Caseylover: Yea, I kinda like Delilah, I really did not want her to be
like all the other writers make her. We shall see if Casey can get more
powder in this chapter.
Sakura123: Yes, yay for Delilah, but let's get back to our Beloved hero, Eli-I mean, Casey...hehehe
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The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 12 ~ survival of the Fittest
Casey was searching each room on the second floor for any signs of Miss Burke. Darkness danced all around Casey and shadows were everywhere. His heart thumped rapidly and he was unsure what to expect when the missing teacher did show up. Carefully looking through the window of each door, Casey tried to be as quiet as he could. "Quiet as a mouse," he mumbled to himself.
"I didn't think mice were too quiet," said a feminine voice from behind Casey. He turned around and was surprised to see Morgance standing there. She had followed him after he told her not too. Her frame was silhouetted in the shadows and Casey began to feel uncomfortable at the moment. She then came closer.
"Morgance, you shouldn't be here," Casey whispered. "You might get hurt."
However, Morgance came up to Casey and lifted a finger to his lips signaling him to be quiet. She then smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with passion. Casey melted into the kiss but then tensed as he tried to keep control of his emotions. Pulling Morgance off of him, Casey pleaded that she leave before she gets hurt. But Morgance did not listen, she turned Casey around until his back was facing a wall and pushed him against it. The two began kissing rapidly again. Morgance was unyielding and Casey found it a struggle to push her off. At that moment, Morgance pulled away and looked at Casey. "You should just give in Casey, you can't win."
"Oh, believe me," Casey returned. "I would love to just give in right now, but I can't." Casey was beginning to breathe heavier as Morgance forced herself on him but then Casey's senses began to return. She was not talking about giving into her for pleasure. He should have known that she would have been turned sooner or later. He wondered when it happened. When she came running from outside the gym? Perhaps maybe before then?
Casey looked into her eyes and saw emptiness there. He had the S.K.A.T. and he had to use it on her. It was survival of the fittest. If he did not kill her, she would kill him first with no questions asked. Yet Casey found it a struggle to meet such turns. She had been such a friend to him. He had allowed her to get too close.
Morgance began kissing Casey's neck and ear. Too close, he mused to himself. He felt himself going limp. Maybe giving in was not so bad? Morgance respected him more than Delilah ever had or ever could. Wouldn't it be worth it to just become like her?
Casey shuddered at the touch but as he allowed himself to fall to the girl's charms, he began to remember Delilah. Walking through the school with her hanging on his arm, teasing him about foolish behaviors or comments he made. He could smell her: the sent of lilac, sweet and lovely as if she were almost standing in a bed of them. "I...can't" he gasped. Morgance kissed his lips again but Casey struggled. "No, I love...I love Delilah." The, as if to answer Casey's decision, a surge of pain thrust through Casey's shoulder. Morgance had bitten him. Grunting in reaction, Casey thrust the girl away from his neck. Suddenly, Casey's senses had returned. He looked coldly to the girl and moved his hand down to his pant pocket for the new SKAT. He would not let them win, not this time and not ever. Morgance was not Morgance anymore; he had to remember that. However, Casey found that his pockets were completely empty. Nothing was there. Where were the pens Zeke had given him?
Pulling away, Morgance grinned at Casey with an evil stare. She giggled before lifting up her hand to reveal that she was holding a pen. "Lose something?" she asked playfully before unscrewing the cap and letting the drug fall down the to floor. She then took the emptied pen shell and lifted her arm to attack Casey. But just as she was about to thrust it into Casey's chest, Casey grabbed Morgance's wrist and began to struggle for his life. The girl was unnaturally strong but Casey could not let her overcome him. They banged into walls and doors until the two came to the flight of stairs. It was Casey's only way to survive this. He had to push her down.
Once she was in position, Casey pushed, but not before Morgance grabbed his shirt. The two then went tumbling down the flight of steps. The loud thumping and yells of pain filled the echoing halls until both students came to a stop at the bottom of the staircase. Silence and stillness then crept through the hallway. Casey laid on his side in a fetal position afraid that one move would cripple him. After a few moments, Casey finally rolled onto his back so that he could flatten himself out. His head pounded from hitting the stairs and his eyesight seemed blurry. 'Wonderful,' he thought to himself. 'Now I can't even see if I am being attacked.'
Suddenly, Casey's thoughts were interrupted by a whimper from behind him. He shifted his head to the side where the sound came from and there, sprawled out on the ground, was Morgance. She was in a terrible position and it seemed as if she could hardly move. The pen was still clenched tightly in her hand but despite the danger, Casey had to make sure she was all right. He struggled to get up on his legs and when he managed to do so, he crawled to Morgance's side. He had to pry the empty pen out of her hand and dropped it on the floor. She made no motions to fight Casey but she did manage to open her eyes into slits so that she could see who was beside her.
Fear filled Casey's heart as he slipped the girl into his arms. He was unsure how badly she was injured. "Morgance," he whispered to her but the only reaction he got was another whimper. She looked up to him and then suddenly, she became still and closed her eyelids. Tears swelled in Casey's eyes; he had killed her. Grief filled him and he bent his head down. "What have I done?"
