~Chapter Six: Rachel~
"Hey, baby, you wanna shiver my timbers?" I rolled my eyes and sighed, it was the third time I'd heard that line and I'd only been here twenty minutes.
Tobias was off getting me a drink and looks like short, dark and Cro-Magnon here took that as a sign I was fair game, I pouted and beckoned, he leered and loomed, I put my mouth up by his ear. "Listen shitbrick you put a hand on me I'll make like a pirate and rip off your family jewels, jam them up your treasure chest until you sing 'Bucket o' Blood', we clear?"
"I've never been so turned on, meet me in the broom closet?"
"Fuck off Marco."
"Alright, alright, you can't blame a guy for trying." Marco walked off and immediately started in on another girl, Tobias came up and handed me my drink.
"He bothering you?" He asked seriously.
I smiled "No, just Marco being Marco, y'know."
"Oh I know, too well." Tobias drawled.
I took a sip that slowly turned into a gulp and finally came up for air having worked up my nerve. "Listen, Tobias, I wanted to show you something, in the bedroom."
"Oh?" He paused, his eyes widening, "Oh. You mean?"
I just nodded, he smiled "Well come on then, lets, ah, shiver some timbers ey?"
I laughed and took him by the arm, "Oh you."
~Chapter Seven: 3rd person~
"So then I realised that all present matter is linked intricately through little threads of time and space throughout all previous events and all events yet to come."
"A butterfly flaps it's wings in China, a hurricane starts in America..."
"Precisely, as the slight shift in air current from a butterfly's wings may add little to the change in wind speed resulting in a dramatic change such as a hurricane it is still tied to it, though in a way we cannot fathom and in such a way is all events previously linked to this precise moment in space and time and this moment shall forever be preserved as it is now eternally linked with a plethora of possibilities."
"Man, you are so fuckin' wasted."
Ben laughed and sucked on his joint "Yeah I know, ain't it a way."
The surrounding stoners laughed appreciatively and for no good reason.
"Man, I got me the munchies, I'm making a run to the kitchen." Ben said finally and on the third attempt got up and staggered out of the room.
Apart from a sizable beer can pyramid on the counter and a writhing couple on his kitchen table nothing much was out of the ordinary, "You mind? I eat breakfast there, roll two spaces to your left." The couple obliged and he continued to the cupboard.
As he reached for a bag on Doritos cheese supreme an ominous knocking came from the backyard door BANG, BANG, BANG actually it wasn't so much the knock as the groaning of "Brains, brains, dead by dawn..." that made it a touch unnerving.
Ben looked to the door, to the couple, to the Doritos, to the door, to the couple, to the Doritos, to the door, to the couple, to the Doritos "Hey free bey blade in every pack!" He shook his head "Oh right the door."
He dropped the chips and walked past the couple "Don't get up on my account, I'll get it." He said unnecessarily. When he opened the door Matt stood as if questioning but something was different about him, his skin was grey and mottled and hung off his bones as if two sizes too large, blood had splattered down his shirt, he was still smoking but as he inhaled the smoke drifted out a gaping hole in the side of his neck.
"Soo cold, soo hungry.."
"Damnit Matt I'm not buying it, you wanna smoke you stay outside."
Matt stayed silent, swaying slowly back and forth.
Ben studied him "You feeling ok man? Cause you look like shit."
Matt planted a decaying hand on Ben's chest and shoved, he flew backwards, finally slamming through the can pyramid and sprawling on the kitchen floor.
The couple finally looked up from each other and spied the monstrosity advancing through the door with more at his back "AHH! Zombies!" They screamed.
"Oy, somehow I always knew I'd go this way." Ben moaned.
The zombies descended on the party in their ravenous search for brains, sexy co-eds, and the unique energy signature that the Animorphs provided.
~Chapter Eight: Marco~
"So I said, Orange you glad I didn't say banana again?"
Sitting raptly on the sofa were the Jonson twins, Lisa and Kim, they giggled "You're funny Marco." They simultaneously declared.
"See, sober people don't get me." I said, sending them into fresh peals of laughter, naturally.
As the giggling died off again I grinned and motioned to the girls' outfits, both identical blue gingham dresses and matching blond pigtails. "So exactly who are you girls supposed to be?"
"I'm Dorothy from 'Wizard of Oz' of course." smiled Lisa.
"You're a naughty Dorothy aren't you?" She giggled and blushed.
Expecting an answer as identical as the twins I turned to Kim "And Kim, I got no idea who you're supposed to be."
"I'm Lydia Bennet." Kim replied, "The youngest of the five Bennet daughters in Jane Austin's 19th century feminist novel 'Pride and Prejudice'."
"Uh. . . You're a naughty. . . Feminist chick." Kim giggled. "Listen girls, what say we take this conversation too.."
