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The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 4 ~ Dropping Eaves
After school, Zeke lead Danielle to the garage of his home. He had not cleaned it much in a while and his test equipment was set up strategically on one desk. Over the last couple of months, he had been able to replenish his supplies, with a little help from the high school science labs. Walking over to one side of a table, he cleared off a large portion so that the two could work properly.
Danielle was quiet as she looked around and studied the room. Her face was un-telling of what she was thinking. She seemed neither nervous nor casual about the room. "Interesting set up," she finally commented.
Zeke smiled to himself, no one could understand his hobby but they were always too curious to run away. "Thanks," he answered. "It's nothing much though."
"Right," retorted Danielle somewhat sarcastically. She folded her arms over her chest and walked around the table, noticing a few boxes of over- the-counter pills, a few pens filled with a while substance, and a cage containing a small white mouse. "He's cute."
"That's Oscar. Well, Oscar the second," Zeke gave a soft but distant smile to the small mouse walking about in the cage. He walked over to Danielle casually and watched her look at the animal.
"A man of brains and an animal lover," she stated. "My kind of guy. Of course, I don't know about all the drugs around."
"Don't worry, I don't use," Zeke commented. "Just sell; of course, I never told you that."
Danielle nodded with understanding, "Of course." She then looked around the table again and saw the pens. She furrowed her eyebrows and picked one of them up. "This is what you all supposedly used to kill off the aliens last year, isn't it?" she asked with some excitement. She then caught herself and not wanting to be rude, gently placed the pen back in its holder. "I read all about it in the papers."
"Ah," Zeke breathed. "A fan."
"No, not a fan," Danielle returned. "Just a curious reader."
Zeke chuckled at her response and their eyes met. There was definitely and attraction between the two. However, Zeke's mind was to get busy to work. He did not like talking about himself and also did not like talking about this business. He walked away from his companion and returned to the desk he had set up to study with. "Here we go," he announced as he pulled his literature book from a bag and placed it on the table. "Clean and ready to work."
"You seem real interested in studying," Daniel laughed. She ran a finger along her forehead, slightly moving a strand of her hair behind her ear. She then walked over to the table and placed her book down. Sitting, she looked up to Zeke, eyeing him with curious eyes.
"Not really," Zeke replied coolly. "But the faster we get started, the faster we finish."
Danielle chuckled at the witty comment. She nodded and opened her book then, reading a few words of text. "Romeo and Juliet; I don't think I will ever get the language down."
"It isn't that bad, once you know what certain words mean," Zeke responded. "I think because our language is so different from the language Shakespeare used, we find it foreign and unobtainable. When really, all we have to do is open our eyes and hearts and look deeper into the words."
A soft smile crept on Danielle's lips and she shook her head with a chuckle. "That was beautiful. Miss Burke was right about you." Pausing, Danielle lowered her eyes slightly and her skin tinted a slight pink. Zeke smiled in return and shrugged his shoulders.
"What can I say? It's a gift."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The library was empty when Casey arrived to meet Morgance on Friday. She was already waiting for him by the window. Casey watched as she held the baby in her arms; the girl looked so natural holding the mechanical infant. As he came closer, Morgance looked up to him and smiled. "Hey," she greeted before lowering her head back to the baby.
Casey watched as Morgance was holding the small key in the baby's back. "Had she just gone off?" he asked as he took a seat beside Morgance. The girl nodded and after a few moments, she took the key out of the back and redressed the fake child. "I think Mr. Willis purposefully gave us the noisiest child in their collection."
Laughing, Casey nodded with agreement. "Well, you're a natural with her. Are you sure you don't want her over the weekend?"
"You are not getting out of your fatherly duty, Connors," Mogance snapped with a playful grin. "I had her all week; now you have to suffer."
Casey nodded and let Morgance shift the baby from her arms into his. He took the child carefully and noticed that there was a weight to it, like a real baby. 'Well, at least I'll get some use out of my arms,' he thought to himself. "Well, hello there, little lady," Casey began to coo. "Aren't you a pretty thing? Daddy's got you for a whole weekend, yep, that means surgery chocolate cereal and ice cream for breakfast!"
Morgance began to laugh at Casey but quickly covered her mouth to fight from causing anyone to notice. "You really are a geek, aren't you?" she giggled. Casey blushed and smiled despite himself. "Only a geek when it comes to taking care of my little princess!" he continued and then rocked the baby a little more before tickling the child. The two continued to laugh but were soon interrupted by some raised voices and a thump coming from the back room of the library.
