Kudos to the people who reviewed last chapter :D
With the power of Fan Fiction, we fast forward to late March. Yes. That was a major jump in time but I'm sure you can handle it.
I do NOT own Monsters Inc or University T-T
Flames will be used to roast sausages
WARNING: Language.
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Crap." Gale muttered when she looked under her shoe and found another leaf stuck under it. Alexis stopped beside as she quickly removed the leaf and resumed walking, "I hate days like these."
"Rainy days? Or after it rains?" Alexis asked teasingly.
"Both!" Gale sighed. Today just wasn't a good day. The skies were grey and gloomy after a recent snow. Around them, partially melted snow and wet grass. Students probably weren't too cheery themselves. Gale pressed her books tightly against her chest as she walked down the wet pavement alongside her blue friend. But Gale wasn't doing too good herself.
Her constant paranoia of being watched continued to haunt her. She wasn't as cheery or bubbly like when she first arrived. And hasn't been getting enough sleep as of late. She was beginning to think she is starting to suffer from insomnia. Although it didn't affect her school life or social life, it was beginning to affect her personality. She caught sight of Salem, who was silently playing the violin as everyone else walked by. Apparently he didn't care too much about his grades. Yet surprisingly he was doing very well in the scare program.
A sudden feeling of hatred boiled inside her. Hatred towards him. It's because of those crimson eyes of his! Those damn red eyes! Every time she's alone it feels like those eyes are watching her. She was surprised that she hasn't gone crazy from it all.
"Gale?" Alexis asked softly.
"Mm?" Gale replied.
"Are you alright? Your not...you."
"I'm fine." Gale rubbed her face, "I need to sit down for a bit."
"Take your time." Alexis said.
The two found a bench and immediately took a seat in it. Not really caring if it's wet or not. Placing her books on her lap she buried her face in her hands. Alexis was doing what she could by rubbing her back and being by her side.
...
"Depression?" Sage repeated.
Alexis nodded. "This is becoming too much for her. I'm beginning to think she's starting to suffer from Depression." the blue bug said worriedly.
Sage sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was fully aware of Gale's change in personality. She's only a freshman. But she must've gotten use to school life by now. His hand suddenly clenched into a fist when a name came into mind. "Do you know where she is now?" he asked.
"At the park, I think." she replied.
"Thanks."
"No prob. I'm just worried for her. You know?" Alexis said sadly, her antennas drooping.
Sage placed his hand on her shoulder. "She's lucky to have such a caring friend like you. You won't have to worry from now on. I'll take care of it." he said assuringly.
"Thanks Sage."
...
It didn't take long to find Gale. He found her sitting at the edge of a river bed hugging her legs against her chest while gazing down at her reflection in the water.
"Hey sis... "
Gale looked up and a small smile appeared on her lips. "Hey..." she said softly. Sage sat crossed legged beside her. The two sat silently side by side together. Looking at their own reflections in the grey water. "Why did you come here?" Gale asked quietly.
"I was looking for you." Sage replied, "Alexis came to me earlier and told me about her concerns for you."
"Oh..."
"And there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about." Sage added quietly.
Gale looked over at her brother, "What is it?"
"I don't think Salem is who he says he is. I mean, haven't you noticed that his family never came to visit him?"
"I'm listening."
Sage continued, "And he doesn't look like most of the reptiles we've seen. Reptile monsters like, dad, don't have fangs or spiked tails. And his eyes... They look a LOT like Marcus."
Gale's eyes widened. "What are you saying, Sage?" she asked, hoping it wouldn't be what she was thinking it was.
"Gale... I think Salem is Marcus's son."
Gale shot up, "Woah, woah, woah. WOAH. Stop right there. His son? Like, his child?"
"Well, duh! His son! Remember when dad and the others were held hostage at the M.I. building twelve years back?"
Gale stiffened. How could she have forgotten? She was there during the rescue. She silently sat back down, now sitting crossed legged. "But wasn't Marcus pregnant during that time?" she asked, remembering something on the news saying that Marcus was pregnant.
"Correct." Sage replied.
"But... Wouldn't Salem be twelve years old right now?"
"That could be his sibling." Sage replied, "And in case you haven't noticed, he looks a LOT like Marcus and dad. Plus he has four fronds. What other monster do we know that has four fronds?"
"I get what your saying," Gale said, "but even IF Salem is Marcus's son; then who's the daddy?"
"Well think. He has fangs. He has a spiked tail. His scales are a dark purple. Didn't we see that on a different monster when dad showed us his yearbook?"
Gale's eyes suddenly widened in a shocking realisation. "But mom and dad told he's dead. Remember? The asylum he was in burned to the ground. No one could've survived that!"
"Yes. But who do you think started the fire? Marcus had intentions on burning down the factory with everyone in it. Plus his body was never found after his first capture. Plus he used a disguise to get into M.I. It's possible he could've done the same at the asylum. He could've freed him, somehow, and the two escaped together before setting the building on fire."
Gale dug her nails into her tail and she bit her lip. Sage was right. It's possible that Salem James could actually be Salem Worthington the fourth. But there wasn't any proof that could support Sage's claim. But still, she's seen those crimson eyes of his up close. They were just too cold for anyone to do.
"So what do you think we should do?" she asked.
"I'm still not sure to be honest. But for now, it's best if we try to ignore him." Sage replied.
Gale nodded. She felt a little bit at ease. But now she was worried for the safety of her friends, family, and herself. If Salem truly is Johnny's son, then they better be careful when around him. But now she didn't feel so frightened of his eyes anymore.
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Dennis was rather disappointed with himself. Every year he tells himself that he wouldn't sneak out and break into the freezer and steal some ice cream. But he dose it anyway! What started out as a habit had turned into a routine for him. When it wasn't raining or snowing he would leave his room in the middle of the night and head over to the cafeteria.
He damned his craving for ice cream. Especially vanilla. And don't think he like having to eat in the freezer. But he didn't want to be seen. Then he would have to go through the pain of cleaning up and making sure he doesn't leave any trace of his presence behind. But he didn't mind walking back to the dorms. It helped burn off the calories he gained from the ice cream. But this night was different, however.
Right now he was hiding behind one of the pillars of a building. Why you ask? Because he spotted someone nearby. Near the Dean's office building. He squinted his eyes to get a better look. It appeared to be a...child. A little red lizard wearing black gloves. He was tempting to approach the young child and ask why they were out so late. But upon seeing the gloves, he didn't. Instead, he slowly started to back away.
"OW! DAMN IT!" he suddenly yelled. He accidentally stepped on a twig and it poked his foot.
The child's fronds rose up in alarm and they spun their head over their shoulder. Dennis froze. He was spotted. His heart started to race when the child removed their gloves and turned invisible. And then... Silence. Dennis looked around frantically for a hint of that child. But didn't see anything. And then he heard the little pitter patter of scampering feet running in his direction.
He bolted out of their like a bat out of hell. But he could hear the child's unseen footsteps as well. He picked up the paste, they picked up the paste. He turned, they turned. Dennis was attempting to try and lose them somewhere on campus before alerting the others. So far he was failing. The pitter of children was suppose to be a happy thing. Why must children be scary, too? Because he was scared as hell right now! And possibly close to wetting himself.
Finally, he took a risk and stopped. The footsteps stopped as well. Panting, he frantically looked around for any signs of the child. Nothing. Not even a trail of footprints. It was just him.
Alone.
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You can probably guess who's been starting the fires now ;) And no, I won't be fast forwarding through time after this. And I have question for you guys. Who do you think would be a good pairing: Sage/Salem? Or Gale/Salem?
Please R&R and have a nice day/night ^-^