"Oh, isn't this a depressing sight," said Miss Burke as she walked up to the two. Casey looked up immediate and felt his tears of sorrow turn into tears of anger and hate. "You!" he growled but this only caused the other woman to laugh at him. She leaned up against the stair railing and looked down at Casey. "Haven't you learned not to run and play around stairs, you'll never know when you could get hurt."
Casey said nothing; he just lifted his hand to his face to wipe the tears away. Sniffling, he looked down at Morgance. It wasn't her fault she was infected; he could have found another way to stop her, what had come over him? For a moment, Miss. Burke did not exist; Casey just watched the girl under him and stroked her chestnut hair out of her eyes. When he finished, he stood up without saying one word, stepped over her body and then stood before Miss Burke. His eyes were cold and flat, fighting to hide his true emotions. "This has gone on far enough," he said to the woman.
Miss. Burke nodded at his comment and then stepped closer to Casey. "Yes, it has. Now I am here to finish what I started." She then lifted out a pen of white powder from her purse pocket. She smiled at it and threw it down at Casey. He picked up the pen slowly, looking at it, cursing it. If only he had gotten to the new SKAT pen before Morgance dumped it. "They really jack you up." She commented. "But not me, I am afraid that stuff is useless on me now. But you can try."
Casey did try. He picked up the pen and lifted it up in an attack position. However, Miss Burke grabbed Casey's wrist, preventing him from going through with striking her. She forced Casey's arm downward and then she grabbed him by the neck with her free hand and pressed him against the wall. Casey made no move, nor did he seem scared. He just looked at her defiantly as she studied him. "Do you know how long I have waited to kill you, Casey?" she asked as her left hand came up and stroked the boy's cheek with her fingernail. "I had ordered that no one touch you, I had many chances to turn you into one of us, but I did not want that. I wanted you to suffer. I wanted you to loose all that you held dear so that you knew how I felt when my daughter died."
Casey began to find it hard to swallow now because Miss. Burke was beginning to tighten her grip around his neck. A smile of satisfaction slipped along her face as she watched him fight to preserve himself. His left hand came up to the wrist of the arm around his neck and he tried desperately to fight her off. His eyes closed and he furrowed his eyebrows in the pain.
"This is how my child felt when her life was being slowly terminated when you stuck that damn pen in her eye!" Miss. Burke growled. "Slowly her breathing became harsh and her throat so dry. Her skin tightening up around her, shrinking her until she felt she was ripping to pieces. And you watched as she screamed for mercy." She tightened her fingers even worse around Casey's neck and soon, his eyes began to roll back in his head. He was loosing consciousness and he could hear himself wheezing for air. When would it end, just kill him now! No, if she killed him, who would save the others? Casey had to fight, but he had nothing. Just then, Casey remembered the pen. He was still holding it tightly. Twirling it in his hand, he forced himself to look at Miss. Burke one more time and while she was busy concentrating on the pain on his face, she was unsuspecting when Casey threw his arm up and jabbed the point of the pen into her chest.
With a loud scream, Miss. Burke let go of Casey just long enough for him to make his way out of the hallway. He grabbed the pen of S.K.A.T. Miss Burke had dropped at his feet and ran away from the scene as fast as he could. The halls were dark and Casey still could not see as clearly as he should, but he felt that his eyes were slowly healing. As he ran, he could hear Miss Burke following him in a steady but speedy rhythm. He did not have much time, there had to be a way to defeat her. The S.K.A.T in the pen would not work unless he could fine mace. Casey let out a tired moan as he almost collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion and hopelessness. Where the hell was he going to find mace in the high school?
"Casey, I counted to one hundred, come out," Miss Burke called as she walked down one of the halls. Casey knew she would come down the hall and see him; he was right in the open. He had to find a place to hide. Running down the hall, he began to check the doors of the classrooms. However, they were all locked. Every door he tried would not budge. Sweat poured down Casey's brow, the clicking of Burke's heals were coming closer.
Suddenly, Casey came to a stop between the janitor's closet or health room. He looked between the two before trying the Health Room. It clicked open and instantly, he dove at the health room and quickly closed the door shut.
The room was dark and cluttered. Casey's eyes squinted, searching for a way out, but there were none. He stumbled past a few tables and then stopped when he heard the heels clicking louder. She was coming! Looking back at the door, Casey could see Miss. Burke's shadow from down the hallway. Dropping to the ground, the boy crawled behind Coach Willis' table just as the door opened and Miss Burke walked inside. "Casey," she cooed. "Come out. I'm not going to hurt you. Much."
Casey forced his breathing to shorten as the clicking came closer to the table he was hiding under. All sounds except for the pounding his Casey's heart seemed to stop. It was deafening in the room but Casey did not risk making any sort of sound. She leaned slightly across the table, inspecting the room but she saw no sign of her prey. She only saw model skeletons and dozens of mechanical babies sprawled out in the room.
