I'm a bit fried today, but I also really want to write tonight. So, please forgive any problems you find and whatnot...Anyways, thanks for being patient.

The figure in the dark looked at their...guest. She was a curious thing. The red-headed girl had been an easy grab, left alone in the infirmary by her friends. Now, that group of campers was dangerous. Obviously, they were hiding something about themselves. Of the other victims, they had managed to survive. However, that was not in the forefront of the mind of the killer.

This girl, Megan, as she was known, was different. And not in the different-in-a-special-artisitc way. Different in a genetic way.

Megan was not normal. She was not flesh-colored. Not completely.

She was turning green, starting from her hand and heading up her arm, stopping just below her shoulder.

Now that was an interesting trait. She seemed to be having some kind of horrible allergic reaction to a bee sting, so the killer had given her a small injection of antihistamines to try and counteract it, but with little effect. Megan would just have to be watched. This week was undoubtedly about to get much more interesting.

The killer left to watch the teenagers find their latest victim.

M'gann was trapped in her mind as her body began to fade. She tried once more to regain control, but each time she tried, a wall of pain pushed her back.

Something was horribly wrong. For some reason, her Martian immune system was failing her. A single bee sting had somehow managed to completely mess up her system. With each passing hour, the reaction spread and got closer and closer to her heart even as what remained of her immune system fought it.
She had maybe a few days, three or four at the most, if she continued receiving antihistamines.

Once the poisonous blood reached her heart, however, things would go downhill. With momentum.

Connor sat sullenly at the breakfast table. Kaldur sat across from him, but he could still feel the murderous rage flowing off the dark-haired boy. Apparently, so could the other boys. They had been avoiding Connor all morning, and for good reason. The rest of the team was worried that Connor would explode at any minute. In fact, the whole camp seemed subdued and quiet. It had started raining again, cold and heavy rain that turned the paths into mud and chilled you to the bones. A heavy pall had fallen over the camp as people slowly came to their senses about their predicament.

Suddenly, someone ran in from outside. It was a counselor by their t-shirt. Strangely, Wally thought for a moment of the scene where Proffessor Quirrel runs in and screams "Troll! Troll in the dungeon!" What they actually did scream was much worse.

"The Mosquito Cabin!" She wailed. "They're all dead!"

"Well this morning just keeps getting better and better." Wally muttered.

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