Suddenly I was rudely interrupted by screaming and moaning from across the room, I looked over as stumbling living dead came bursting into the room, tearing through the drunken party goers.
"Again with the zombies." I turned to the matching pair of hotties, "Hold that thought."
I dashed across the floor and ran straight into Jake and Cassie, Jake whipped off his sheet "Guys, I think we may have a problem."
"Oh gee, well thanks for the update fearless leader, you know for a second there I was wondering about what was going on, but now that I know we have a problem well shit, guess that's sorted out."
"You know I'm really getting sick of your attitude Marco." He stepped aside as a lunging zombie roaring after a young woman came through, "I was just commenting on the situation and I really don't think sarcasm was necessary, or useful."
"Boys." Cassie interrupted, "I think it might be prudent if we maybe moved this conversation elsewhere no?"
"Good point, I thought of it first." Jake agreed. Stumbling up behind him, through the drunken victims and their undead assailants came Ben looking worse for wear.
"Guys, I know this sounds crazy, but I think the dead have come back to life." He said, panting slightly.
"Oh Christ!" I exclaimed and started to turn away.
"No wait." He shook his head, "That's not what I meant to tell you, I think I know what to do, quick, to my bedroom!" And he started away from the living room, "Scuse me, scuse me..."
I looked at Jake, Jake looked at Cassie, Cassie looked at Jake, Jake looked at me, we all shrugged and went to follow.
~Chapter Nine: 3rd person, again, I gotta make a decision at some point this is getting off putting~
The three Animorphs and Ben burst into Ben's room followed closely by groaning masses of the undead, Ben slammed the door behind him. "There, you gotta jiggle the knob a little if you wanna get in, it'll take them a while to figure out, we're safe."
The floor was littered with clothes, posters lined the walls, most notably a 'The Hills Have Eyes' poster adoring his closet door, a lava lamp and sizable bong sat on his desk amongst a scatter of papers.
"Nice room." Cassie muttered "And just what's that on your desk?"
Ben followed her gaze. "What are you an idiot? It's a lava lamp." Her sigh of indignation was interrupted by a horrible moaning sound from by the open window!
"Oh no! Zombie!" Jake squealed.
"Not with my luck." Ben walked over to his bed (which was by the open window, what? What?) "Damnit I told you people, use my parents bedroom or my little bro's converted crib thing, not. My. Room." And he whipped off the sheets.
"Rachel!" Cried Marco.
"Tobias!" Cried Cassie.
"Nice ass!" Cried Ben.
"Perverts! Get the hell out!" Cried Rachel.
"Sorry Sweet cheeks but no can do. The dead have risen, killing, blood everywhere, firm, proud buttocks... Smooth skin... Weird mole on upper thigh..." Ben looked up, "Sorry I lost my train on thought. What's happening again?"
"Zombies!" Jake yelled "And lots of them! With the killing! And the biting! And the obscure movie references!"
"Right now I fail to see the importance." Tobias said with a tremor in his voice, then he groaned sadly "All is lost."
"Now now Tobias." Cassie said, keeping her eyes carefully averted. "We've gotten out of worse than this before."
"That wasn't what I was referring too... Ah fuck it, lets just go." He got up and started pulling on his pants, Rachel wrapped the sheet around her, eyeing Ben suspiciously and begun grabbing for her clothes.
"So what the hell are we gonna do?" Ben asked the others.
"I thought you had a solution!" Marco demanded.
"Oh yeah right, my cousin." Ben said after brief thought.
"I fail to see the part of this that includes help" Rachel muttered.
"Hey hey baby." Ben protested, picking up a mobile phone from his clothes coated floor, "I'll give him a ring-a-ding-ding and we'll just see huh?"
A conveniently short distance away Ben's cousin sat in the darkness, drinking like a deeply depressed fish and ignoring the ringing at his doorbell. He hated Halloween, last year had really been the icing on the cake though, that 'incident' with that unfortunate group of trick-or-treaters, store-bought costumes were just to damn high quality these days, how's a man supposed to know what he's aiming at?
The phone beside him rang and after a moments hesitation he picked it up. "Yeah?" Then listened for a moment.
"Ben, you're not high again are you?" He said finally, listened, "Alright stupid question, but you're sure they're already dead this time right?"
He listened "Okay, I'm on my way." Though there was no strain in his rough voice as he put down the phone he clenched and the receiver snapped in two, He held up his hand, metal, whacked right off a suit of armour it's dented surface caught the moonlight streaming through the window for a moment.
"Damn Deadites, I lose more phones that way."
***To Be Continued***
Britz-Who here recognises Ben's mysterious stranger cousin of debatable fame? No culture those of you who don't, no bloody culture at all.
