Chapter 4
They pulled up at the high school, and let Stokes and Stan out. Zeke drove into the parking lot, stopped, and they got out, running into the school. Making sure no one was around to see them, they snuck inside, sitting around the gym. Mary Beth, Casey, and Zeke went to bleachers, MB and Casey sitting down, while Rayne dropped against the wall, slid down, and sat on the floor, her head against her knees, thinking. Zeke jogged down, and looked at her.
"You alright?" he asked. She waved him off with a nod. "You sure?" he asked, dropping down beside her.
"I'm fine, leave me alone."
"Then why are you clutching the back of your head?"
"Have you actually ever mixed running, laughing, nervousness, and scat? It can give quite a headache.and right now, my head is pounding like a mother fucker.it'll go away in a few minutes.Really, I'm fine." He started to get up.
"Zeke?" she asked.
"What?" She stopped.
"Nevermind." He nodded, and jogged into the bleachers.
Stokes and Stan walked in, and Rayne started standing up.
"Where were you guys?"
"We found Drake, she's at the game." Stokes said.
"What're you kids doing in here? The gym is closed." Drake said, walking in. "All of you, come with me."
"We can't do that, Ms. Drake." Casey said. Rayne motioned Stan over. He walked over, and she handed him the volleyball net.
"Oh, really? And why is that?" she asked. Stan jumped on her, and Zeke helped tie her up in the net.
"Quick, Zeke, Rayne, get the doors!" Stan exclaimed. The two ran off, grabbing folding chairs, and jamming them into the doors, keeping them closed. They went, doing it to all the doors. When they walked back in, Stan was trying to get Casey to stab Drake. Zeke ran over, took the gun, and shot her, knocking her to the ground.
"What if she's alive?" MB asked.
"Stab her to find out," Stokes said, nudging Casey. He walked over, and saw the pool of blood circling her head.
"Guys, I think we made a mistake.I think she's really dead." he said, turning back to face the others. Drake stood up. They leapt back. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and worm-like creatures started crawling from the hole in her head. MB stepped up and threw the scat on her.
They walked into the hall, to see if it worked. Stan looked out the window, and nodded to Casey.
"I'll need some scat," he said. Zeke handed him a pen. Stan started out the door, but Stokes pulled him back, kissing him. When they pulled apart, she smiled.
"I just don't wanna never have done that," she said. He pushed out the door, and ran through the rain to the football field. Casey was smiling.
"What're you looking at?" Stokes asked. Zeke had his knuckles against his mouth, trying not to laugh.
Rayne stood at the door on the end, watching the field, her head against the glass.
"Any sign of him?" Casey asked, walking from the gym.
"I can't tell. You can barely see anything," Stokes said, shrugging. Suddenly, Stan popped up outta nowhere, like he just appeared beneath the door and stood up. Stokes, Casey, Zeke, and MB jumped back, but Rayne walked over, standing beside Zeke. He held the gun tightly in his fingers.
"Please, Stokely, open the door." She grabbed the chair.
"No, Stokely, we don't know if it's him." Casey said.
"It's me. Listen, it wasn't Drake, it's the coach, and he's right after me.Open the door."
"Don't do it, Stokes. Prove it, Stan, where's the drug?" Zeke asked.
"I lost, okay, the coach was too fast for me! Please, Stokely, don't leave me out here," he said, looking at her. Zeke held up the pen.
"Last one, man." Casey took it and slid it under the door.
"There, try it." Stan bent down and picked it up.
"Okay, I'll do it, just.lemme do it inside!" he exclaimed. Zeke stepped up with the gun.
"No, you do it right now, man." Stan unscrewed the top, and pushed one side of his nose closed. He looked at them. Rayne took a step closer. Stan placed the pen up to his nose and breathed.but Rayne noticed something. The scat wasn't moving. Stan lifted his eyes, an evil look residing there, and lifted his head, turning the pen upside down, dumping the contents. Zeke stood wide-eyed. Rayne didn't do anything.
"Fuck!" Zeke cried. She looked at him, then turned back to see Stan. He dropped the casing.
"Open the door. It is so much better here. There's no fear, no pain.It's beautiful. And you will be beautiful. You'll be beautiful. No problems or worries. We want you. I want you. I want you. Now open the freakin' door!" he said, slamming his forehead into the window.
"Go away Stan!" Casey called. He took Stokes by the shoulders and pulled her from the window. Zeke pointed the gun as Stan slammed his hands against the door. "It's too late, Stokely, we've already won!"