Finally, Miss Burke moved away from the table and walked towards the door. "All right Casey, I guess your not here," she said softly before walking quickly out of the room. Casey was finally alone and safe for the moment. He let go of his breath and leaned up against the desk. After a few moments, he reached up to the table and began to pull himself up. However, as he did so, he grabbed a round shape rather then the hard wood of the tabletop.
Before he knew it, one of the baby dolls tumbled off the table and onto his lap. It burst into a fit of wails and screams that penetrated through the air like a knife through butter. "Shhhh, Oh come on, shut up!" Casey growled. Getting up with the doll, he looked around the table for the key that would stop the baby from crying. He began opening and closing the drawers as quickly as he could, searching for the key but he was having no luck. Finally, he found the drawer that held the keys. But there was not just one key in the drawer, there were about twelve of them. Letting out a grunt of frustration, he reached in and began looking for the one key that fit.
As the baby cried on, and Casey cursed under his breath at each false key, the hard clicking of heels was heard, causing Casey to stop and look at the door. She was coming back. With new vigor, Casey suddenly moved faster and clumsier. The drawer was near empty and the child's wails were growing steadily louder. "Damn it!" he growled before loosing all his patience and throwing the fake child across the room. He then looked around and saw the window. At that moment, it was his only chance of escape.
Casey ran to the window and began to force it open. The window budged slightly and Casey pulled over a table, climbed on it and then kicked the window repeatedly until it shattered open. A smile pierced Casey's lips as his hope began to come back. Once he got out of the school, he could run back to the gym and warn the others and then call for help. If there was anyone whom they could trust to help, that is. Casey lifted his foot up, breaking any loose glass away and made his way out the window. However, just as he was about to do so, a hand grabbed Casey by his collar and pulled him back into the classroom.
"I thought I heard something in here," said a harsh feminine voice. "Mice can be so noisy at times?"
Casey looked up, wide-eyed with fear and before he knew it, he was being thrown across the room. He let out a yelp of pain from slamming his arm into a desk. Miss Burke walked after him soon after and he found himself cowering from her. This made her smile with pleasure. "It's good to see you squirming, Casey," she stated before quickening her pace. She grabbed Casey again, pulled up him to his feet and then threw him again across the room.
Casey felt stunned. His ears were ringing and he just wanted to collapse. A moan escaped his lips and he tried desperately to force himself to stand. He fell back down onto his knees though and he could hear Burke laughing with delight. "Not so quick on your feet now, are you?" she asked, grabbing his shirt one more time.
It was this instant, the alien within Miss Burke decided to show itself. Casey watched helplessly as Miss Burke's frame melted and expanded into a large creature. Its eyes were harsh and red and its teeth were exposed. The creature pulled Casey closer to her and through the extra layers of mucus covered skin, a smile of victory appeared. Casey looked into her eyes, now red and menacing. He began to tremble at her touch and turned his face away. If this was his end, his wished not to see her face when it happened.
It was then, Casey realized his site was getting better. He could see more clearly. At first, Casey cursed fate for it. That he would be granted his sight just so he can have a last look at the alien before he was killed. However, what he saw gave Casey the hope he needed to push onward for survival. There was a can of mace in Coach Willis' drawer where the keys were. He had not seen it before but he knew it was Delilah's. The can the coach had once taken away from Delilah was now his only chance. But he was too far from the desk to grab the can. Looking back at the alien, a grin appeared on his face.
A screech from the alien was heard and the creature cocked its head with curiosity. It had noticed Casey's sudden change in mood. "What is so funny?" the creature forced out in a harsh croak.
"Nothing," Casey replied with a shrug, trying desperately to hide his shaking. "I was just thinking that even if I die, there are others who will kill you in my place."
"We'll see about that," she then lifted Casey off his feet. She held him by his neck and the weight and pressure against Casey's throat caused him to gag. A moment, later, the alien threw Casey again.
"Hey!" Zeke growled as he entered the room. He and the others had agreed to split up in search for Morgance. Zeke was the first to find her body at the foot of the stairs. He knew Casey would be in trouble and sure enough, here he was at the mercy of this alien. The alien he knew was Miss Burke. Taking a deep breath, he pushed those thoughts out of his mind. The world depended on him keeping his emotions in tact.
The alien turned towards Zeke. The only emotion able to be seen was a bit of pleasure in the alien's eyes. New blood. It thought to itself. Casey was left reeling on the ground behind the desk. His senses were knocked out for the moment so he was of no concern to the alien. However, Zeke was.
As the creature walked towards the man, its form chanced back into Miss Burke's. She was naked and in her chest was the pen Casey had previously impaled into the woman. She looked seductively towards Zeke. She then advanced slowly until Zeke pulled out one of his pens. He eyed her challengingly, ready to attack if she dared moved any closer. "Zekey," said Miss Burke, adding a gentle pout to her lips. "Would you really kill me? Am I really as bad a teacher as all the others?"
"You are no teacher," Zeke said hesitantly. "You're an alien."
