Sakura123: You made lots of sense. Here is chapter 9. Hope you enjoy.
Now, I had completely renovated some of this chapter so if anything doesn't
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The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 9 ~ The New Antidote
Stan, Stokely, and Delilah arrived at Casey's home to inform him of the events that occurred in the library a few hours before. They did not want to do anything without him involved.
Delilah walked to the door first and rang the doorbell. Stokely and Stan looked around the area for signs of anything suspicious. Paranoia was already seeping into their minds. Before, the aliens could have been anyone or anywhere. This time, nothing was different.
Delilah grew impatient as the door was left unanswered. "Casey has to be home," she stated casually before knocking on the door. Stokely walked over to the side of the house to peep in a window. Inside, it was quiet and empty but a few moments later, she saw a figure coming down the stairs. Not wanting to be caught spying, she returned to the front pour beside Stan. At that moment, the door finally opened and there was Casey, standing in a T-shirt and boxers.
"Hey guys," Casey finally spoke before opening the door . "How are you feeling, Case?" Stokely asked politely as she sat down on the living room couch. She was still worried for him after the race.
Casey glanced over to her with a thoughtful look and then shrugged. "O.K., I guess"
"I'll bet," Delilah quipped irritably. Silence fell between the friends again and Casey hesitantly stood by the living room door.
"Can I make some coffee, or something for anyone?" he asked, trying to be a good host but the other three shook their heads. Stan sat down beside Stokely and looked at Casey seriously.
"Casey, you were right. The aliens are back." The words hit Casey like a brick wall. He immediately forgot about the awkward situation he was in and took a seat opposite Stan and Stokely on the single chair. "How do you know?" he asked immediately.
"We were attacked by one," said Delilah. "The librarian, Mrs. Matters."
Stokely nodded at the words. "S.K.A.T was in the back room of the library. They are using it."
"Alien druggies?" Casey gasped, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.
Stan and Stokely nodded. "They are making themselves resistant to the drug."
"But if we find something stronger," said Stan, "we can stop them."
"Have you talked to Zeke?" asked Casey, trying to think of every possible precaution that would need to be made. Stan shook his head 'no.' "We came here so you could come with us."
Casey glanced at the three quietly. He had not thought of how he would feel if his theory had been true. Suddenly, his embarrassment at the track and his feeling of loss with Delilah was momentarily forgotten. He nodded to the group and walked to the door. "We don't have time to waste then. Let's go."
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Zeke's car was parked in the driveway, a sign that showed he was home. The group walked up to the front door and knocked but when no one came to answer, they decided to try around the back of the house. Zeke often spent his time in the garage, where his study area/laboratory was stationed.
Music was blasting out through the doors and Casey, followed by the others, walked into the shop to find Zeke working on some paper work. No one said anything until Zeke looked up. He then turned the music off and began tapping the butt of his pen against the tabletop. "Little early in the morning to be buying anything, isn't it?" he asked casually.
Stan made a face and walked over to the table. Stokely silently followed and once she took a look at everything she returned her attention to Zeke. "Little early to be up making anything, don't you think?" she smirked and Zeke shrugged his shoulders and returned to his writing. "What are you working on?" she then asked with curiosity.
"It's called homework," Zeke responded. He liked the silence and stillness that fell in his room when the others heard the words.
"Zeke doing homework?" Stan asked. "Maybe he is one of them?"
Though Stan was only joking with the comment, Zeke looked up, not liking the way the other was talking. "What are you talking about?" he asked, letting his pen sit on the tabletop. Silence filled the room again and the others looked at each other, wondering who would be the first to speak.
"Well," said Casey hesitantly before he took a seat on the couch positioned in the corner. "We think that the aliens are back in town."
"You think?" Zeke repeated with some question in his tone. He was not sure of what to think about the words. Nothing 'weird' had been going on at school, as far as he saw. What would make Casey think the aliens were back? Shaking his head, Zeke sighed and looked up to the others. "How do you know?"
"I heard the coach, Mrs. Matters, and another teacher talking in the library," said Casey. "They are planning something for the Prom."
"We found your drug all over the back room of the library," added Stokely. She then pulled out two pens as proof. "Been dealing to the Faculty?" she asked sarcastically. Zeke took the pens and examined them. They were his all right.
"So what do you need from me?" Zeke then asked. He sat up straight in his chair and folded his hands together. "I didn't sell my stash to them. But some had been stolen from me."
"We don't think you had anything to do with this," Stan answered. "We think they are training themselves on the S.K.A.T. though. Therefore, we need something stronger."
Zeke thought for a few moments about the situation and still could not believe what was going on. Where they on his or her own stash or something? He then looked around at his supplies and frowned. Even if this story was true, he did not have what he needed to make anything. "I don't know guys,"
"We have a solution," Stokely spoke up. She walked up besides Delilah and nudged her. Delilah responded by taking out her can of mace and placing it on the table.
