Author's Note: Alrighty then, another chapter down. Some of you might realize that this is the chapter I mistakenly posted the other week, for which I apologize again. Read, Review, Favorite and Enjoy!


Chapter 3: It Got Out and Attacked our Professor

Raven was having lunch in one of the school's dungeons, speaking frankly it wasn't unusual for her to eat down here, Mr. Hackington had the whole section of the dungeons converted into a sort of private dining hall for he and his 'chosen' where they would meet, he would suck up, and they would discuss various things. Raven stood in front of a picture cabinet with various people depicted on it at the moment, Hackington was in most of the pictures, though Raven's eyes had rested on one in particular. You'd be forgiven for thinking that Raven was looking at a picture of herself: the person in the picture was nearly identical to her, but she was a little taller and older then Raven was.

"Your mother was almost a grown woman when she first came here." Mr. Hackington stated as he walked up behind Raven in a way that was not at all stalker like. "She struggled at first, but soon it seemed more like she was teaching us more things then we taught her." That made sense, Raven knew that her mother came from a world non of the others had known of, it only made sense that she would have access to information they didn't. "Would you care to come to the dinner table now?"

The Kobold chef was a cute little thing, very much resembling a short humanoid cat, or a large one depending on how you looked at it, one who made use of a broken long sword as a kitchen utensil, which it should be noted that in spite of being snapped in two was still bigger than he was. The Table was filled with a number of different things, cabob's of seafood was lodged firmly in a section of pineapple, meats smelling of apples and exotic spices wafted through the air, bowls of steaming creamy soups and delightful smelling salads complimented tastefully mixed drinks. He looked mighty proud of himself and the fuzzy little thing stood at attention waiting for praise.

Included among Hackington's dinner guests were the captains of the Casketball team, sons and daughters of various influential monster families including Cleo and Laura, certain students who had consistently racked up high grades in their studies, and Ramona's boss in the Public Safety Commission, whom it should be noted was a long legs Arachne.

"So Cleo tell me, how is the blood business doing?" Mr. Hackington asked looking at Cleo interested.

"The original curse from the Egyptian gods that turns water into blood also acts a powerful poison." Cleo stated as she sliced off a chunk of beef. "This makes it ideal for our main clientele Vampires who are also a form of undead. However your lesson in mad science this morning has me wondering that if a version can be created that isn't toxic it can be of use to the living as well." Cleo smirked knowingly at her teacher.

"Oh that's good to know." Mr. Hackington stated squirreling away the information for his stock account. "Raven the headmistress called you into her office during class this morning are there any details you'd like to share?"

"She wished to inform me that the school will be absorbing the student body's of Bellfry Prep and Crescent Moon High and requested that I come up with a way of keeping the school from self destructing." Everyone just stared in shock at Raven, many cases had their mouth's bobbing up and down. Mr. Hackington went back to his desk to look for the memo from Mrs. Bloodgood that he had ignored that morning. "Now that we're on the same page I need you guys to help me come up with a way of keeping the school from self destructing."

"I'll have to get Ramona and Edward to step up their patrols, and I need to bring more people on." The Arachne stated her face indicating a bit of a hurdle ahead of her.

"Okay good, Bellfry and Crescent must have their own safety commissions see if you can integrate them with your own forces." Now that that was settled Raven looked to the others.

"How about a little competition?" One of the captain's of the school's two sports teams, a male gorgon wearing sun glasses, stated with a smirk. "Way I see it they're going butt heads anyway, so we let them, or we clean up after the messes they're going to leave behind in their wake."

"A good plan Deuce. But will the school be able to sponsor three sports teams?" Cleo asked cocking a suspicious brow.

"It apparently has the ability to triple it's student body I don't see why not." Deuce stated shrugging his shoulders.

"Not triple, at least I hope not. Other school's are apparently getting chunk of their student body too. But we, 'the most inclusive and diverse student body of any school in the world' are getting the lion's share of both schools. We should at least be prepared for our student body to double in size." Raven stated as she rubbed her chin.

"Are we receiving anyone in particular?" Professor Hackington asked looking quite interested.

"Bloodgood hasn't given me any specifics yet." Raven stated resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Sorry you can't scout two more schools for people to exploit." Though would that be a bad thing? This was essentially a gathering of the most influential people in the school, she might as well put his talent for ruthless exploitation to good use. "But finding any people of influence among those that we're getting is a good step in the process. But there is something that a friend of mine recently told me about. How many of you are familiar with the concept of a arranged marriage?"

"A fast and dirty way of making alliances and brokering peace what about it?" Cleo asked though the way that her brow twitched indicated she didn't have a pleasant experience with the subject.

"Think more 'political dating' we get our top werewolf over there on a date with our top vampire over here." Raven stated gesturing to the Casketball captain and Laura, both of whom had turned red with embarrassment.

"Right idea wrong couple Raven Sweetie." Cleo stated as she smiled sweetly at Raven. "There's nothing that could be more of a waste of time than to preach to the enlightened. If you wanna make this mad little scheme work, you gotta play match maker between the top dogs of crescent and the big biters of Bellfry." You could hear the whiplash that the students faced.