Casey looked up with a jolt as did Morgance and they fell quiet so they could hear what was going on. "No, I did not get a chance to get them yet," said a female voice.
"Well, we are running out of time," said a male voice.
It was Coach Willis, Casey could tell immediately. After a moment, Casey stood up, handed Morgance the baby, and made his way to the counter that blocked the back door of the library. The voices were still faint however so Casey pushed himself to go further. "Casey," Morgance whispered but was cut short by Casey commanding her to be quiet.
"We have plenty of time," the other voice said with more frustration. "It is still a week before the Prom."
"We should be targeting the track meet. The dance only targets the students. At the track, all the parents and family will be there as well. It's quicker that way."
"Quicker or not, I do not want anything done until I have finished what I came to do."
Casey walked closer to the doors and slipped it open slightly. He could only make out Coach Willis' figure though; the other voice did not seem familiar to him. It was female, but also male, like a combination to mask the being's true identity. But At the moment, Casey was more curious as to what the two were saying, not who the two were. As Casey was just about to hear a little more of the conversation, however, the baby began to cry with a loud-pitched whine.
Looking over to Morgance, he signaled for her to shut the baby up. Unfortunately, the girl was so startled; she clumsily began searching for the key. Casey ran over to her away from the door and began to undress the child while Morgance searched for the key. Once she found it, she struggled to stick it into the hole in the back of the child. It took a moment, for the child to stop crying and that moment was too long because before Casey and Morgance had time to hide, Coach Willis and Mrs. Matters, the Librarian came out from the back room and looked with surprised to see the two students there.
"What are you two doing here?" asked Coach Willis firmly. Casey and Morgance looked up nervously and then looked to each other, hoping the other would have a plausible reason.
"We came here to trade off on our baby," said Casey. Morgance nodded silently and lifted the baby up slightly as proof. "Casey has her for the weekend, sir."
"Well, you shouldn't be here, the library is closed," said Mrs. Matters. Her voice was cold and stern; nothing new but it still sent chills down Casey's spine. He looked up to the woman and fell speechless when he saw the woman was bleeding slightly on the left side of her head.
"W-We didn't no, ma'am," Casey replied. "I guess we'll be going then."
Coach Willis and Mrs. Matters said nothing as Casey took Morgance's hand and led her out of the Library. But just as Casey was about to exit the door, Coach Willis cleared his throat in a way that Casey turned towards him in acknowledgment.
"See you on the track tomorrow, Casey."
Casey nodded shyly but said nothing. He just wanted to get out of the room and away from the two teachers. Once they were out, Casey lead Morgance down the hall and did not stop until they were outside of the school. He then collapsed on the front steps and covered his face in his arms.
Morgance walked down the steps slowly and then sat down besides Casey. She said nothing to him for a few moments. He seemed terribly distraught and tense. She did not understand why Casey was upset. "Casey?" she asked in a low whisper.
"I'm sorry," Casey mumbled. "I just...that was so odd."
"What was odd?" Morgance asked, not understanding what Casey was talking about. "They are just lazy, they should have had a sign saying the library was closed; we didn't know."
"No, it wasn't the library being closed," Casey snapped. He looked over to Morgance then who seemed confused and worried. Then, Casey remembered that she might not know all the details from what happened last year. Offering her a polite smile, Casey shook his head. "It was nothing," he lied. "I think I am just coming down with something."
Morgance nodded her head slowly, not quite believing what Casey was saying but she new better than to question him. After a few moments, she offered the mechanical baby to Casey. He accepted it and then looked over to Morgance who was standing up. "Come on," she said softly. "We have that track meet tomorrow; you are going to need rest and that baby is not going to help."
"I suppose you're right," retorted Casey. He scooped the child into his arms and then stood. The two then parted ways, agreeing to see each other tomorrow when the race began. Casey was nervous and after that incident in the library, he was even more so. Casey suddenly began to remember a similar situation that had occurred last year. When he and Delilah were in the faculty lounge. That was when he saw Mrs. Olsen and Couch Willis infect Nurse Harpor. But was his imagination getting the best of him? Were coach Willis and Mrs. Matters aliens? Normally, Casey would not think of something so absurd. But it happened before and the baby went off before Casey could get more information. And why was Mrs. Matters bleeding the way she was? She could have been attacked, which would explain the 'thump' he had heard a few moments before.
Casey needed to tell someone. Delilah; he could tell Delilah. At that moment, Casey left the school and made his way towards his girlfriend's house. Hopefully she would be home and would be interested in what he had to say.
