Sakura123: Just a minor correction. I must have proofed this 10 times and
I still find errors. Casey asked Morgance to go to the Prom. I revised
that and reposted the chapter. Sorry If I confused you. I am so glad you
like the story. Your input and reviews are nice to get. My only fan, lol.
I don't think there are any limits to reviewing. At least, I hope not.
Anyway, since I will be gone from the comp until Monday, I am posting the
next chapter that I would have posted on Saturday. So here is an extra
treat for you.
The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 8 ~ Proof
"I can't believe I let you both talk me into this," Delilah hissed but she was soon interrupted by a forceful nudge from Stokely. Stan turned the light on to the library's back room. Stokely and Delilah followed him as quietly as possible. No one else was in the building so the three students had a good chance to look around with out being discovered. The room was cluttered with papers, boxes, and other supplies. There were even a few typewriters.
Delilah snickered at the sight. "Now I know why the Football team has so much in their budget. They save on buying some decent technology."
"Hush," said Stan suddenly as he walked towards a closet. "We need to find some clues, not comment on the school's lack of funds."
"Well, if I knew why I was here, Stan, I might have a better chance of helping you," Delilah snapped back. "But as of right now, all I see are books and boxes and stone-age typewriters."
Stan ignored the remark. He was too busy searching the cabinets and drawers for anything that might help Casey with his hunch. As he circled the room, he found a white substance lining the tables and floor. He dabbed his hand in the substance and sniffed it. He then turned to Stokely and Delilah. "Someone has been having some fun in here."
"What is that?" asked Stokely.
"S.K.A.T" Stan replied sternly. Both Stokely and Delilah looked at Stan in disbelief.
"Are you sure?" asked Delilah as she dabbed some of the white powder onto her hand and sifted it in her fingers.
"I recognize the smell," Stan concurred.
"What would teachers be doing with S.K.A.T.?" Asked Stokley.
"The question is, why do they have it..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"And so by saying 'A name by any rose would smell as sweet,' Romeo is saying that he will love Juliet no matter whose family she belonged too." Danielle was elated when she saw Zeke nod from her statement. She wrote down her notes in a small book and then turned the page. "I have to admit, Shakespeare has never been more interesting to me."
"I'm glad," said Zeke with a smirk. "I find him very inspirational at times."
"The world's greatest romancer, despite some of the questions about his sexuality?" asked Danielle with a smug look to her face. Zeke laughed out right and shook his head.
"Are you trying to say something?"
"It was you who said you were inspired by him," the girl argued. "The question I ask is how inspired?"
Zeke lowered his head a little, trying to think of a witty comeback. He studied his table for a moment; two cans of soda, a few S.K.A.T pens, papers and books. Nothing of importance. He looked back up to Danielle and shrugged. "It's something I can't explain...maybe I can demonstrate?"
At that moment, the two leaned in and kissed each other gently. A smile crept on Danielle's lips and she placed her hand on the back of Zeke's head. They pulled in further, intensifying the kiss. Zeke had no cares in the world; he was impressed with the girl he had come to enjoy the company of, even if it had only been a few short days. Danielle was also impressed with Zeke. He was so hard on the outside, and soft and carrying underneath the unbreakable exterior. The two were the perfect pair.
However, Zeke had no idea that as he fell into the comforting, passionate kiss, Danielle had slipped her free hand to the table and grabbed one of the S.K.A.T. pens and slipped in unnoticeably into her bag...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Look at this," Stokely called as she found her way to the librarian's desk. She checked the drawers, paper files, and everywhere else she could until she noticed something odd: a science book.
"What is that?" asked Stan as he came up behind Stokely. Delilah followed suit and looked at the book with a scowl.
"Now is not exactly the right time to be catching up on your homework, Stokely." Delilah commented but was silenced by Stan. He then took the book from Stokely and noticed one of the pages was tagged off. With curiosity, he opened the page and a thoughtful look fell on his face.
"Odd that a librarian would be studying up on Darwen's Theory of evolution," he commented before showing Delilah and Stokely the page. It had a diagram of an experiment with flies. Stokely's eyes widened and she looked at Stan and then to Delilah. Delilah, however, seemed rather confused. "What does this have to do with anything?" Neither Stan nor Stokely could answer that question because at that moment, another presence entered the room.
