The teacher knew that something had to be done to stop the killing, though
she did not yet know the extent of the damage.
Mother and daughter made their way through the pipes, all the way to the school library. They came out above the old stairs that used to lead up to the second floor, but had to be removed a few years ago. It was now very dark outside, and the librarian was finishing up a presentation in the Imac lab, and her computer cast an eerie blue glow out into the hall.
The beast grasped her slender child gently, for it had no limbs with which to climb on its own. They silently slinked through the door to the lab, but the daughter got a little anxious and fell out of her mothers loving arms, down behind a computer desk. The librarian looked up. The mother was concerned, but watched intently as her young huntress coiled up on its tail, and prepared to spring. The librarian was now nervous, and glanced to the ceiling behind her, but there was nothing there. She shrugged and turned back to the screen, and was met with a shrill war cry. The baby lunged at the woman's throat, crushing her jugular with its powerful teeth. Blood spewed from her neck, and caused the computer to short circuit as it coated the keyboard. Sparks flew everywhere, throwing bursts of orange light across the room...
The next morning, at about 7:30, the English teacher walked down the hard stairs to the first floor, which was becoming more and more difficult as her pregnancy wore on. She got down to the science hall, and went to the room of the science teacher who was on her team. He was a tall guy, sporty looking, and was currently working on grading tests.
They exchanged good mornings, and how are you doings, and the tone was light. But there were questions, questions that needed answering, and the sooner the better. She described the creature as well as she could, and the science teachers eyes grew wide with curiosity, and suspicion. As a few of the pieces started to fall into place, it was becoming even more obvious that the situation was dire. Something had to be done, but what? What could a science and English teacher do, though the chances had gotten substancially better with their alliance. Somebody else knew something. The principal had been a witness, but he had been silenced. They did not want to raise an alarm, for the animals behavior was wild and unpredictable, and even if the school was evacuated, it would follow them. They had no way to kill it, and it didn't seem the tamable sort, so the only other option was...to reason with it.
The science guy got right into research, and the English worked slowly, descretely, inching her way towards a lead among the teachers. No one had and clues, but they all seemed to have heard every spin on the rumors that were floating around. She knew there was not going to be any hard evidence if she panned out so far, so she decided to narrow her questioning down to the others on her team. Around lunchtime, she visited the history teacher, and had a nice talk but no leads. She now had only one other to ask, the math teacher. The door was cracked open, and she could see that he was using his planning time to schedule homework. She took a deep breath, and went ahead. Starting off slow, they chatted about the cruddy weather (it was still snowing), and the lesson plans, and the cafeteria food. When she moved to the topic of students, she sensed a bit of worry, even regret in his eyes. A woman's sixth sense never lies. Slowly it became clear, though they fumbled with the information, not wanting to let too much out, they finally let loose. The math teacher now understood the killing in his room, and the English now knew where it started. So one more on the team, one more puzzle piece...
Last night had been risky, but the child performed very well. Mom knew it was luck, but it didn't matter now. They were still hungry. She knew that they must work together to get more energy. She also knew, that because they worked together, the two of them could take on more than one. A small group passed beneath them. Showtime.
There were five girls, one guy, and one other guy who wasn't actually in the group. He was actually their most hated enemy, but the girls new it wasn't the right time to pounce just yet. The boy in the middle really just wanted everyone to get along, because he hated to see them all so angry, even though it was partly his own fault. Though the five girls were really tight, they seemed like complete opposites. The leader was golden blonde, with a fiery attitude that did not put up with the dark haired boys crap, and was always there when the group needed direction. The next up was a dark haired girl, who hated the boy in a sadly special way, for she had made the mistake of going out with him, though it didn't seem so bad in the beginning, her buds were there for her now. Beside her was a shorter, thinner girl with muscles like rocks, and wicked speed. A brunette dancer was on the farther side of the posse, and she always had their backs covered when things got tricky. The last, and most distant one, was a lanky girl with dirty blonde hair down to her waist, and unmatched skill with a bow. They all really wished she had one with her, the air was tense, but it could be worse...
They headed down the hall, took a left past the art room, and a right to the stairwell. The boy said something that perhaps he really shouldn't have, for the consequences would arrive sooner than he ever expected...
Lightening fast, the little one shot out and got the light haired boy in the leg. He fell over in pain, and tried to fight back. The girls bunched up in a defensive stance, and the dark haired boy was out in the open. They watched in horror as the mother crawled onto the scene, all the while the baby was quite enjoying teething on the skinny leg, and would not be shook loose. Mom glanced around, and naturally found it much easier to target the loner. But something stopped her. She heard a small noise, and whirled around to see her offspring missing. She was about to panic, but a little ways from the bleeding boy was a skin...
Nobody had paid attention to the young ones second molt, and now it was not quite as young. Adult form, the most dangerous of all, and with a special mutation inheirited from her mother, she was born pregnant. These new hormones began to take hold, as she positioned herself to the right of her proud mother, closing in on the lone boy. He tried to fun for the door, but she caught him up against the wall, and with a fluid thrust, she plunged her sharp egg-laying tube right into the squealing boys diaphragm. The girls gasped in shock as a lump of something passed through the tube into his body, somewhat like watching a snake swallow an egg, seeing the lump pass within the leathery skin.
The new queen, now satisfied, retracted the tube, and grabbed up the boy as he slumped off the wall. Also contented, the mother marched up the wall to the vent, but looking down at the light haired one, she decided to take his other leg along as a snack. She ripped it clear off, sending a spray of fresh blood over the now dried layer on the cold floor. He screamed in agony, and it was then that the girls realized his critical state.