The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 4 ~ Dropping Eaves
After school, Zeke lead Danielle to the garage of his home. He had not cleaned it much in a while and his test equipment was set up strategically on one desk. Over the last couple of months, he had been able to replenish his supplies, with a little help from the high school science labs. Walking over to one side of a table, he cleared off a large portion so that the two could work properly.
Danielle was quiet as she looked around and studied the room. Her face was un-telling of what she was thinking. She seemed neither nervous nor casual about the room. "Interesting set up," she finally commented.
Zeke smiled to himself, no one could understand his hobby but they were always too curious to run away. "Thanks," he answered. "It's nothing much though."
"Right," retorted Danielle somewhat sarcastically. She folded her arms over her chest and walked around the table, noticing a few boxes of over- the-counter pills, a few pens filled with a while substance, and a cage containing a small white mouse. "He's cute."
"That's Oscar. Well, Oscar the second," Zeke gave a soft but distant smile to the small mouse walking about in the cage. He walked over to Danielle casually and watched her look at the animal.
"A man of brains and an animal lover," she stated. "My kind of guy. Of course, I don't know about all the drugs around."
"Don't worry, I don't use," Zeke commented. "Just sell; of course, I never told you that."
Danielle nodded with understanding, "Of course." She then looked around the table again and saw the pens. She furrowed her eyebrows and picked one of them up. "This is what you all supposedly used to kill off the aliens last year, isn't it?" she asked with some excitement. She then caught herself and not wanting to be rude, gently placed the pen back in its holder. "I read all about it in the papers."
"Ah," Zeke breathed. "A fan."
"No, not a fan," Danielle returned. "Just a curious reader."
Zeke chuckled at her response and their eyes met. There was definitely and attraction between the two. However, Zeke's mind was to get busy to work. He did not like talking about himself and also did not like talking about this business. He walked away from his companion and returned to the desk he had set up to study with. "Here we go," he announced as he pulled his literature book from a bag and placed it on the table. "Clean and ready to work."
"You seem real interested in studying," Daniel laughed. She ran a finger along her forehead, slightly moving a strand of her hair behind her ear. She then walked over to the table and placed her book down. Sitting, she looked up to Zeke, eyeing him with curious eyes.
"Not really," Zeke replied coolly. "But the faster we get started, the faster we finish."
Danielle chuckled at the witty comment. She nodded and opened her book then, reading a few words of text. "Romeo and Juliet; I don't think I will ever get the language down."
"It isn't that bad, once you know what certain words mean," Zeke responded. "I think because our language is so different from the language Shakespeare used, we find it foreign and unobtainable. When really, all we have to do is open our eyes and hearts and look deeper into the words."
A soft smile crept on Danielle's lips and she shook her head with a chuckle. "That was beautiful. Miss Burke was right about you." Pausing, Danielle lowered her eyes slightly and her skin tinted a slight pink. Zeke smiled in return and shrugged his shoulders.
"What can I say? It's a gift."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The library was empty when Casey arrived to meet Morgance on Friday. She was already waiting for him by the window. Casey watched as she held the baby in her arms; the girl looked so natural holding the mechanical infant. As he came closer, Morgance looked up to him and smiled. "Hey," she greeted before lowering her head back to the baby.
Casey watched as Morgance was holding the small key in the baby's back. "Had she just gone off?" he asked as he took a seat beside Morgance. The girl nodded and after a few moments, she took the key out of the back and redressed the fake child. "I think Mr. Willis purposefully gave us the noisiest child in their collection."
Laughing, Casey nodded with agreement. "Well, you're a natural with her. Are you sure you don't want her over the weekend?"
"You are not getting out of your fatherly duty, Connors," Mogance snapped with a playful grin. "I had her all week; now you have to suffer."
Casey nodded and let Morgance shift the baby from her arms into his. He took the child carefully and noticed that there was a weight to it, like a real baby. 'Well, at least I'll get some use out of my arms,' he thought to himself. "Well, hello there, little lady," Casey began to coo. "Aren't you a pretty thing? Daddy's got you for a whole weekend, yep, that means surgery chocolate cereal and ice cream for breakfast!"
Morgance began to laugh at Casey but quickly covered her mouth to fight from causing anyone to notice. "You really are a geek, aren't you?" she giggled. Casey blushed and smiled despite himself. "Only a geek when it comes to taking care of my little princess!" he continued and then rocked the baby a little more before tickling the child. The two continued to laugh but were soon interrupted by some raised voices and a thump coming from the back room of the library.