"And I thought we taught you kids to respect diversity." Miss Burke smiled and leaned against one of the desks. She grinned wickedly and then walked around the table slowly. Zeke moved alone with her so that their distance was constantly equal from one another.
"Zeke," Miss Burke stated thoughtfully. Her voice gentle and soothing. "I never once doubted your skills. Your potential. Your...stamina. I always believed in you. You might say, I am attracted to you. Or maybe the two of us have something in common."
"I see nothing in common between us," Zeke spat back. His eyes diverted quickly towards Casey, still lying on the floor. Then they returned to Burke. He allowed her to get closer and then stepped back. "Except that I have a pen and you are going to be stabbed with it."
"Oh yes," Burke laughed musically. "The pens. Interesting tools," she added. "But will they stop us in the end? We will always come back, Zeke. Always. Why not just invite us here with open arms? It would be better in the end Zeke. And you and me, we could rule this planet together. You wouldn't need to be made into something Zeke. You make something out of everyone else."
"Yea," Zeke sniffed as he held his arm up higher. "Mindless zombies. No Miss Burke, I'm afraid this is one lesson I will just have to fail." At that, Zeke darted towards Miss Burke to jab the pen into her. But the alien's reflexes were too quick. She grabbed Zeke's wrist and clutched tightly to the point that the bones gave out, causing the man to drop the pen onto the ground. Zeke let out a pained yell and found himself on his knees; his wrist still held by the alien.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Zekey-Boy." At that, The alien transformed once again into the creature it truly was. Zeke gasped, feeling his wrist give out some more as the alien's strength increased. Before long, Zeke also was thrown against a wall. He looked up to see the alien advancing toward him, so with all his energy began to move away. He was not giving up without a fight.
Behind the teacher's desk, Casey awoke from his stunned senses. Coughing desperately, Casey looked around to get his bearing. He heard a pained yell come from Zeke. Slowly, he looked up over the table and watched everything happening. Zeke had saved him and in return, Casey had to use the time he now had usefully. Absently, he reached into the drawer and pulled out the can he had noticed earlier. Sure enough, it was mace. The can Coach Willis had confiscated off of Delilah a few weeks ago. He looked over to the alien to see her advancing towards Zeke and as soon as she was close enough, Casey bound from behind the desk and jumped between Zeke and the alien.
There was a loud angry roar from the alien and she moved one of her tentacles to sway at Casey. However, the boy dodged and quickly sprayed the liquid mace onto her now exposed wound.
Immediately, Miss Burke began to scream in pain. She backed away from Casey, but he advanced on her, spraying all the contents of the can onto her body. Immediately, the alien reacted; she wreathed frantically and uncontrollably. Her eyes blackened in pain. Her dark green and sliming skin began to dry and shrivel up. And her tentacles whipped and thrashed about. One slapped Casey so hard he fell backwards. He watched in horror as the creature then began to disintegrate. The mace was working; she was dying.
The screams were horrid. Both Zeke and Casey were forced to cover their ears as the alien screamed. When all was done, silence fell in the health room. Even the baby that caused Casey to be caught had run out of steam to cry. Was it over? Casey thought to himself. The true Queen, the Mother Queen was dead?
The two men sat side by side then, sweating and gasping for breath. Casey looked to Zeke with eyes of pity. "I-I'm Sorry, Zeke," he said, understanding the way the man had felt about Miss Burke. But Zeke shook it off. He moved his good hand up to Casey and patted him on the back. "It had to be done man," he said with exhaustion. After a few moments, Zeke began to move again. He forced himself to stand and look down at Casey. "Are you ready to go?"
Casey hurt all over, but nothing could stop him from leaving the health room where the alien lay dead. He nodded and forced himself to crawl down the hall. Zeke followed him and aided the younger boy by helping him stand and allowing him to use Zeke's arm as a crutch. But Zeke was also in pain. His wrist felt crushed but it was nothing compared to his broken heart. It seemed silly he would feel so attached to the teacher. She was right, there was a bond between them. But there was nothing left of that bond. She was dead.
Casey's limbs ached and he felt a trickle of blood from his forehead yet he continued to crawl down the hall with Zeke's support. After what seemed like hours, The two came to Casey's desired location. Morgace. She still lay by the staircase, still and silent. Casey could not go on, he did what he had to do and now, he just wanted to rest beside the only one he thought could understand him.
He wished it had been Delilah though. To die in her arms would have been a wonderful ending to the story. He did not blame her for not believing him though. She came out true in the end. A smile appeared on Casey's lips then as he thought of Delilah. He would miss her very much but he hoped that Delilah would now be safe from the aliens so she could continue her life.
"Casey?" came a slight moan. Casey looked over to Morgance. She was alive. Her eyes were open in slits and she looked terribly pale. Zeke laid Casey besides the girl, and sighed as he too sat down to relax after their ordeal. Casey took Morgance's hand and lay beside her. "Is it over?" Asked Morgance weakly.
Casey sighed and nodded before wrapping an arm weakly over her frame. "Yes," he gasped. "It's over." Casey then closed his eyes and let the unconsciousness overpower him...