"Hello," came a sudden voice. The group looked towards the kitchen door nervously but calmed down when they saw it was Danielle. She looked at the group curiously and then smiled to Zeke. She was carrying two cans of soda. "I hope I am not disturbing anything."
"No," Zeke responded. "Just chatting with my friends. He then stood up and pulled a chair over to the table for the girl. She placed the sodas down and then glanced at the others. "Guys, you remember Danielle, the girl I am tutoring for miss. Burke."
"Oh, yea," said Delilah with a smile to hid the skeptical words in her voice. "You must be learning a lot from Zeke here," she then added.
"Lots," replied Daniel as she slipped a strand of her short blond hair behind her ear. "Zeke's a real brain when he wants to be, though I am sure you know. You are his friends after all."
Stan and Stokely nodded. "Well, we should let you two get to work." Stan stated. Stokely just smiled, forcing herself to hide a chuckle. It was still odd thinking Zeke could tutor a student, though he could not get out of high school himself.
As the group talked, Casey walked over to the table. He was about to pick up the can of mace to look at it when he noticed something odd in Danielle's bag. A white pen. Making sure no one was looking; Casey slipped the pen out of the bag to examine it. The pen was Zeke's. Filled with S.K.A.T. Glancing up over to the girl, Casey tried to shake the thoughts away. Just because she had some of the drug in her possession did not mean she was an alien. She was most likely just a customer.
But wait, Casey began to remember the time Zeke spoke of Daniel:
~ No man. I thought it would be a good extra few bucks in my pocket. But she can't afford a tutor, so Miss Burke asked me to do it for free. ~
If Danielle could not afford a tutor, how could she afford buying SKAT from Zeke? And did Zeke not say that some of his stash had been stolen? Casey's eyes widened with fear and anxiety as he pushed past Delilah and stood before Stan and Zeke. "Maybe if you weren't high on this, you wouldn't need a tutor to help you in school," he blurted out.
"What?" Danielle asked, her eyes filling with fear and confusion. But when she saw the pen in Casey's hand she began to back up. Zeke looked at the pen and then to Danielle. Was she the thief? He grabbed her arm immediately and forced her down onto a chair.
"Where did you get that?" he asked harshly. Danielle was quiet for a moment, but as soon as she caught her bearings, she burst out of the seat, punching Stan back a few steps and pushing past the two girls. But Zeke was too fast, as was Casey. They ran to the door and tackled the girl down to the floor. The girl was strong though, despite the two men on her. She hissed and screamed and her eyes glowed with a red, hateful tint to them.
As a last defense, she brought her mouth to Casey and bit his hand hard.
"Fuck!" Casey hissed and immediately let go of the girl.
"Delilah!" Stokely called. "The mace and the S.K.A.T, hurry!"
Delilah grabbed the can of mace and Stan was right behind her with the S.K.A.T. Opening the pen up, Stan sprinkled the drug onto the girl and then looked to Delilah. She shook the can and began to spray the contents onto Danielle. With in moments, the white suds began to grow on the girl's body and she hissed and screamed at the top of her lungs. Before long, the noise stopped and there was silence in the garage once again."
The five friends looked at each other and then down to the girl. She was an alien. And again, the mace worked to kill her. Zeke was silent for a moment before grabbing the can from Delilah and taking it to his table. "That is it; I am giving up on blondes," he growled.
"We were attacked in the library," said Stokely suddenly. "And when the mace mixed with the S.K.A.T., the alien reacted." Delilah looked over to the others and they nodded in agreement. "There has to be some chemical in here that will back up the original recipe of the drug."
Zeke picked the can up and looked at the ingredients. He then nodded thoughtfully. Tossing his papers aside, he cleared a place to start work. "It will take some time to figure this out," he explained. He looked up to Casey who was nodding with understanding.
"It can't be too long, we don't know how infected the school is," Casey answered.
"Do we have the time to waste?" asked Stan.
"We have no other choice," Stokely answered. "If you can get it done by Prom, then we might have a chance."
"That gives me six days," Zeke said to himself. "I should be able to come up with something by then."
"Six days it is," said Stan. With nothing more to say, Stan, Stokely, Delilah and Casey left Zeke's home. But not before cleaning the alien mess from the garage first. They placed the girl in a large trash bag and hid it out back so no one would be able to find her. When the task was done, the group left the premises.
Casey was returned home, as was Delilah. Stokely and Stan stayed together for a drive to settle their nerves. "This is crazy," Stokely grunted. "Do you think Zeke will make the drug in time?"
"I hope so," Stan answered. "If not, well...Let's not think about that now."
