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The Man from Hell
Chapter 2
It wasn't the first time a drunk or homeless man wandered on campus; but Cartman loved nothing more than to watch some teachers get all worked up over such situations. Last time, the school had to actually call the police when a homeless man tried to pass off as a student to get free cafeteria food. It was priceless.
As soon as Cartman reached the bottom of the stairs, he cautiously made his way towards the front entrance. Quietly, he hid just around the corner so as not to be seen by any nearby staff. Peeking around, the large teen manages to see three of said staff already making their way over to confront the strange man. Copper colored eyes fixate on the largest of the three, immediately recognizing their team's football coach.
'Schweeeet,' Cartman snickered inwardly while his eyes oscillated to view the other two accompanying the coach; the school's nurse, and one of the two janitors.
"Excuse me, sir, but you're not allowed on school grounds. Leave, before we're force to call the police!" Said the nurse with a firm and demanding voice.
The coach soon approaches from behind, gently placing a hand on the nurses' shoulder to coax her aside. With a snarky ambition, the coach sized the strange man up while rolling up his sleeves. "Let me handle this, Ms. Havershave," he mused towards the woman before sending her a lecherous wink. It was really no surprise to Cartman. Half the school already knew the coach was screwing the nurse; even though he's a married man. Stepping forward, the coach was quick to outstretch his arm and grab onto the front of the strange man's shirt. At this, both the nurse and the janitor's expressions went from bitter, to worried.
The nurse was quick to speak up, however hesitant, "Um, R-Rogers! Excessive violence is prohibited on school grounds...even if we are staff," she warned him.
'Aw balls..' pouted Cartman.
The coach ironically held the same disappointing expression on his face.
But then, the unexpected happened.
Faster than anyone had anticipated, the man turned his head, opened his jaws, and plunged rotten incisors into the coach's arm. Blood quickly spouted out, staining the school's linoleum walkway. Cartman's copper eyes widened in shock as the coach released a horrific scream that echoed through the school's corridors. Desperately, the coach pounded at the stranger's head with his massive fist, yet crazed man refused to release the athletic teacher's arm.
"Get 'em off! Get 'em off!" The coach howled with agony before collapsing onto the floor; the crazed man still clinging onto his arm like a wild animal; his head thrashing left to right, like a rabid dog.
Thinking fast, the janitor pulled back his mop and struck the crazed man across his misshapen face with all his might. The blow was enough to finally pry the crazed man off and send him sprawling across the walkway. As soon as the stranger was off, the nurse was quick to crouch beside the coach. Said man occasionally rolled around, wheezing, gagging, and violently convulsing as the nurse tried to stop the bleeding. But no matter how hard she tried, the blood refused to stop flowing. Within seconds, the coach suddenly stopped moving all together; falling limp in the nurse's arms.
"Oh my God, Rogers? Rogers!" Clenching her teeth, the nurse began shaking the immobile man. Nothing. Sniffling, she pulls her arms away, as if she had been burned. "O-oh my God! Rogers!"
Approaching the nurse from behind, the janitor carefully peeked over the nurse's shoulder. An intense disturbance could easily be read from his widen eyes. "Well shit...h-he's dead!"
"N-no! He just can't be! F-from this level of a wound..? Rogers!" she calls out again; shaking the man. She receives no answer.
Both members of the staff hadn't even noticed the other convulsing form writhing on the floor behind them; struggling to get back on its feet. It was not until said stranger was back on his feet, that the janitor turned and nearly jumped out of his shoes. "Oh shit!" he yells, nearly backing into the nurse's crouched frame.
Ms. Havershave glances over her shoulder, but quickly turns her attention back to the downed coach when she felt something grasp her wrist. She gasps when she sees his eyes open. However, she fails to notice those eyes seeming a bit more pale than normal; almost soulless and void of all natural color. Incompetently, she smiles warmly before saying, "Oh Rogers, you're okay! Thank Go-" before she could even finish her sentence, the coach pulls her down by the wrist, and plunges pearly incisors into the crevice of her neck. An agonizing scream filled the air, while deep crimson blood splattered across the linoleum floor.
In panic, the janitor had already turned away in an attempt to escape from this horrendous scene. However, before he could even get a first step in, he was suddenly grabbed from behind. Parting his mouth in silent scream, he could feel another's teeth delving into the crevice of his own neck and tearing deep into the muscle. Only then were his blood curdling screams heard.
Throughout this whole time, Cartman had been watching this traumatic and heinous spectacle take place. He wanted to run. He wanted to get the hell out of there. But for some reason, he felt glued to the spot, unable to do anything. He was completely petrified. The traumatized teen didn't even feel the strap to his heavy backpack slowly slipping off his shoulder, threatening to fall to the floor. It was not long until it did finally fall, and hit the floor with a loud 'thunk'. The sound managed to snap Cartman out of his frozen state. Unfortunately, the sound had also caught the attention of the crazed stranger, and his coach.
"Shit.." he hissed.
Faster than he could ever imagine, Cartman practically sprinted back up the stairs to the second floor of the school's building, and dashed down the hall. He could immediately feel the adrenaline rush coursing throughout his entire body; giving him the edge he needed to keep running. Never had he been so thankful for all the years of practicing and playing football. His heart pumped, his legs burned, his muscles were straining, he could feel his veins threatening to pop at any moment. But he had to keep running. Despite the exhaustion already making him lightheaded, he needed to keep running.
Finally reaching his destination, he came to an abrupt halt just outside of a classroom. Frantic, he reached for the knob and pushed the classroom door open with all his might; not caring when the door slammed harshly against the wall. The display had caused everyone within the room to jump in their seats; all heads rising up and turning towards him.
The room was silent. All that could be heard were the heaving pants of the massive teen as he tried to catch his breath. Frantically, Cartman searched the room for familiar faces. After everything he had just seen, he didn't know what to think, or if he was even in the correct classroom. Finally, Cartman releases a deep sigh of relief when his dark copper eyes meet bright, confused, emeralds staring back at him.
"Eric Cartman! You couldn't be happy with just skipping my class? Now you're bursting in here, interrupting my lessons?!" huffed his English teacher; who then shut the book he'd been supposedly reading to the class, and slammed it on the podium.
Cartman didn't seem to give a damn, however. There were worse things happening at this moment. He just didn't speculate...how much worse.
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Chapter EDIT: 03/12/2019