Sakura123: Yes, yay for Delilah, but let's get back to our Beloved hero, Eli-I mean, Casey...hehehe
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The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 12 ~ survival of the Fittest
Casey was searching each room on the second floor for any signs of Miss Burke. Darkness danced all around Casey and shadows were everywhere. His heart thumped rapidly and he was unsure what to expect when the missing teacher did show up. Carefully looking through the window of each door, Casey tried to be as quiet as he could. "Quiet as a mouse," he mumbled to himself.
"I didn't think mice were too quiet," said a feminine voice from behind Casey. He turned around and was surprised to see Morgance standing there. She had followed him after he told her not too. Her frame was silhouetted in the shadows and Casey began to feel uncomfortable at the moment. She then came closer.
"Morgance, you shouldn't be here," Casey whispered. "You might get hurt."
However, Morgance came up to Casey and lifted a finger to his lips signaling him to be quiet. She then smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with passion. Casey melted into the kiss but then tensed as he tried to keep control of his emotions. Pulling Morgance off of him, Casey pleaded that she leave before she gets hurt. But Morgance did not listen, she turned Casey around until his back was facing a wall and pushed him against it. The two began kissing rapidly again. Morgance was unyielding and Casey found it a struggle to push her off. At that moment, Morgance pulled away and looked at Casey. "You should just give in Casey, you can't win."
"Oh, believe me," Casey returned. "I would love to just give in right now, but I can't." Casey was beginning to breathe heavier as Morgance forced herself on him but then Casey's senses began to return. She was not talking about giving into her for pleasure. He should have known that she would have been turned sooner or later. He wondered when it happened. When she came running from outside the gym? Perhaps maybe before then?
Casey looked into her eyes and saw emptiness there. He had the S.K.A.T. and he had to use it on her. It was survival of the fittest. If he did not kill her, she would kill him first with no questions asked. Yet Casey found it a struggle to meet such turns. She had been such a friend to him. He had allowed her to get too close.
Morgance began kissing Casey's neck and ear. Too close, he mused to himself. He felt himself going limp. Maybe giving in was not so bad? Morgance respected him more than Delilah ever had or ever could. Wouldn't it be worth it to just become like her?
Casey shuddered at the touch but as he allowed himself to fall to the girl's charms, he began to remember Delilah. Walking through the school with her hanging on his arm, teasing him about foolish behaviors or comments he made. He could smell her: the sent of lilac, sweet and lovely as if she were almost standing in a bed of them. "I...can't" he gasped. Morgance kissed his lips again but Casey struggled. "No, I love...I love Delilah." The, as if to answer Casey's decision, a surge of pain thrust through Casey's shoulder. Morgance had bitten him. Grunting in reaction, Casey thrust the girl away from his neck. Suddenly, Casey's senses had returned. He looked coldly to the girl and moved his hand down to his pant pocket for the new SKAT. He would not let them win, not this time and not ever. Morgance was not Morgance anymore; he had to remember that. However, Casey found that his pockets were completely empty. Nothing was there. Where were the pens Zeke had given him?
Pulling away, Morgance grinned at Casey with an evil stare. She giggled before lifting up her hand to reveal that she was holding a pen. "Lose something?" she asked playfully before unscrewing the cap and letting the drug fall down the to floor. She then took the emptied pen shell and lifted her arm to attack Casey. But just as she was about to thrust it into Casey's chest, Casey grabbed Morgance's wrist and began to struggle for his life. The girl was unnaturally strong but Casey could not let her overcome him. They banged into walls and doors until the two came to the flight of stairs. It was Casey's only way to survive this. He had to push her down.
Once she was in position, Casey pushed, but not before Morgance grabbed his shirt. The two then went tumbling down the flight of steps. The loud thumping and yells of pain filled the echoing halls until both students came to a stop at the bottom of the staircase. Silence and stillness then crept through the hallway. Casey laid on his side in a fetal position afraid that one move would cripple him. After a few moments, Casey finally rolled onto his back so that he could flatten himself out. His head pounded from hitting the stairs and his eyesight seemed blurry. 'Wonderful,' he thought to himself. 'Now I can't even see if I am being attacked.'
Suddenly, Casey's thoughts were interrupted by a whimper from behind him. He shifted his head to the side where the sound came from and there, sprawled out on the ground, was Morgance. She was in a terrible position and it seemed as if she could hardly move. The pen was still clenched tightly in her hand but despite the danger, Casey had to make sure she was all right. He struggled to get up on his legs and when he managed to do so, he crawled to Morgance's side. He had to pry the empty pen out of her hand and dropped it on the floor. She made no motions to fight Casey but she did manage to open her eyes into slits so that she could see who was beside her.
Fear filled Casey's heart as he slipped the girl into his arms. He was unsure how badly she was injured. "Morgance," he whispered to her but the only reaction he got was another whimper. She looked up to him and then suddenly, she became still and closed her eyelids. Tears swelled in Casey's eyes; he had killed her. Grief filled him and he bent his head down. "What have I done?"
