Jen makes her way through the school hallway brushing shoulders against other students. Here kitty cat earrings bobbing while she chews gum. Pink hair swept to one side of her head. She spots Rachael at her locker.
"Are you okay?" She asks. Suddenly grabbing Rachael's attention
"What?" Rachael replies with a gravely monotone.
"Your dad. Was he pissed at you?"
"I got lucky. He was passed out on the couch when I got home."
"Great. What about the other thing? Like are you feeling any different?" Jen probes her about the incident that happened at their séance yesterday.
"That thing yesterday? I don't know what happened. I didn't even remember it. I feel fine so I'm not really worried about it" Rachael doesn't make eye contact and sets books on her locker. She doesn't normally look at people but Jen can tell this is different. Rachael's hiding something. Knowing how stubborn she is, she doesn't press on.
Rachael closes the locker and slings her bag over her shoulder. They turn to head to class when they get shoved out of the way by some blond skank called 'Kitten' with her arm around the shoulder of a foot ball player. Her third one this month.
"Move it losers." Her tone could infuriate anyone. Jen won't ignore this one.
"Would you mind brushing your teeth next time? I can still smell the semen on your breath." She ads a middle finger to the equation. Kitten turns around with a sneer. Before she gets the chance to say anything a teacher steps in between the two of them. His face is all that's needed for a warning. Rachael grabs Jen's shoulder and pulls her away.
"Forget that dumb bitch." She mutters. They turn and walk off. Then Jen dangles a nice watch in front of Rachael's face.
"I will. But I wonder if she'll forget this." She smirks a cheshire grin. Rachael bats it away.
"Can you go one day without stealing something?"
"I can't help it. I have a problem." Jen pours on the drama as she feigns concern for her own wellbeing. Rachael just rolls her eyes.
Later on in class, all the students are being lectured by the history professor Mod. He keeps babbling on about WW2 and never fails to mention how America couldn't have ever won without England in his cockney accent. Rachael's eyes begin to drift off. Stopping on some of the football players in class. She traces the lines of the muscles in they're arms. Her appetite kicks and the hunger begins. She would love nothing more than to unleash the tentacles and tear the flesh from everyone's skeletons. But that would cause some serious problems in the future. Instead she fights it all the way through the period. It almost kills her.
She finds herself back in the hallway. Her stomach growls. She can feel tendrils squirming underneath her flesh. A hand on her shoulder jumps her attention back to reality.
"Are you feeling okay?" Jen asks her.
"Yeah. Just an upset stomach. I haven't eaten all day."
"Well good news is lunch is up next. Try not to pig out to hard." Jen teases her.
Rachael sits down in the lunchroom with her tray of food. A processed meat burger, some steamed vegetables with a color that looks slightly off. The only thing that looks right is the mashed potatoes. She squeezes out an ample amount of ketchup onto it and then takes a bite. Immediately she has the urge to spit it out. It tastes disgusting, way more the usual anyway. She forces herself to swallow it. She tried a bite of the broccoli, then the mashed potatoes. Same thing. All the food is just disgusting. She continues to forces the disgusting food down her throat. She barely makes a dent in it before she has to stop.
She tosses the burger onto the tray in frustration. She rests her head in her hands and starts to look around the room. Their must be someone in here she can eat. No, not without causing trouble. She'll just fight it.
The rest of the day continues. Stomach pain, wooziness, a slight feeling of nausea. She endures all of it to keep from brining to much attention. Jen gives her a ride home. She asks questions the entire time.
"You're stomach still hurt? Are you on your cycle?"
"No, I think I just ate spoiled food last night. It smelled alright but I guess it wasn't." Rachael just humors her. She knows the questions will never stop.
"It happens. My mom was out of work for a week once because some idiot didn't know how to barbecue."
They pull up to Rachael's house, she gets out and gets inside quickly. The second that door shuts she bolts to the fridge and tears open the bags of flesh she tied up the previous night. She eagerly shoves the remain of her father into her gaping maw. Pointed teeth bashing through it, yanking it from the bone. She chows down until she feels somewhat better. She takes a deep breath and sits back against the wall. Blood staining her jaw, neck, and shirt.