"No pain, Stan? Why don't you come in here and I'll show you some freakin' pain!" he cried, slamming the gun against the window. Rayne stopped, looking at him. She hoped he was alright. Stan turned and jogged back off to the field. They turned and went back into the gym, Zeke behind them all.
Casey paced the floor. Mary Beth and Stokely sat near each other on his left, while Rayne sat beside Zeke on his right.
"I say we go for the coach. He turned Stan, he's the one." He sat down. "Would you rather wait for them to come to us?" he asked.
"Either way, we're completely unarmed," MB stated.
"Maybe not," Zeke said. "I may have some more scat."
"Where?"
"In my trunk," he said, looking over at them.
"In your trunk. In your car. Amongst the aliens, oh, that's convenient." Zeke held up his keys.
"You have a better idea?"
Zeke, Casey, and Rayne slipped outside, and jogged towards the bus lot. They turned around one bus.and saw the football team walking their way. They scrambled over and slid under a bus. They waited only a few seconds, and they scraped across the pavement underneath the next bus. They looked around.
"Does it really take three of us to get to your car?" Casey asked. Zeke looked over, and saw his car.
"Nope." He looked over at them. "Two of us are decoys." Rayne and Casey looked at each other.
"Here's the plan," she stated.
"Plan?"
"Short and simple, trust me. Whichever one of us gets their attention, we run in the opposite direction of Zeke. If it means leading them to the school, then locking the doors, then so be it. We lead them from Zeke, and if one of us is free, without any freaky alien followers, we've the choice to come back here, and help him out if he needs it," she said. Casey nodded, and they looked out.
"Casey, you go that way. I'll go this way. Zeke, your car. On the count of three." They all looked at each other.
"One," Zeke said.
"Two," Casey muttered. Rayne took a breath.
"Three!" She and Casey slipped out from under the bus, going in two separate directions. He got the aliens, and ran up onto the bus. She watched them go passed Casey's bus, and the turn and circle it, knowing he was there. Rayne sat beneath a different bus, avoiding alien Delilah as she boarded his bus. She watched a player slam his head through a window, and saw Casey pull himself to the top of the bus, and as he did so, she did the same: scaled up the side of the bus. He saw her, and she motioned to the building, signaling him to run that way, taking the aliens with. He did so. Rayne turned, making sure no aliens were left nearby. She jumped down, but still snaked beneath the buses, watching her back.
They pulled up at the high school, and let Stokes and Stan out. Zeke drove into the parking lot, stopped, and they got out, running into the school. Making sure no one was around to see them, they snuck inside, sitting around the gym. Mary Beth, Casey, and Zeke went to bleachers, MB and Casey sitting down, while Rayne dropped against the wall, slid down, and sat on the floor, her head against her knees, thinking. Zeke jogged down, and looked at her.
"You alright?" he asked. She waved him off with a nod. "You sure?" he asked, dropping down beside her.
"I'm fine, leave me alone."
"Then why are you clutching the back of your head?"
"Have you actually ever mixed running, laughing, nervousness, and scat? It can give quite a headache.and right now, my head is pounding like a mother fucker.it'll go away in a few minutes.Really, I'm fine." He started to get up.
"Zeke?" she asked.
"What?" She stopped.
"Nevermind." He nodded, and jogged into the bleachers.
Stokes and Stan walked in, and Rayne started standing up.
"Where were you guys?"
"We found Drake, she's at the game." Stokes said.
"What're you kids doing in here? The gym is closed." Drake said, walking in. "All of you, come with me."
"We can't do that, Ms. Drake." Casey said. Rayne motioned Stan over. He walked over, and she handed him the volleyball net.
"Oh, really? And why is that?" she asked. Stan jumped on her, and Zeke helped tie her up in the net.
"Quick, Zeke, Rayne, get the doors!" Stan exclaimed. The two ran off, grabbing folding chairs, and jamming them into the doors, keeping them closed. They went, doing it to all the doors. When they walked back in, Stan was trying to get Casey to stab Drake. Zeke ran over, took the gun, and shot her, knocking her to the ground.
"What if she's alive?" MB asked.
"Stab her to find out," Stokes said, nudging Casey. He walked over, and saw the pool of blood circling her head.
"Guys, I think we made a mistake.I think she's really dead." he said, turning back to face the others. Drake stood up. They leapt back. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and worm-like creatures started crawling from the hole in her head. MB stepped up and threw the scat on her.
They walked into the hall, to see if it worked. Stan looked out the window, and nodded to Casey.
"I'll need some scat," he said. Zeke handed him a pen. Stan started out the door, but Stokes pulled him back, kissing him. When they pulled apart, she smiled.