"Hey, baby, you wanna shiver my timbers?" I rolled my eyes and sighed, it was the third time I'd heard that line and I'd only been here twenty minutes.
Tobias was off getting me a drink and looks like short, dark and Cro-Magnon here took that as a sign I was fair game, I pouted and beckoned, he leered and loomed, I put my mouth up by his ear. "Listen shitbrick you put a hand on me I'll make like a pirate and rip off your family jewels, jam them up your treasure chest until you sing 'Bucket o' Blood', we clear?"
"I've never been so turned on, meet me in the broom closet?"
"Fuck off Marco."
"Alright, alright, you can't blame a guy for trying." Marco walked off and immediately started in on another girl, Tobias came up and handed me my drink.
"He bothering you?" He asked seriously.
I smiled "No, just Marco being Marco, y'know."
"Oh I know, too well." Tobias drawled.
I took a sip that slowly turned into a gulp and finally came up for air having worked up my nerve. "Listen, Tobias, I wanted to show you something, in the bedroom."
"Oh?" He paused, his eyes widening, "Oh. You mean?"
I just nodded, he smiled "Well come on then, lets, ah, shiver some timbers ey?"
I laughed and took him by the arm, "Oh you."
~Chapter Seven: 3rd person~
"So then I realised that all present matter is linked intricately through little threads of time and space throughout all previous events and all events yet to come."
"A butterfly flaps it's wings in China, a hurricane starts in America..."
"Precisely, as the slight shift in air current from a butterfly's wings may add little to the change in wind speed resulting in a dramatic change such as a hurricane it is still tied to it, though in a way we cannot fathom and in such a way is all events previously linked to this precise moment in space and time and this moment shall forever be preserved as it is now eternally linked with a plethora of possibilities."
"Man, you are so fuckin' wasted."
Ben laughed and sucked on his joint "Yeah I know, ain't it a way."
The surrounding stoners laughed appreciatively and for no good reason.
"Man, I got me the munchies, I'm making a run to the kitchen." Ben said finally and on the third attempt got up and staggered out of the room.
Apart from a sizable beer can pyramid on the counter and a writhing couple on his kitchen table nothing much was out of the ordinary, "You mind? I eat breakfast there, roll two spaces to your left." The couple obliged and he continued to the cupboard.
As he reached for a bag on Doritos cheese supreme an ominous knocking came from the backyard door BANG, BANG, BANG actually it wasn't so much the knock as the groaning of "Brains, brains, dead by dawn..." that made it a touch unnerving.
Ben looked to the door, to the couple, to the Doritos, to the door, to the couple, to the Doritos, to the door, to the couple, to the Doritos "Hey free bey blade in every pack!" He shook his head "Oh right the door."
He dropped the chips and walked past the couple "Don't get up on my account, I'll get it." He said unnecessarily. When he opened the door Matt stood as if questioning but something was different about him, his skin was grey and mottled and hung off his bones as if two sizes too large, blood had splattered down his shirt, he was still smoking but as he inhaled the smoke drifted out a gaping hole in the side of his neck.
"Soo cold, soo hungry.."
"Damnit Matt I'm not buying it, you wanna smoke you stay outside."
Matt stayed silent, swaying slowly back and forth.
Ben studied him "You feeling ok man? Cause you look like shit."
Matt planted a decaying hand on Ben's chest and shoved, he flew backwards, finally slamming through the can pyramid and sprawling on the kitchen floor.
The couple finally looked up from each other and spied the monstrosity advancing through the door with more at his back "AHH! Zombies!" They screamed.
"Oy, somehow I always knew I'd go this way." Ben moaned.
The zombies descended on the party in their ravenous search for brains, sexy co-eds, and the unique energy signature that the Animorphs provided.
~Chapter Eight: Marco~
"So I said, Orange you glad I didn't say banana again?"
Sitting raptly on the sofa were the Jonson twins, Lisa and Kim, they giggled "You're funny Marco." They simultaneously declared.
"See, sober people don't get me." I said, sending them into fresh peals of laughter, naturally.
As the giggling died off again I grinned and motioned to the girls' outfits, both identical blue gingham dresses and matching blond pigtails. "So exactly who are you girls supposed to be?"
"I'm Dorothy from 'Wizard of Oz' of course." smiled Lisa.
"You're a naughty Dorothy aren't you?" She giggled and blushed.
Expecting an answer as identical as the twins I turned to Kim "And Kim, I got no idea who you're supposed to be."
"I'm Lydia Bennet." Kim replied, "The youngest of the five Bennet daughters in Jane Austin's 19th century feminist novel 'Pride and Prejudice'."
"Uh. . . You're a naughty. . . Feminist chick." Kim giggled. "Listen girls, what say we take this conversation too.."