"I need more…" She starts to think of what to do. Then realizes she should clean up the mess on her shirt and the kitchen. She strips off her shirt and shoves it into the washing machine. She turns on the tv. The news plays In the background until a story catches her attention.
"Last night remains were found of an u identified male that police believe we're caused by a vicious animal attack." She leans in close to the TV, her heart begins to race. Maybe the cops are suspicious.
"The department has gotten in touch with animal control and advises anyone in the area to bring all their pets inside until further notice." She turns off the TV. She grabs her phone and starts flicking through her Facebook wall until something grabs her attention. Some friends tagged in a picture in the woods. That one spot all the teens go to gets some privacy and bang. It'll be perfect. Nice and secluded and likely to have someone she can rip into.
In her room she gets something to wear. Black jeans and thick boots are her norm. She throws on a black t-shirt with a bleeding heart on the front of it. She grabs a spare empty back pack and loads in a back up with supplies for later.
Down in the woods is the typical night activities of teenagers take place. Somewhere someone is holding a Bon fire, somewhere else is group getting high. Somewhere else Kitten and her latest boyfriend make out in his car. She straddles his lap and forcefully shoves her tongue into his throat. Her arms wrapped around his neck holding him close. His hands are up her shirt grouping her tits. She breaks away.
"You brought one right?"
"Always." She continue to kiss him while her hand get to work on removing her top. She unclasps her bra and pulls it away with her shirt. She kisses him again and then shoves his head onto her nipple. His bites elicit a moan. Then a window breaks. A door is ripped off of its hinges and the two are dragged out by force. Tentacles wrap around both of their waists, limbs and throats. They stare at the source. A silhouette outline of a topless Rachael with tendrils stemming from her body.
"I'm surprised, I was only hoping to find dinner, but you're a nice bonus." Her gravely monotone hits the nerves of their spines. They're about to die and she couldn't care less.
"What the fuck are you!?" Kitten screams through tears.
"You know, theirs something unbelievably satisfying about ripping someone to pieces." She rubs her hands up and down her breasts. Her fingers brushing on her erect nipples. Kitten is lifted, the tentacles tighten and she screams out as her flesh tears and bones break until she's torn into several pieces. Blood spatters onto her boy toy and Rachael. She giggles to herself a little bit. "Time for the main course."
She slams his body on the ground and jumps him. She drags her claws down his chest and shred his shirt exposing his well toned physique. She like her lips, savoring the meal to come. That's when he notices it. She has 4 eyes. Two on top of her original eyes. Her skin seems in humanly grey. Like an elephants skins. She sinks her claws into the sides of his ribs and leans down so her face is next to the side of his head. "I want to her you scream." She licks with a huge beastly tongue. It's long like the rest of the tentacles. She moves her head to his chest sniffing him the whole way. She get to a pec muscle opens wide and sinks her serrated teeth into him. He lets out a scream of agony as she tears away the muscle. He writhes and tries to fight her while she chews. He starts to get his arms up off the ground. He might able to get out of this he thinks to himself just before her tentacles twist and break his arms and legs.
"Can't have you running away. I haven't finished eating yet." She continue to slowly devour and savor her prey. Very much unlike her previous animalistic feast.
One she's finished and he is dead she retracts her tentacles and returns to her normal appearance. She strips off her boots to remove her blood soaked pants and underwear and throws them in the car. She gets a rag out and cleans any blood off of herself. Then grabs spare clothes out of her backpack and dresses herself. She gathers up all evidence. The dead bodies and parts of kitten are all loaded into the car. She pulls out some lighter fluid and squirts the car until the bottle is empty and chuck that inside too. She lights her rag on fire and tosses it into the car. The lighter fluid catches. Not explosively, but enough to get the interior of the car to catch. Using some newfound strength and some tentacles she shoves the car down a hill into the woods where it smashes into a tree and continues to burn.
She checks her phone. Jen had texted her about a half hour ago.
Jen: 'Can u get out 2nite?'
Rachael: 'dad just fell asleep'
Jen: 'Party at Wallys house. Get here.'
Rachael: 'Coming'