Stokely nodded and fell silent again. But she could not help but think of what would happen. Chills shifted through her body. Would they stop the aliens this time?
The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 9 ~ The New Antidote
Stan, Stokely, and Delilah arrived at Casey's home to inform him of the events that occurred in the library a few hours before. They did not want to do anything without him involved.
Delilah walked to the door first and rang the doorbell. Stokely and Stan looked around the area for signs of anything suspicious. Paranoia was already seeping into their minds. Before, the aliens could have been anyone or anywhere. This time, nothing was different.
Delilah grew impatient as the door was left unanswered. "Casey has to be home," she stated casually before knocking on the door. Stokely walked over to the side of the house to peep in a window. Inside, it was quiet and empty but a few moments later, she saw a figure coming down the stairs. Not wanting to be caught spying, she returned to the front pour beside Stan. At that moment, the door finally opened and there was Casey, standing in a T-shirt and boxers.
"Hey guys," Casey finally spoke before opening the door . "How are you feeling, Case?" Stokely asked politely as she sat down on the living room couch. She was still worried for him after the race.
Casey glanced over to her with a thoughtful look and then shrugged. "O.K., I guess"
"I'll bet," Delilah quipped irritably. Silence fell between the friends again and Casey hesitantly stood by the living room door.
"Can I make some coffee, or something for anyone?" he asked, trying to be a good host but the other three shook their heads. Stan sat down beside Stokely and looked at Casey seriously.
"Casey, you were right. The aliens are back." The words hit Casey like a brick wall. He immediately forgot about the awkward situation he was in and took a seat opposite Stan and Stokely on the single chair. "How do you know?" he asked immediately.
"We were attacked by one," said Delilah. "The librarian, Mrs. Matters."
Stokely nodded at the words. "S.K.A.T was in the back room of the library. They are using it."
"Alien druggies?" Casey gasped, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.
Stan and Stokely nodded. "They are making themselves resistant to the drug."
"But if we find something stronger," said Stan, "we can stop them."
"Have you talked to Zeke?" asked Casey, trying to think of every possible precaution that would need to be made. Stan shook his head 'no.' "We came here so you could come with us."
Casey glanced at the three quietly. He had not thought of how he would feel if his theory had been true. Suddenly, his embarrassment at the track and his feeling of loss with Delilah was momentarily forgotten. He nodded to the group and walked to the door. "We don't have time to waste then. Let's go."
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Zeke's car was parked in the driveway, a sign that showed he was home. The group walked up to the front door and knocked but when no one came to answer, they decided to try around the back of the house. Zeke often spent his time in the garage, where his study area/laboratory was stationed.
Music was blasting out through the doors and Casey, followed by the others, walked into the shop to find Zeke working on some paper work. No one said anything until Zeke looked up. He then turned the music off and began tapping the butt of his pen against the tabletop. "Little early in the morning to be buying anything, isn't it?" he asked casually.
Stan made a face and walked over to the table. Stokely silently followed and once she took a look at everything she returned her attention to Zeke. "Little early to be up making anything, don't you think?" she smirked and Zeke shrugged his shoulders and returned to his writing. "What are you working on?" she then asked with curiosity.
"It's called homework," Zeke responded. He liked the silence and stillness that fell in his room when the others heard the words.
"Zeke doing homework?" Stan asked. "Maybe he is one of them?"
Though Stan was only joking with the comment, Zeke looked up, not liking the way the other was talking. "What are you talking about?" he asked, letting his pen sit on the tabletop. Silence filled the room again and the others looked at each other, wondering who would be the first to speak.
"Well," said Casey hesitantly before he took a seat on the couch positioned in the corner. "We think that the aliens are back in town."
"You think?" Zeke repeated with some question in his tone. He was not sure of what to think about the words. Nothing 'weird' had been going on at school, as far as he saw. What would make Casey think the aliens were back? Shaking his head, Zeke sighed and looked up to the others. "How do you know?"
"I heard the coach, Mrs. Matters, and another teacher talking in the library," said Casey. "They are planning something for the Prom."
"We found your drug all over the back room of the library," added Stokely. She then pulled out two pens as proof. "Been dealing to the Faculty?" she asked sarcastically. Zeke took the pens and examined them. They were his all right.
"So what do you need from me?" Zeke then asked. He sat up straight in his chair and folded his hands together. "I didn't sell my stash to them. But some had been stolen from me."
"We don't think you had anything to do with this," Stan answered. "We think they are training themselves on the S.K.A.T. though. Therefore, we need something stronger."
Zeke thought for a few moments about the situation and still could not believe what was going on. Where they on his or her own stash or something? He then looked around at his supplies and frowned. Even if this story was true, he did not have what he needed to make anything. "I don't know guys,"
"We have a solution," Stokely spoke up. She walked up besides Delilah and nudged her. Delilah responded by taking out her can of mace and placing it on the table.