"Oh, isn't this a depressing sight," said Miss Burke as she walked up to the two. Casey looked up immediate and felt his tears of sorrow turn into tears of anger and hate. "You!" he growled but this only caused the other woman to laugh at him. She leaned up against the stair railing and looked down at Casey. "Haven't you learned not to run and play around stairs, you'll never know when you could get hurt."
Casey said nothing; he just lifted his hand to his face to wipe the tears away. Sniffling, he looked down at Morgance. It wasn't her fault she was infected; he could have found another way to stop her, what had come over him? For a moment, Miss. Burke did not exist; Casey just watched the girl under him and stroked her chestnut hair out of her eyes. When he finished, he stood up without saying one word, stepped over her body and then stood before Miss Burke. His eyes were cold and flat, fighting to hide his true emotions. "This has gone on far enough," he said to the woman.
Miss. Burke nodded at his comment and then stepped closer to Casey. "Yes, it has. Now I am here to finish what I started." She then lifted out a pen of white powder from her purse pocket. She smiled at it and threw it down at Casey. He picked up the pen slowly, looking at it, cursing it. If only he had gotten to the new SKAT pen before Morgance dumped it. "They really jack you up." She commented. "But not me, I am afraid that stuff is useless on me now. But you can try."
Casey did try. He picked up the pen and lifted it up in an attack position. However, Miss Burke grabbed Casey's wrist, preventing him from going through with striking her. She forced Casey's arm downward and then she grabbed him by the neck with her free hand and pressed him against the wall. Casey made no move, nor did he seem scared. He just looked at her defiantly as she studied him. "Do you know how long I have waited to kill you, Casey?" she asked as her left hand came up and stroked the boy's cheek with her fingernail. "I had ordered that no one touch you, I had many chances to turn you into one of us, but I did not want that. I wanted you to suffer. I wanted you to loose all that you held dear so that you knew how I felt when my daughter died."
Casey began to find it hard to swallow now because Miss. Burke was beginning to tighten her grip around his neck. A smile of satisfaction slipped along her face as she watched him fight to preserve himself. His left hand came up to the wrist of the arm around his neck and he tried desperately to fight her off. His eyes closed and he furrowed his eyebrows in the pain.
"This is how my child felt when her life was being slowly terminated when you stuck that damn pen in her eye!" Miss. Burke growled. "Slowly her breathing became harsh and her throat so dry. Her skin tightening up around her, shrinking her until she felt she was ripping to pieces. And you watched as she screamed for mercy." She tightened her fingers even worse around Casey's neck and soon, his eyes began to roll back in his head. He was loosing consciousness and he could hear himself wheezing for air. When would it end, just kill him now! No, if she killed him, who would save the others? Casey had to fight, but he had nothing. Just then, Casey remembered the pen. He was still holding it tightly. Twirling it in his hand, he forced himself to look at Miss. Burke one more time and while she was busy concentrating on the pain on his face, she was unsuspecting when Casey threw his arm up and jabbed the point of the pen into her chest.
With a loud scream, Miss. Burke let go of Casey just long enough for him to make his way out of the hallway. He grabbed the pen of S.K.A.T. Miss Burke had dropped at his feet and ran away from the scene as fast as he could. The halls were dark and Casey still could not see as clearly as he should, but he felt that his eyes were slowly healing. As he ran, he could hear Miss Burke following him in a steady but speedy rhythm. He did not have much time, there had to be a way to defeat her. The S.K.A.T in the pen would not work unless he could fine mace. Casey let out a tired moan as he almost collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion and hopelessness. Where the hell was he going to find mace in the high school?
"Casey, I counted to one hundred, come out," Miss Burke called as she walked down one of the halls. Casey knew she would come down the hall and see him; he was right in the open. He had to find a place to hide. Running down the hall, he began to check the doors of the classrooms. However, they were all locked. Every door he tried would not budge. Sweat poured down Casey's brow, the clicking of Burke's heals were coming closer.
Suddenly, Casey came to a stop between the janitor's closet or health room. He looked between the two before trying the Health Room. It clicked open and instantly, he dove at the health room and quickly closed the door shut.
The room was dark and cluttered. Casey's eyes squinted, searching for a way out, but there were none. He stumbled past a few tables and then stopped when he heard the heels clicking louder. She was coming! Looking back at the door, Casey could see Miss. Burke's shadow from down the hallway. Dropping to the ground, the boy crawled behind Coach Willis' table just as the door opened and Miss Burke walked inside. "Casey," she cooed. "Come out. I'm not going to hurt you. Much."
Casey forced his breathing to shorten as the clicking came closer to the table he was hiding under. All sounds except for the pounding his Casey's heart seemed to stop. It was deafening in the room but Casey did not risk making any sort of sound. She leaned slightly across the table, inspecting the room but she saw no sign of her prey. She only saw model skeletons and dozens of mechanical babies sprawled out in the room.
