Chapter Three - Panic

"He's coming!" Plas screamed as he rushed through the streets. His left leg stretched for miles behind him, and he had to use his three other limbs to propel himself forwards. Finally his left leg would stretch no more and he had to stretch the rest of his body from the waist up. Now he could only use his arms to move forwards. There was panic on the streets and people kept getting in his way. He had to dodge around them, leaving them entangled in his body behind him.

People rushed up to him, asking him for information, but he just didn't have the time.

"How do I escape." asked a short guy with a long nose and glasses. "There's got to be a way. There's always a way."

"You can't." Plas said mournfully. "Not this time."

"But Joe and Ed. They said they could escape. They said they were going back to the future." said the small guy, pulling his hair out.

"I'm sorry. It's all over. He's coming." Plas said, and then moved on. He had to reach the Society. The alien, the amazon, the bat - he dreamed of fighting alongside them in a team but doubted that day would ever come. But still, he could warn them. Maybe they could do something. Maybe.

"He's coming!" he kept shouting until his voice was hoarse. He was stretched as far as he'd ever been stretched, further even, but he had to keep going.

Finally, after what seemed like a long eternity, he reached the Society headquarters.

He knocked on the door with his nose (his hands were dug deep into the ground to prevent him recoiling backwards).

As the door was opened, he kept screaming "He's coming! HE'S COMING! He's going to mess it all up. The Anti-Janitor is coming. He's ..."

And at that moment the upper part of his body came flying through the door.

He'd finally snapped.