Casey looked up with a jolt as did Morgance and they fell quiet so they could hear what was going on. "No, I did not get a chance to get them yet," said a female voice.
"Well, we are running out of time," said a male voice.
It was Coach Willis, Casey could tell immediately. After a moment, Casey stood up, handed Morgance the baby, and made his way to the counter that blocked the back door of the library. The voices were still faint however so Casey pushed himself to go further. "Casey," Morgance whispered but was cut short by Casey commanding her to be quiet.
"We have plenty of time," the other voice said with more frustration. "It is still a week before the Prom."
"We should be targeting the track meet. The dance only targets the students. At the track, all the parents and family will be there as well. It's quicker that way."
"Quicker or not, I do not want anything done until I have finished what I came to do."
Casey walked closer to the doors and slipped it open slightly. He could only make out Coach Willis' figure though; the other voice did not seem familiar to him. It was female, but also male, like a combination to mask the being's true identity. But At the moment, Casey was more curious as to what the two were saying, not who the two were. As Casey was just about to hear a little more of the conversation, however, the baby began to cry with a loud-pitched whine.
Looking over to Morgance, he signaled for her to shut the baby up. Unfortunately, the girl was so startled; she clumsily began searching for the key. Casey ran over to her away from the door and began to undress the child while Morgance searched for the key. Once she found it, she struggled to stick it into the hole in the back of the child. It took a moment, for the child to stop crying and that moment was too long because before Casey and Morgance had time to hide, Coach Willis and Mrs. Matters, the Librarian came out from the back room and looked with surprised to see the two students there.
"What are you two doing here?" asked Coach Willis firmly. Casey and Morgance looked up nervously and then looked to each other, hoping the other would have a plausible reason.
"We came here to trade off on our baby," said Casey. Morgance nodded silently and lifted the baby up slightly as proof. "Casey has her for the weekend, sir."
"Well, you shouldn't be here, the library is closed," said Mrs. Matters. Her voice was cold and stern; nothing new but it still sent chills down Casey's spine. He looked up to the woman and fell speechless when he saw the woman was bleeding slightly on the left side of her head.
"W-We didn't no, ma'am," Casey replied. "I guess we'll be going then."
Coach Willis and Mrs. Matters said nothing as Casey took Morgance's hand and led her out of the Library. But just as Casey was about to exit the door, Coach Willis cleared his throat in a way that Casey turned towards him in acknowledgment.
"See you on the track tomorrow, Casey."
Casey nodded shyly but said nothing. He just wanted to get out of the room and away from the two teachers. Once they were out, Casey lead Morgance down the hall and did not stop until they were outside of the school. He then collapsed on the front steps and covered his face in his arms.
Morgance walked down the steps slowly and then sat down besides Casey. She said nothing to him for a few moments. He seemed terribly distraught and tense. She did not understand why Casey was upset. "Casey?" she asked in a low whisper.
"I'm sorry," Casey mumbled. "I just...that was so odd."
"What was odd?" Morgance asked, not understanding what Casey was talking about. "They are just lazy, they should have had a sign saying the library was closed; we didn't know."
"No, it wasn't the library being closed," Casey snapped. He looked over to Morgance then who seemed confused and worried. Then, Casey remembered that she might not know all the details from what happened last year. Offering her a polite smile, Casey shook his head. "It was nothing," he lied. "I think I am just coming down with something."
Morgance nodded her head slowly, not quite believing what Casey was saying but she new better than to question him. After a few moments, she offered the mechanical baby to Casey. He accepted it and then looked over to Morgance who was standing up. "Come on," she said softly. "We have that track meet tomorrow; you are going to need rest and that baby is not going to help."
"I suppose you're right," retorted Casey. He scooped the child into his arms and then stood. The two then parted ways, agreeing to see each other tomorrow when the race began. Casey was nervous and after that incident in the library, he was even more so. Casey suddenly began to remember a similar situation that had occurred last year. When he and Delilah were in the faculty lounge. That was when he saw Mrs. Olsen and Couch Willis infect Nurse Harpor. But was his imagination getting the best of him? Were coach Willis and Mrs. Matters aliens? Normally, Casey would not think of something so absurd. But it happened before and the baby went off before Casey could get more information. And why was Mrs. Matters bleeding the way she was? She could have been attacked, which would explain the 'thump' he had heard a few moments before.
Casey needed to tell someone. Delilah; he could tell Delilah. At that moment, Casey left the school and made his way towards his girlfriend's house. Hopefully she would be home and would be interested in what he had to say.