Finally, Miss Burke moved away from the table and walked towards the door. "All right Casey, I guess your not here," she said softly before walking quickly out of the room. Casey was finally alone and safe for the moment. He let go of his breath and leaned up against the desk. After a few moments, he reached up to the table and began to pull himself up. However, as he did so, he grabbed a round shape rather then the hard wood of the tabletop.
Before he knew it, one of the baby dolls tumbled off the table and onto his lap. It burst into a fit of wails and screams that penetrated through the air like a knife through butter. "Shhhh, Oh come on, shut up!" Casey growled. Getting up with the doll, he looked around the table for the key that would stop the baby from crying. He began opening and closing the drawers as quickly as he could, searching for the key but he was having no luck. Finally, he found the drawer that held the keys. But there was not just one key in the drawer, there were about twelve of them. Letting out a grunt of frustration, he reached in and began looking for the one key that fit.
As the baby cried on, and Casey cursed under his breath at each false key, the hard clicking of heels was heard, causing Casey to stop and look at the door. She was coming back. With new vigor, Casey suddenly moved faster and clumsier. The drawer was near empty and the child's wails were growing steadily louder. "Damn it!" he growled before loosing all his patience and throwing the fake child across the room. He then looked around and saw the window. At that moment, it was his only chance of escape.
Casey ran to the window and began to force it open. The window budged slightly and Casey pulled over a table, climbed on it and then kicked the window repeatedly until it shattered open. A smile pierced Casey's lips as his hope began to come back. Once he got out of the school, he could run back to the gym and warn the others and then call for help. If there was anyone whom they could trust to help, that is. Casey lifted his foot up, breaking any loose glass away and made his way out the window. However, just as he was about to do so, a hand grabbed Casey by his collar and pulled him back into the classroom.
"I thought I heard something in here," said a harsh feminine voice. "Mice can be so noisy at times?"
Casey looked up, wide-eyed with fear and before he knew it, he was being thrown across the room. He let out a yelp of pain from slamming his arm into a desk. Miss Burke walked after him soon after and he found himself cowering from her. This made her smile with pleasure. "It's good to see you squirming, Casey," she stated before quickening her pace. She grabbed Casey again, pulled up him to his feet and then threw him again across the room.
Casey felt stunned. His ears were ringing and he just wanted to collapse. A moan escaped his lips and he tried desperately to force himself to stand. He fell back down onto his knees though and he could hear Burke laughing with delight. "Not so quick on your feet now, are you?" she asked, grabbing his shirt one more time.
It was this instant, the alien within Miss Burke decided to show itself. Casey watched helplessly as Miss Burke's frame melted and expanded into a large creature. Its eyes were harsh and red and its teeth were exposed. The creature pulled Casey closer to her and through the extra layers of mucus covered skin, a smile of victory appeared. Casey looked into her eyes, now red and menacing. He began to tremble at her touch and turned his face away. If this was his end, his wished not to see her face when it happened.
It was then, Casey realized his site was getting better. He could see more clearly. At first, Casey cursed fate for it. That he would be granted his sight just so he can have a last look at the alien before he was killed. However, what he saw gave Casey the hope he needed to push onward for survival. There was a can of mace in Coach Willis' drawer where the keys were. He had not seen it before but he knew it was Delilah's. The can the coach had once taken away from Delilah was now his only chance. But he was too far from the desk to grab the can. Looking back at the alien, a grin appeared on his face.
A screech from the alien was heard and the creature cocked its head with curiosity. It had noticed Casey's sudden change in mood. "What is so funny?" the creature forced out in a harsh croak.
"Nothing," Casey replied with a shrug, trying desperately to hide his shaking. "I was just thinking that even if I die, there are others who will kill you in my place."
"We'll see about that," she then lifted Casey off his feet. She held him by his neck and the weight and pressure against Casey's throat caused him to gag. A moment, later, the alien threw Casey again.
"Hey!" Zeke growled as he entered the room. He and the others had agreed to split up in search for Morgance. Zeke was the first to find her body at the foot of the stairs. He knew Casey would be in trouble and sure enough, here he was at the mercy of this alien. The alien he knew was Miss Burke. Taking a deep breath, he pushed those thoughts out of his mind. The world depended on him keeping his emotions in tact.
The alien turned towards Zeke. The only emotion able to be seen was a bit of pleasure in the alien's eyes. New blood. It thought to itself. Casey was left reeling on the ground behind the desk. His senses were knocked out for the moment so he was of no concern to the alien. However, Zeke was.
As the creature walked towards the man, its form chanced back into Miss Burke's. She was naked and in her chest was the pen Casey had previously impaled into the woman. She looked seductively towards Zeke. She then advanced slowly until Zeke pulled out one of his pens. He eyed her challengingly, ready to attack if she dared moved any closer. "Zekey," said Miss Burke, adding a gentle pout to her lips. "Would you really kill me? Am I really as bad a teacher as all the others?"
"You are no teacher," Zeke said hesitantly. "You're an alien."