"What are you doing in here?" asked the woman. A stern look was on her face and her arms were crossed over her chest. Stan stood up straight and Delilah and Stokely fell stiff where they stood.
"We were-"
"The library is closed, you should not be here," the woman interrupted. She then turned to the door and shut it. Locking the hinge as she did so. The three students felt sick as if a sudden flash of repetition hit them. They had been in this position before.
"We're sorry," said Stan. "We'll just leave now," he added before looking at the girls and motioning them to move. The girls did so and where about to leave but the librarian would not move. "I don't think so," said she. "You are trespassing and I think you need a proper punishment."
As the woman talked, Stan felt his back pants' pocket and found the pen of S.K.A.T he had found in the room earlier. He flicked the lid off the object behind his back so that the woman would not see. "Just let us go," he stated before shoving passed the woman. At that moment, the librarian grabbed Stan by his neck and threw him across the room as if he were a book with barely little weight. Delilah screamed in reflex and the two girls backed away instantly.
Without a second thought, Stan stood up and held the drugged pen in his hand. He then ran to the librarian and jabbed the pen into her chest. With a yelp, the librarian backed away. However, nothing else happened save a few dropped of blood trickling down her front. The woman did not fall and that was enough to prove that she was not human. At least, not anymore. The Liberian laughed and smirked victoriously. "That doesn't work anymore."
Grabbing Stokely and Delilah, Stan pulled them farther into the room to get away from their pursuer. He took boxes that were not too heavy and chucked them at her. She blocked each. She stood with barely a scratch or deterrence.
"Isn't there anyway to stop her?" Stokely called to Stan.
"Hell if I know!" he returned. It was at this moment; Delilah began searching through her purse frantically. She pulled out a small tube of lipstick and threw it to the floor with a scowl.
"Now is not the time to put on your face," Stokely jeered. "Shut up," Delilah retorted as she pulled out the can of mace she had stored into her bag. She popped open the can and began shaking it.
"What are you doing?" asked Stan. "If S.K.A.T won't work, that won't leave even a dent!"
"Well, if you have any other ideas, Stan," Delilah growled as she moved towards the librarian. "Let me know!" At that, she gave the can one last shake and before the librarian could grab her, Delilah released the contents of the can into the librarian's eyes. The room was suddenly filled with an ear-shattering screech. And she pulled away for a moment. Delilah looked over to the others and signaled them to run. The two did and as soon as they got to the door, Stokely stopped to get one last look at the woman.
The librarian turned around then and glared at Stokely. Her eyes were red with hatred, wicket and fearsome. Her face was covered with the potent liquid but it was the liquid dropping down to her chest that really caused Stokely to become scared. As soon as the mace liquid hit the wound Stan gave the librarian, she began to convulse and shake. The familiar white substance then began to bubble and grow. The librarian fell to the floor then, screaming.
"Stokely, let's go!" called Stan. Stokely nodded and ran after the other two. They left the library and ran out font. The rain no longer mattered to them. They were just glad to have gotten away from the scene. All three friends were out of breath as they stood outside. A few minutes later, they began walking towards the parking lot.
"I can't believe this," Delilah grunted. "Casey was right, aliens are back."
"And this time our S.K.A.T won't help," Stan added with aggravation.
"Not solely," said Stokely as she ran up to the others.
"Uh oh," said Delilah, not in the mood for this anymore. "Sounds like the freak has a new conspiracy theory."
"If she does, it is better than what we have at the moment," Stan argued. He looked to Stokely, his eyes wide with anticipation as he waited for Stokely to tell them what she thought. "The S.K.A.T did not work on her; she was immune. It wasn't until the drug was mixed with the mace when she began to be affected." The group arrived to Stan's car but before they climbed in, Stokely continued. "The book we found, with the Evolution theory in it. What if the aliens are taking the S.K.A.T in little doses at a time to make themselves immune to it?"
Delilah and Stan froze as the revelation was made. It was definitely a possible conclusion. "If the aliens could balance themselves between the dehydrating S.K.A.T and the water they drank, it was possible they can't be killed with the drug," Stan concluded. Stokely nodded.
"Well, now what do we do?" asked Delilah. "Go to the store and buy every can of mace we can get our fingers on?"
"No," said Stokely. "But what if Zeke can make something similar?"
"It could work," Stan agreed.