Coveralls and a button up shirt lined with a thin layer of tar with the neck, ankles and wrists sealed with duct tape to create a air tight seal, a surgeon's mask which had been soaked in urine to act as a filter, and topped off with a set of goggles and a beret, an effective home made hazardous waste suit. Morgan had a busy day ahead of her after breakfast, she raked manure and rot over and around several trees that had been wrapped in fruit bearing vines. After gardening she made use of no less than seven cauldrons, at the same time, to brew seven separate potions all at once. Morgan chopped several large sides of beef to manageable portions and fed them to what suspiciously looked like a diverse array of dragons...

"Are you going to do that all day long?" Morgan stated deeply annoyed with the disembodied voice in her ear, much to the confusion of the creatures she was feeding. "They are well use to our talks voice! Are you going to leave me be or should I have the Banshee fetch us the tea and crumpets you so enjoy!?" The impetuous witch snapped, ignorant that by continuing to acknowledge her conversation partner she merely encourages the narrator to talk to her. "What do you want with me today? Is my hobbies so interesting to you that you see fit to 'narrate' them to your audiences?" While Morgan was snapping at the air around her a topic of far greater interest to her was on the afternoon news back in her tower. "So long as I am able to work in peace and quiet."

Morgan let out a whistle, a shadowy creature in the form of a dragon emerged from her shadow and she climbed onto it's back and flew him back to her tower. Arriving at the top floor of her tower Morgan didn't bother to disrobe herself of her hazardous waste uniform as she waved her hand over a large mirror that served as one of her walls to bring up a red skinned devil newscaster.

"In unrelated news Hell reports a escapee from Tartarus prison earlier today." A image appeared of a maddened looking emaciated man with a large scar that went down the middle of his freeze dried face that looked like it nearly chopped his head in half. Morgan turned the volume up on the mirror. "The 'Cocytus Slasher' removed the hearts of thirty two demons last year in a rather bloody rampage across the ninth and deepest circle of Hell. The Cocytus Slasher was originally believed to be a-" Morgan cut the newscaster off as she zoomed in on that overwhelmingly ugly face, though of more interest to her was the broken blade in his possession, which she remembered from when it was still in one piece. The Mirror was shattered by Morgan putting her fist through the wall, clean through the broken face of that person.

"Brooke... the next time you want to tell me something, don't beat around the bush about it!"


Professor Hood stormed out of the school seething with rage, bow on his back and fully loaded quiver at his side.

"Sparrow." The students still doing push ups outside turned to look at Professor Hood. "If anyone asks I have gone into the forest to blow off steam." Professor Hood suddenly thought of something before he changed his mind. "Scratch that. I'll be in town." Professor Hood stated as he headed into the forest muttering about reporters.

"Not gonna ask." Sparrow wisely choose to have nothing to do with his grandfather today.

Professor Hood could sense a chill in the air, winter was already on them it would seem, either that or some kind of ice creature had decided to wander into the forest last night. Good for him either way, a chance to put his students through cold weather training, or a chance to hunt something frosty.

"Hmm. No unfamiliar tracks." Professor Hood stated leaning down on the ground.

Suddenly the professor jumped off the side of the trail as a herd of animals stampeded through the trail, absolutely terrified.

"So..." Professor Hood turned in the direction of where those terrified animals had come from. "That way eh?" The Heroics professor stated as he opened a potion bottle and notched an arrow. "Sounds promising."

Professor Hood continued on his way through the forest. He eventually found the first sign of what he was looking for, several holes in the ground from where trees had been ripped out.

"A frost troll then." The Professor concluded after adding together frosty power with strong enough to rip trees out of the ground. "Well that's disappointing, can't hang a troll head on my wall."

What's worst is that he would have to interrupt his hunt to chase down this troll and inform him that there was no logging allowed in the woods. Something he found rather strange though was that he could see foot prints that led away from the holes he couldn't find any that led to them. The tracks were wrong too, Troll feet are round with stubby toes, these were longer and had large long toes. But if size was any indication of height and depth a indication of weight, as big and as strong as a troll. There was also a rim of frost around the foot prints as well, so it was the source of the unseasonably cold weather as well. It also appeared to come out of no where, so it could either fly or teleport. As Professor Hood made these deductions he continued to track the creature, only for it's tracks to disappear again.

"Great. Lost it." Professor Hood stated letting out a sigh.

It was while thinking about this, the heroics professor suddenly got gut shot by a battering ram so hard that even his far above average body got two cracked ribs and sent him flying through the air and crashing back down in the courtyard bouncing several times with loud cracks sounding all the way.

"Crud..." Wheezing that out Professor Hood fell unconscious as his students rushed over to his side.

"The Hell?" Sparrow rushed over to his grandfather's side and checked him over, still breathing but labored, inspecting him for injuries Sparrow found shattered bones and massive bruising, most of probably from internal bleeding. "Hunter, go get the army Doctors, and after that we'll need the Headmaster. Dexter, we'll probably need back up from Mrs. Yaga's class." Birds were spotted fleeing from the forest as something made a big ruckus inside of it. "The rest of us are going to stay here, and try to hold that thing back."


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