who was standing a little behind me, "You think we all want to ruin our lungs with second-hand smoke damage?" Ben lit up his joint as Matt walked off in the direction of the back door, "Some people huh?" Ben asked me and then took a puff.
"Uhh, indeed." Was my reply.
~Chapter Five: Third-person again.~
Matt Fitzgibbon pushed through the throng of drunken teens and into the comparative solitude of Ben's backyard, dragging on his smoke he paced the yard slowly into the further corners where the music from the house was muted and the light didn't reach, the stars seemed particularly bright tonight, almost as if they were enhanced by the residues of some kind of weird space radiation, almost.
He paused for a moment, leaning on the back fence, was that the unearthly moaning of a hideous creature risen up from it's grave to stalk the night and feast upon the living or just the cars on the distant highway? Matt's money was on the cars.
Suddenly there was a rustling in the bushes that adorned Ben's yard, Matt turned with eye's wide with horror, that moaning again, slowly he crept across the lawn, "Probably just a cat." He muttered to the night.
The bushes trembled and he pulled his hand away like he had touched a hot stove, he shook himself and pulled the bushes aside. A scream cut through the still night air.
"Pervert!" Yelled the angry blond with her ankles by her ears and her ass in a shrubbery.
"Hey take a hike buddy! the bedroom was taken already." Explained her enraged boyfriend.
"Sorry, sorry." Apologised Dave, "Go about your business."
But as he turned away, a rotting mockery of a person grabbed him from behind, sunk it's teeth into his neck and ripped away at the flesh, Dave's screams were cut short as blood gurgled out of his mouth.
The copulating couple barely drew breath in surprise before two more zombies broke through the fence behind them and tore into them in a similar fashion to monkeys on cupcakes, blood splattered through the pot plants.
Inside the house their short but desperate screams went unnoticed, drowned out by the mad notes of Cypress Hill, The cliché was only just beginning.
***To Be Continued***
Britz-Now I'm gonna admit something this chapter, not great, it's got some stuff I overhaulled that I like but in places it doesn't seem to know where it wants to be, it's gets better, that ain't ego, that ain't bull to get you back, that's a promise you see I wrote a good shot of this a year ago for Halloween and it didn't go anywhere so I left it but this year I came back to it, this first chapter was mostly a tough edit of the original crap, the rest though? All new. Well you didn't come here to hear my life story you came to review... You did come to review, didn't you?