"Then can we go and get this over with? I have prom shopping to do," Delilah stated, breaking the other two out of their little connection of the minds. Stan looked over to her and nodded. The three then got into the car and left the school. They were cautious though. Once the faculty found the librarian, they would know that they were hunted and would do anything to put a stop their pursuers.
The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 8 ~ Proof
"I can't believe I let you both talk me into this," Delilah hissed but she was soon interrupted by a forceful nudge from Stokely. Stan turned the light on to the library's back room. Stokely and Delilah followed him as quietly as possible. No one else was in the building so the three students had a good chance to look around with out being discovered. The room was cluttered with papers, boxes, and other supplies. There were even a few typewriters.
Delilah snickered at the sight. "Now I know why the Football team has so much in their budget. They save on buying some decent technology."
"Hush," said Stan suddenly as he walked towards a closet. "We need to find some clues, not comment on the school's lack of funds."
"Well, if I knew why I was here, Stan, I might have a better chance of helping you," Delilah snapped back. "But as of right now, all I see are books and boxes and stone-age typewriters."
Stan ignored the remark. He was too busy searching the cabinets and drawers for anything that might help Casey with his hunch. As he circled the room, he found a white substance lining the tables and floor. He dabbed his hand in the substance and sniffed it. He then turned to Stokely and Delilah. "Someone has been having some fun in here."
"What is that?" asked Stokely.
"S.K.A.T" Stan replied sternly. Both Stokely and Delilah looked at Stan in disbelief.
"Are you sure?" asked Delilah as she dabbed some of the white powder onto her hand and sifted it in her fingers.
"I recognize the smell," Stan concurred.
"What would teachers be doing with S.K.A.T.?" Asked Stokley.
"The question is, why do they have it..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"And so by saying 'A name by any rose would smell as sweet,' Romeo is saying that he will love Juliet no matter whose family she belonged too." Danielle was elated when she saw Zeke nod from her statement. She wrote down her notes in a small book and then turned the page. "I have to admit, Shakespeare has never been more interesting to me."
"I'm glad," said Zeke with a smirk. "I find him very inspirational at times."
"The world's greatest romancer, despite some of the questions about his sexuality?" asked Danielle with a smug look to her face. Zeke laughed out right and shook his head.
"Are you trying to say something?"
"It was you who said you were inspired by him," the girl argued. "The question I ask is how inspired?"
Zeke lowered his head a little, trying to think of a witty comeback. He studied his table for a moment; two cans of soda, a few S.K.A.T pens, papers and books. Nothing of importance. He looked back up to Danielle and shrugged. "It's something I can't explain...maybe I can demonstrate?"
At that moment, the two leaned in and kissed each other gently. A smile crept on Danielle's lips and she placed her hand on the back of Zeke's head. They pulled in further, intensifying the kiss. Zeke had no cares in the world; he was impressed with the girl he had come to enjoy the company of, even if it had only been a few short days. Danielle was also impressed with Zeke. He was so hard on the outside, and soft and carrying underneath the unbreakable exterior. The two were the perfect pair.
However, Zeke had no idea that as he fell into the comforting, passionate kiss, Danielle had slipped her free hand to the table and grabbed one of the S.K.A.T. pens and slipped in unnoticeably into her bag...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Look at this," Stokely called as she found her way to the librarian's desk. She checked the drawers, paper files, and everywhere else she could until she noticed something odd: a science book.
"What is that?" asked Stan as he came up behind Stokely. Delilah followed suit and looked at the book with a scowl.
"Now is not exactly the right time to be catching up on your homework, Stokely." Delilah commented but was silenced by Stan. He then took the book from Stokely and noticed one of the pages was tagged off. With curiosity, he opened the page and a thoughtful look fell on his face.
"Odd that a librarian would be studying up on Darwen's Theory of evolution," he commented before showing Delilah and Stokely the page. It had a diagram of an experiment with flies. Stokely's eyes widened and she looked at Stan and then to Delilah. Delilah, however, seemed rather confused. "What does this have to do with anything?" Neither Stan nor Stokely could answer that question because at that moment, another presence entered the room.
"What are you doing in here?" asked the woman. A stern look was on her face and her arms were crossed over her chest. Stan stood up straight and Delilah and Stokely fell stiff where they stood.
"We were-"
"The library is closed, you should not be here," the woman interrupted. She then turned to the door and shut it. Locking the hinge as she did so. The three students felt sick as if a sudden flash of repetition hit them. They had been in this position before.