"And I thought we taught you kids to respect diversity." Miss Burke smiled and leaned against one of the desks. She grinned wickedly and then walked around the table slowly. Zeke moved alone with her so that their distance was constantly equal from one another.
"Zeke," Miss Burke stated thoughtfully. Her voice gentle and soothing. "I never once doubted your skills. Your potential. Your...stamina. I always believed in you. You might say, I am attracted to you. Or maybe the two of us have something in common."
"I see nothing in common between us," Zeke spat back. His eyes diverted quickly towards Casey, still lying on the floor. Then they returned to Burke. He allowed her to get closer and then stepped back. "Except that I have a pen and you are going to be stabbed with it."
"Oh yes," Burke laughed musically. "The pens. Interesting tools," she added. "But will they stop us in the end? We will always come back, Zeke. Always. Why not just invite us here with open arms? It would be better in the end Zeke. And you and me, we could rule this planet together. You wouldn't need to be made into something Zeke. You make something out of everyone else."
"Yea," Zeke sniffed as he held his arm up higher. "Mindless zombies. No Miss Burke, I'm afraid this is one lesson I will just have to fail." At that, Zeke darted towards Miss Burke to jab the pen into her. But the alien's reflexes were too quick. She grabbed Zeke's wrist and clutched tightly to the point that the bones gave out, causing the man to drop the pen onto the ground. Zeke let out a pained yell and found himself on his knees; his wrist still held by the alien.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Zekey-Boy." At that, The alien transformed once again into the creature it truly was. Zeke gasped, feeling his wrist give out some more as the alien's strength increased. Before long, Zeke also was thrown against a wall. He looked up to see the alien advancing toward him, so with all his energy began to move away. He was not giving up without a fight.
Behind the teacher's desk, Casey awoke from his stunned senses. Coughing desperately, Casey looked around to get his bearing. He heard a pained yell come from Zeke. Slowly, he looked up over the table and watched everything happening. Zeke had saved him and in return, Casey had to use the time he now had usefully. Absently, he reached into the drawer and pulled out the can he had noticed earlier. Sure enough, it was mace. The can Coach Willis had confiscated off of Delilah a few weeks ago. He looked over to the alien to see her advancing towards Zeke and as soon as she was close enough, Casey bound from behind the desk and jumped between Zeke and the alien.
There was a loud angry roar from the alien and she moved one of her tentacles to sway at Casey. However, the boy dodged and quickly sprayed the liquid mace onto her now exposed wound.
Immediately, Miss Burke began to scream in pain. She backed away from Casey, but he advanced on her, spraying all the contents of the can onto her body. Immediately, the alien reacted; she wreathed frantically and uncontrollably. Her eyes blackened in pain. Her dark green and sliming skin began to dry and shrivel up. And her tentacles whipped and thrashed about. One slapped Casey so hard he fell backwards. He watched in horror as the creature then began to disintegrate. The mace was working; she was dying.
The screams were horrid. Both Zeke and Casey were forced to cover their ears as the alien screamed. When all was done, silence fell in the health room. Even the baby that caused Casey to be caught had run out of steam to cry. Was it over? Casey thought to himself. The true Queen, the Mother Queen was dead?
The two men sat side by side then, sweating and gasping for breath. Casey looked to Zeke with eyes of pity. "I-I'm Sorry, Zeke," he said, understanding the way the man had felt about Miss Burke. But Zeke shook it off. He moved his good hand up to Casey and patted him on the back. "It had to be done man," he said with exhaustion. After a few moments, Zeke began to move again. He forced himself to stand and look down at Casey. "Are you ready to go?"
Casey hurt all over, but nothing could stop him from leaving the health room where the alien lay dead. He nodded and forced himself to crawl down the hall. Zeke followed him and aided the younger boy by helping him stand and allowing him to use Zeke's arm as a crutch. But Zeke was also in pain. His wrist felt crushed but it was nothing compared to his broken heart. It seemed silly he would feel so attached to the teacher. She was right, there was a bond between them. But there was nothing left of that bond. She was dead.
Casey's limbs ached and he felt a trickle of blood from his forehead yet he continued to crawl down the hall with Zeke's support. After what seemed like hours, The two came to Casey's desired location. Morgace. She still lay by the staircase, still and silent. Casey could not go on, he did what he had to do and now, he just wanted to rest beside the only one he thought could understand him.
He wished it had been Delilah though. To die in her arms would have been a wonderful ending to the story. He did not blame her for not believing him though. She came out true in the end. A smile appeared on Casey's lips then as he thought of Delilah. He would miss her very much but he hoped that Delilah would now be safe from the aliens so she could continue her life.
"Casey?" came a slight moan. Casey looked over to Morgance. She was alive. Her eyes were open in slits and she looked terribly pale. Zeke laid Casey besides the girl, and sighed as he too sat down to relax after their ordeal. Casey took Morgance's hand and lay beside her. "Is it over?" Asked Morgance weakly.
Casey sighed and nodded before wrapping an arm weakly over her frame. "Yes," he gasped. "It's over." Casey then closed his eyes and let the unconsciousness overpower him...