"I just don't wanna never have done that," she said. He pushed out the door, and ran through the rain to the football field. Casey was smiling.
"What're you looking at?" Stokes asked. Zeke had his knuckles against his mouth, trying not to laugh.
Rayne stood at the door on the end, watching the field, her head against the glass.
"Any sign of him?" Casey asked, walking from the gym.
"I can't tell. You can barely see anything," Stokes said, shrugging. Suddenly, Stan popped up outta nowhere, like he just appeared beneath the door and stood up. Stokes, Casey, Zeke, and MB jumped back, but Rayne walked over, standing beside Zeke. He held the gun tightly in his fingers.
"Please, Stokely, open the door." She grabbed the chair.
"No, Stokely, we don't know if it's him." Casey said.
"It's me. Listen, it wasn't Drake, it's the coach, and he's right after me.Open the door."
"Don't do it, Stokes. Prove it, Stan, where's the drug?" Zeke asked.
"I lost, okay, the coach was too fast for me! Please, Stokely, don't leave me out here," he said, looking at her. Zeke held up the pen.
"Last one, man." Casey took it and slid it under the door.
"There, try it." Stan bent down and picked it up.
"Okay, I'll do it, just.lemme do it inside!" he exclaimed. Zeke stepped up with the gun.
"No, you do it right now, man." Stan unscrewed the top, and pushed one side of his nose closed. He looked at them. Rayne took a step closer. Stan placed the pen up to his nose and breathed.but Rayne noticed something. The scat wasn't moving. Stan lifted his eyes, an evil look residing there, and lifted his head, turning the pen upside down, dumping the contents. Zeke stood wide-eyed. Rayne didn't do anything.
"Fuck!" Zeke cried. She looked at him, then turned back to see Stan. He dropped the casing.
"Open the door. It is so much better here. There's no fear, no pain.It's beautiful. And you will be beautiful. You'll be beautiful. No problems or worries. We want you. I want you. I want you. Now open the freakin' door!" he said, slamming his forehead into the window.
"Go away Stan!" Casey called. He took Stokes by the shoulders and pulled her from the window. Zeke pointed the gun as Stan slammed his hands against the door. "It's too late, Stokely, we've already won!"
"No pain, Stan? Why don't you come in here and I'll show you some freakin' pain!" he cried, slamming the gun against the window. Rayne stopped, looking at him. She hoped he was alright. Stan turned and jogged back off to the field. They turned and went back into the gym, Zeke behind them all.
Casey paced the floor. Mary Beth and Stokely sat near each other on his left, while Rayne sat beside Zeke on his right.
"I say we go for the coach. He turned Stan, he's the one." He sat down. "Would you rather wait for them to come to us?" he asked.
"Either way, we're completely unarmed," MB stated.
"Maybe not," Zeke said. "I may have some more scat."
"Where?"
"In my trunk," he said, looking over at them.
"In your trunk. In your car. Amongst the aliens, oh, that's convenient." Zeke held up his keys.
"You have a better idea?"
Zeke, Casey, and Rayne slipped outside, and jogged towards the bus lot. They turned around one bus.and saw the football team walking their way. They scrambled over and slid under a bus. They waited only a few seconds, and they scraped across the pavement underneath the next bus. They looked around.
"Does it really take three of us to get to your car?" Casey asked. Zeke looked over, and saw his car.
"Nope." He looked over at them. "Two of us are decoys." Rayne and Casey looked at each other.
"Here's the plan," she stated.
"Plan?"
"Short and simple, trust me. Whichever one of us gets their attention, we run in the opposite direction of Zeke. If it means leading them to the school, then locking the doors, then so be it. We lead them from Zeke, and if one of us is free, without any freaky alien followers, we've the choice to come back here, and help him out if he needs it," she said. Casey nodded, and they looked out.
"Casey, you go that way. I'll go this way. Zeke, your car. On the count of three." They all looked at each other.
"One," Zeke said.
"Two," Casey muttered. Rayne took a breath.
"Three!" She and Casey slipped out from under the bus, going in two separate directions. He got the aliens, and ran up onto the bus. She watched them go passed Casey's bus, and the turn and circle it, knowing he was there. Rayne sat beneath a different bus, avoiding alien Delilah as she boarded his bus. She watched a player slam his head through a window, and saw Casey pull himself to the top of the bus, and as he did so, she did the same: scaled up the side of the bus. He saw her, and she motioned to the building, signaling him to run that way, taking the aliens with. He did so. Rayne turned, making sure no aliens were left nearby. She jumped down, but still snaked beneath the buses, watching her back.