"We're sorry," said Stan. "We'll just leave now," he added before looking at the girls and motioning them to move. The girls did so and where about to leave but the librarian would not move. "I don't think so," said she. "You are trespassing and I think you need a proper punishment."
As the woman talked, Stan felt his back pants' pocket and found the pen of S.K.A.T he had found in the room earlier. He flicked the lid off the object behind his back so that the woman would not see. "Just let us go," he stated before shoving passed the woman. At that moment, the librarian grabbed Stan by his neck and threw him across the room as if he were a book with barely little weight. Delilah screamed in reflex and the two girls backed away instantly.
Without a second thought, Stan stood up and held the drugged pen in his hand. He then ran to the librarian and jabbed the pen into her chest. With a yelp, the librarian backed away. However, nothing else happened save a few dropped of blood trickling down her front. The woman did not fall and that was enough to prove that she was not human. At least, not anymore. The Liberian laughed and smirked victoriously. "That doesn't work anymore."
Grabbing Stokely and Delilah, Stan pulled them farther into the room to get away from their pursuer. He took boxes that were not too heavy and chucked them at her. She blocked each. She stood with barely a scratch or deterrence.
"Isn't there anyway to stop her?" Stokely called to Stan.
"Hell if I know!" he returned. It was at this moment; Delilah began searching through her purse frantically. She pulled out a small tube of lipstick and threw it to the floor with a scowl.
"Now is not the time to put on your face," Stokely jeered. "Shut up," Delilah retorted as she pulled out the can of mace she had stored into her bag. She popped open the can and began shaking it.
"What are you doing?" asked Stan. "If S.K.A.T won't work, that won't leave even a dent!"
"Well, if you have any other ideas, Stan," Delilah growled as she moved towards the librarian. "Let me know!" At that, she gave the can one last shake and before the librarian could grab her, Delilah released the contents of the can into the librarian's eyes. The room was suddenly filled with an ear-shattering screech. And she pulled away for a moment. Delilah looked over to the others and signaled them to run. The two did and as soon as they got to the door, Stokely stopped to get one last look at the woman.
The librarian turned around then and glared at Stokely. Her eyes were red with hatred, wicket and fearsome. Her face was covered with the potent liquid but it was the liquid dropping down to her chest that really caused Stokely to become scared. As soon as the mace liquid hit the wound Stan gave the librarian, she began to convulse and shake. The familiar white substance then began to bubble and grow. The librarian fell to the floor then, screaming.
"Stokely, let's go!" called Stan. Stokely nodded and ran after the other two. They left the library and ran out font. The rain no longer mattered to them. They were just glad to have gotten away from the scene. All three friends were out of breath as they stood outside. A few minutes later, they began walking towards the parking lot.
"I can't believe this," Delilah grunted. "Casey was right, aliens are back."
"And this time our S.K.A.T won't help," Stan added with aggravation.
"Not solely," said Stokely as she ran up to the others.
"Uh oh," said Delilah, not in the mood for this anymore. "Sounds like the freak has a new conspiracy theory."
"If she does, it is better than what we have at the moment," Stan argued. He looked to Stokely, his eyes wide with anticipation as he waited for Stokely to tell them what she thought. "The S.K.A.T did not work on her; she was immune. It wasn't until the drug was mixed with the mace when she began to be affected." The group arrived to Stan's car but before they climbed in, Stokely continued. "The book we found, with the Evolution theory in it. What if the aliens are taking the S.K.A.T in little doses at a time to make themselves immune to it?"
Delilah and Stan froze as the revelation was made. It was definitely a possible conclusion. "If the aliens could balance themselves between the dehydrating S.K.A.T and the water they drank, it was possible they can't be killed with the drug," Stan concluded. Stokely nodded.
"Well, now what do we do?" asked Delilah. "Go to the store and buy every can of mace we can get our fingers on?"
"No," said Stokely. "But what if Zeke can make something similar?"
"It could work," Stan agreed.
"Then can we go and get this over with? I have prom shopping to do," Delilah stated, breaking the other two out of their little connection of the minds. Stan looked over to her and nodded. The three then got into the car and left the school. They were cautious though. Once the faculty found the librarian, they would know that they were hunted and would do anything to put a stop their pursuers.