Suddenly I was rudely interrupted by screaming and moaning from across the room, I looked over as stumbling living dead came bursting into the room, tearing through the drunken party goers.
"Again with the zombies." I turned to the matching pair of hotties, "Hold that thought."
I dashed across the floor and ran straight into Jake and Cassie, Jake whipped off his sheet "Guys, I think we may have a problem."
"Oh gee, well thanks for the update fearless leader, you know for a second there I was wondering about what was going on, but now that I know we have a problem well shit, guess that's sorted out."
"You know I'm really getting sick of your attitude Marco." He stepped aside as a lunging zombie roaring after a young woman came through, "I was just commenting on the situation and I really don't think sarcasm was necessary, or useful."
"Boys." Cassie interrupted, "I think it might be prudent if we maybe moved this conversation elsewhere no?"
"Good point, I thought of it first." Jake agreed. Stumbling up behind him, through the drunken victims and their undead assailants came Ben looking worse for wear.
"Guys, I know this sounds crazy, but I think the dead have come back to life." He said, panting slightly.
"Oh Christ!" I exclaimed and started to turn away.
"No wait." He shook his head, "That's not what I meant to tell you, I think I know what to do, quick, to my bedroom!" And he started away from the living room, "Scuse me, scuse me..."
I looked at Jake, Jake looked at Cassie, Cassie looked at Jake, Jake looked at me, we all shrugged and went to follow.
~Chapter Nine: 3rd person, again, I gotta make a decision at some point this is getting off putting~
The three Animorphs and Ben burst into Ben's room followed closely by groaning masses of the undead, Ben slammed the door behind him. "There, you gotta jiggle the knob a little if you wanna get in, it'll take them a while to figure out, we're safe."
The floor was littered with clothes, posters lined the walls, most notably a 'The Hills Have Eyes' poster adoring his closet door, a lava lamp and sizable bong sat on his desk amongst a scatter of papers.
"Nice room." Cassie muttered "And just what's that on your desk?"
Ben followed her gaze. "What are you an idiot? It's a lava lamp." Her sigh of indignation was interrupted by a horrible moaning sound from by the open window!
"Oh no! Zombie!" Jake squealed.
"Not with my luck." Ben walked over to his bed (which was by the open window, what? What?) "Damnit I told you people, use my parents bedroom or my little bro's converted crib thing, not. My. Room." And he whipped off the sheets.
"Rachel!" Cried Marco.
"Tobias!" Cried Cassie.
"Nice ass!" Cried Ben.
"Perverts! Get the hell out!" Cried Rachel.
"Sorry Sweet cheeks but no can do. The dead have risen, killing, blood everywhere, firm, proud buttocks... Smooth skin... Weird mole on upper thigh..." Ben looked up, "Sorry I lost my train on thought. What's happening again?"
"Zombies!" Jake yelled "And lots of them! With the killing! And the biting! And the obscure movie references!"
"Right now I fail to see the importance." Tobias said with a tremor in his voice, then he groaned sadly "All is lost."
"Now now Tobias." Cassie said, keeping her eyes carefully averted. "We've gotten out of worse than this before."
"That wasn't what I was referring too... Ah fuck it, lets just go." He got up and started pulling on his pants, Rachel wrapped the sheet around her, eyeing Ben suspiciously and begun grabbing for her clothes.
"So what the hell are we gonna do?" Ben asked the others.
"I thought you had a solution!" Marco demanded.
"Oh yeah right, my cousin." Ben said after brief thought.
"I fail to see the part of this that includes help" Rachel muttered.
"Hey hey baby." Ben protested, picking up a mobile phone from his clothes coated floor, "I'll give him a ring-a-ding-ding and we'll just see huh?"
A conveniently short distance away Ben's cousin sat in the darkness, drinking like a deeply depressed fish and ignoring the ringing at his doorbell. He hated Halloween, last year had really been the icing on the cake though, that 'incident' with that unfortunate group of trick-or-treaters, store-bought costumes were just to damn high quality these days, how's a man supposed to know what he's aiming at?
The phone beside him rang and after a moments hesitation he picked it up. "Yeah?" Then listened for a moment.
"Ben, you're not high again are you?" He said finally, listened, "Alright stupid question, but you're sure they're already dead this time right?"
He listened "Okay, I'm on my way." Though there was no strain in his rough voice as he put down the phone he clenched and the receiver snapped in two, He held up his hand, metal, whacked right off a suit of armour it's dented surface caught the moonlight streaming through the window for a moment.
"Damn Deadites, I lose more phones that way."
***To Be Continued***
Britz-Who here recognises Ben's mysterious stranger cousin of debatable fame? No culture those of you who don't, no bloody culture at all.