Werewolves and Aliens

Chapter 8: Friday Night Murderers

"We can get them back Zeke. We can get them all back!" Casey always the fucking optimist.

"She just destroyed most of my supply." Zeke's voice hinted at the sound of desperation. I felt a hand petting my head. I don't need to look to know who it was.

"If we kill the Queen we can get them all back!" Casey said vehemently and I believed him. I shifted back into my human form. The pain this time had me shivering. It felt like I was being pierced by a thousand needles. The hand on my head shifted to my shoulder.

"Shit…" I muttered as I felt my body begin to convulse. I was pulled into a tight embrace.

"It hurts you doesn't it?" Zeke asked as he held me. I nodded trying to force my body to listen to me. When it had passed he let me go. Marybeth walked up, giggling like an idiot. "Fuck!" his voice filled with frustration. I nodded in agreement, and followed him while eyeing the new girl. I thought she was allergic?

We didn't have much Skat left. When we got back into the car I was able to sit in the back with the others. The pain throbbed through me, but I didn't have the time to deal with it. I needed to focus.

"How much do we have left?" Zeke asked as he drove. I looked to Casey who was holding our last supply of Scat.

"Not much…" Stan muttered.

"Well we only need enough to get the queen. We get her, we get them all right?"

"I think so…" Stokely answered quietly.

"Well, where are we gunna find her?" she piped in.

"Friday night? There's only one place she could be." Stan said smugly. Zeke drove faster.

We dropped Stan and Stokely off by the field. They were going to look for the queen while we found a safe place to stop. We all get out of the car and go over to the gym. It would definitely be empty, and we could see the field from the door windows.

"Livvy…" Marybeth started. I was sitting on the floor while they were on the stands in the gym.

"Ya?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Why do you shift when it clearly has bad side effects?" really? We're in the middle of the fight for humanity, and she wants to know about my fucking shifting problems?

"You wouldn't understand unless you were me." I mutter. Hell I didn't even understand why I kept shifting today.

"It's one of the reasons why you stick up for me right?" Casey asked from farther up the stands.

"Does it really fucking matter why I do what I do? I mean seriously…we're fighting for our world, and you guys care about the fact that I allow myself to go through excruciating pain to turn into a wolf? Like seriously?" I let out a harsh sigh, hanging my head. "Sorry…I get bitchy when I'm frustrated."

"No one's blaming you…" we didn't really talk after that.

"Where are you guys?" we heard Stan's voice.

"We found Drake, she's at the game." Stokely informed as we all met up at the bottom of the stands.

"What are you kids doing in here?" we turn to see Principle Drake standing in the door way to the gym. "The gym is closed. You will all have to come with me." she states walking toward our group.

"We can't do that Ms. Drake." Casey states holding our last Scat supply in his hands.

"And why not?" she asks before Stan and Zeke knock her down and wrap the volley ball net around her body.

"Get off! You're all expelled!" she yells trying to get out.

"Drop the act. No one's buying it." Casey says while readying a pen, Marybeth was helping him.

"You're all in a lot of trouble!" she kept struggling to get untangles. She seemingly notices the gun Stan is carrying and her eyes open wide. "What are you doing?"

"You ready?" Stan asked pointing the gun at her.

"Yep." Casey moved closer to our Principle and held out the pen filled with Skat. "Sniff this." under normal circumstances I would of found that statement hilarious.

"No!" she yells with fearful eyes.

"Sniff it or he shoots you!" Casey yelled.

"I will not!" her voice is quivering from fear. Fuck, don't buy it. I'm on red alert here.

"Now what?" Stan asks stupidly.

"We'll do it the hard way." he held Ms. Drake's chin and readied to stab the pen into her eye. "when we plunged it into the science teacher's eye the reaction was instantaneous."

"Ya! You stick her and I'll shoot her before the shit get's all over the place." Wouldn't that just make it go everywhere?

"Casey, are you on drugs!?" She says sounding completely freaked out. I can sense the hesitation within Casey. He let's go of her chin.

"What's wrong?" Stokely asks from beside me.

"Are we sure?" Fuck Casey!

"My brain's going crazy over here it's her!" I yell frustrated.

"No, Don't Casey!" she renews her struggles and is just about to get free when the shot rings out. We all look to Zeke who has the gun in his hand. He looks to the fallen body emotionlessly. He hit her so precisely…

"What if we were wrong?" Marybeth asks moving towards the body. Casey walks up as well. I can smell the thick stench of blood.

"I think we made a mistake guys, she's dea-" Ms. Drake flies into a standing position. Freaky little bugs crawl out of the whole in her head and her eye's are fluttering like a maniac. We scream, and Marybeth pours the container of Skat on her.

"Fucking idiot!" I yell. Ms. Drake starts convulsing and making that same screeching noise, she falls to the ground.

"Whoa, easy there!" Zeke grabs Marybeth's wrist when she pours the rest of the container on the already dead alien. I stare pointedly at Marybeth. She's an idiot. That's just it, she's a fucking idiot.

"Is that it? Well let's see if it worked." they all begin to migrate towards the doors. I look at the dead decaying body of Ms. Drake then glanced at Zeke. He pretends to shoot her again and looks up meeting my gaze.

"She was a bitch anyways." I shrug like I couldn't see the surprise in his eyes. We go over to the doors, that are now barred with chairs. It's raining heavily outside and people are leaving the stands. The game was over. Did it even work? Was Ms. Drake the queen? Considering the fact that I still itched to run away, I'd say no.

"Better have worked…or there's going to be a hulluva lot of infected people going home."

"We're right at ground zero." I leaned heavily against the fire extinguisher.

"Hey guys, stay here I'm gunna go check it out. I'm gunna need some Skat." He looks to Zeke. We only have two pens left.

"Use it wisely man." he advises handing Stan a pen.

"What if it wasn't Drake?" Casey asked looking at all of us.

"Then we're fucked." Oh that we are… Stan get's ready to leave but before he could Stokely pulls him into a rather passionate kiss.

"Just never wanted to not do that." she say's in a raspy voice. Stan nods slightly dazed and runs out into the night. I have my hand clapped over my mouth to hide my laughter, Casey and Zeke are doing the same. "What are you looking at?" she asks in her normal fuck you tone. We all shake our heads.

"Jesus I wish I never came here, I don't even like it here." Marybeth whispered as her and Stokely looked out the window.

"No one likes you here either…" I mutter under my breath, earning an apprehensive look from Casey before he went out to look out the windows with the others. I looked at Ms. Drakes body again. If she wasn't the queen…there was no way she was coming back to life.

"You okay?" I glance at Zeke who's walking over.

"Yaa…just once this is over…I think I'm stocking up on caffeine pills." I chuckle despite myself. He smiles shaking his head. "Hey Zeke can I ask you something?" I said looking at him.

"Sure." I pursed my lips before glancing where the others were.

"Why do you like the good girls?" I looked back over at him and saw him giving me a blank stare. "Never mind…stupid question." I mumble turning away. Why did I ask that anyways? A hand grasped mine and pulled me around.

"What, are you jealous?" he asked with a smirk. I scowled up at him when he pulled me closer.

"Why would I be jealous?" I retorted. He chuckled and bent down, our lips almost touching.

"Because you like me." he whispered in that low seductive voice of his. I looked at everything but him, which was really hard since he was right in my face. He leaned in to kiss me when a loud bang came from the doors.