"Hello," came a sudden voice. The group looked towards the kitchen door nervously but calmed down when they saw it was Danielle. She looked at the group curiously and then smiled to Zeke. She was carrying two cans of soda. "I hope I am not disturbing anything."
"No," Zeke responded. "Just chatting with my friends. He then stood up and pulled a chair over to the table for the girl. She placed the sodas down and then glanced at the others. "Guys, you remember Danielle, the girl I am tutoring for miss. Burke."
"Oh, yea," said Delilah with a smile to hid the skeptical words in her voice. "You must be learning a lot from Zeke here," she then added.
"Lots," replied Daniel as she slipped a strand of her short blond hair behind her ear. "Zeke's a real brain when he wants to be, though I am sure you know. You are his friends after all."
Stan and Stokely nodded. "Well, we should let you two get to work." Stan stated. Stokely just smiled, forcing herself to hide a chuckle. It was still odd thinking Zeke could tutor a student, though he could not get out of high school himself.
As the group talked, Casey walked over to the table. He was about to pick up the can of mace to look at it when he noticed something odd in Danielle's bag. A white pen. Making sure no one was looking; Casey slipped the pen out of the bag to examine it. The pen was Zeke's. Filled with S.K.A.T. Glancing up over to the girl, Casey tried to shake the thoughts away. Just because she had some of the drug in her possession did not mean she was an alien. She was most likely just a customer.
But wait, Casey began to remember the time Zeke spoke of Daniel:
~ No man. I thought it would be a good extra few bucks in my pocket. But she can't afford a tutor, so Miss Burke asked me to do it for free. ~
If Danielle could not afford a tutor, how could she afford buying SKAT from Zeke? And did Zeke not say that some of his stash had been stolen? Casey's eyes widened with fear and anxiety as he pushed past Delilah and stood before Stan and Zeke. "Maybe if you weren't high on this, you wouldn't need a tutor to help you in school," he blurted out.
"What?" Danielle asked, her eyes filling with fear and confusion. But when she saw the pen in Casey's hand she began to back up. Zeke looked at the pen and then to Danielle. Was she the thief? He grabbed her arm immediately and forced her down onto a chair.
"Where did you get that?" he asked harshly. Danielle was quiet for a moment, but as soon as she caught her bearings, she burst out of the seat, punching Stan back a few steps and pushing past the two girls. But Zeke was too fast, as was Casey. They ran to the door and tackled the girl down to the floor. The girl was strong though, despite the two men on her. She hissed and screamed and her eyes glowed with a red, hateful tint to them.
As a last defense, she brought her mouth to Casey and bit his hand hard.
"Fuck!" Casey hissed and immediately let go of the girl.
"Delilah!" Stokely called. "The mace and the S.K.A.T, hurry!"
Delilah grabbed the can of mace and Stan was right behind her with the S.K.A.T. Opening the pen up, Stan sprinkled the drug onto the girl and then looked to Delilah. She shook the can and began to spray the contents onto Danielle. With in moments, the white suds began to grow on the girl's body and she hissed and screamed at the top of her lungs. Before long, the noise stopped and there was silence in the garage once again."
The five friends looked at each other and then down to the girl. She was an alien. And again, the mace worked to kill her. Zeke was silent for a moment before grabbing the can from Delilah and taking it to his table. "That is it; I am giving up on blondes," he growled.
"We were attacked in the library," said Stokely suddenly. "And when the mace mixed with the S.K.A.T., the alien reacted." Delilah looked over to the others and they nodded in agreement. "There has to be some chemical in here that will back up the original recipe of the drug."
Zeke picked the can up and looked at the ingredients. He then nodded thoughtfully. Tossing his papers aside, he cleared a place to start work. "It will take some time to figure this out," he explained. He looked up to Casey who was nodding with understanding.
"It can't be too long, we don't know how infected the school is," Casey answered.
"Do we have the time to waste?" asked Stan.
"We have no other choice," Stokely answered. "If you can get it done by Prom, then we might have a chance."
"That gives me six days," Zeke said to himself. "I should be able to come up with something by then."
"Six days it is," said Stan. With nothing more to say, Stan, Stokely, Delilah and Casey left Zeke's home. But not before cleaning the alien mess from the garage first. They placed the girl in a large trash bag and hid it out back so no one would be able to find her. When the task was done, the group left the premises.
Casey was returned home, as was Delilah. Stokely and Stan stayed together for a drive to settle their nerves. "This is crazy," Stokely grunted. "Do you think Zeke will make the drug in time?"
"I hope so," Stan answered. "If not, well...Let's not think about that now."
Stokely nodded and fell silent again. But she could not help but think of what would happen. Chills shifted through her body. Would they stop the aliens this time?