They clustered around him as the malicious beasts left, and as they held up his head, he let out his last breath, saying, "See you later guys." His whole body, or what was left of it, went limp and cold. They were all to shocked to do anything but cry. It wasn't so much that they were sad, or scared for the death and the kidnapping, but the blood, and the closeness of it all chilled them.
"We have got to get out of here, and tell somebody!" the blonde announced as she started for the doors. "What about ----, he might still be alive! We cannot just leave him to those nasty monsters!" "Oh yes we can." "And will. There is no way in hell I'm going up in some dark air duct, let alone go looking for death!" "We can go get a flashlight!" the brunette sobbed. The others would be crying like babys, but the incident had yet to sink in. None of them really understood the magnitude of the conspiracy they had just stumbled into...
About an hour later, they were all sitting in the counselors office. The woman was just about to call the cops, their parents, and make an announcement that school must be let out early, when the English teacher came in right in time. "There is no need to panic, please let me handle this."
Mother and daughter made their way through the pipes, all the way to the school library. They came out above the old stairs that used to lead up to the second floor, but had to be removed a few years ago. It was now very dark outside, and the librarian was finishing up a presentation in the Imac lab, and her computer cast an eerie blue glow out into the hall.
The beast grasped her slender child gently, for it had no limbs with which to climb on its own. They silently slinked through the door to the lab, but the daughter got a little anxious and fell out of her mothers loving arms, down behind a computer desk. The librarian looked up. The mother was concerned, but watched intently as her young huntress coiled up on its tail, and prepared to spring. The librarian was now nervous, and glanced to the ceiling behind her, but there was nothing there. She shrugged and turned back to the screen, and was met with a shrill war cry. The baby lunged at the woman's throat, crushing her jugular with its powerful teeth. Blood spewed from her neck, and caused the computer to short circuit as it coated the keyboard. Sparks flew everywhere, throwing bursts of orange light across the room...
The next morning, at about 7:30, the English teacher walked down the hard stairs to the first floor, which was becoming more and more difficult as her pregnancy wore on. She got down to the science hall, and went to the room of the science teacher who was on her team. He was a tall guy, sporty looking, and was currently working on grading tests.
They exchanged good mornings, and how are you doings, and the tone was light. But there were questions, questions that needed answering, and the sooner the better. She described the creature as well as she could, and the science teachers eyes grew wide with curiosity, and suspicion. As a few of the pieces started to fall into place, it was becoming even more obvious that the situation was dire. Something had to be done, but what? What could a science and English teacher do, though the chances had gotten substancially better with their alliance. Somebody else knew something. The principal had been a witness, but he had been silenced. They did not want to raise an alarm, for the animals behavior was wild and unpredictable, and even if the school was evacuated, it would follow them. They had no way to kill it, and it didn't seem the tamable sort, so the only other option was...to reason with it.
The science guy got right into research, and the English worked slowly, descretely, inching her way towards a lead among the teachers. No one had and clues, but they all seemed to have heard every spin on the rumors that were floating around. She knew there was not going to be any hard evidence if she panned out so far, so she decided to narrow her questioning down to the others on her team. Around lunchtime, she visited the history teacher, and had a nice talk but no leads. She now had only one other to ask, the math teacher. The door was cracked open, and she could see that he was using his planning time to schedule homework. She took a deep breath, and went ahead. Starting off slow, they chatted about the cruddy weather (it was still snowing), and the lesson plans, and the cafeteria food. When she moved to the topic of students, she sensed a bit of worry, even regret in his eyes. A woman's sixth sense never lies. Slowly it became clear, though they fumbled with the information, not wanting to let too much out, they finally let loose. The math teacher now understood the killing in his room, and the English now knew where it started. So one more on the team, one more puzzle piece...
Last night had been risky, but the child performed very well. Mom knew it was luck, but it didn't matter now. They were still hungry. She knew that they must work together to get more energy. She also knew, that because they worked together, the two of them could take on more than one. A small group passed beneath them. Showtime.
There were five girls, one guy, and one other guy who wasn't actually in the group. He was actually their most hated enemy, but the girls new it wasn't the right time to pounce just yet. The boy in the middle really just wanted everyone to get along, because he hated to see them all so angry, even though it was partly his own fault. Though the five girls were really tight, they seemed like complete opposites. The leader was golden blonde, with a fiery attitude that did not put up with the dark haired boys crap, and was always there when the group needed direction. The next up was a dark haired girl, who hated the boy in a sadly special way, for she had made the mistake of going out with him, though it didn't seem so bad in the beginning, her buds were there for her now. Beside her was a shorter, thinner girl with muscles like rocks, and wicked speed. A brunette dancer was on the farther side of the posse, and she always had their backs covered when things got tricky. The last, and most distant one, was a lanky girl with dirty blonde hair down to her waist, and unmatched skill with a bow. They all really wished she had one with her, the air was tense, but it could be worse...
They headed down the hall, took a left past the art room, and a right to the stairwell. The boy said something that perhaps he really shouldn't have, for the consequences would arrive sooner than he ever expected...
Lightening fast, the little one shot out and got the light haired boy in the leg. He fell over in pain, and tried to fight back. The girls bunched up in a defensive stance, and the dark haired boy was out in the open. They watched in horror as the mother crawled onto the scene, all the while the baby was quite enjoying teething on the skinny leg, and would not be shook loose. Mom glanced around, and naturally found it much easier to target the loner. But something stopped her. She heard a small noise, and whirled around to see her offspring missing. She was about to panic, but a little ways from the bleeding boy was a skin...
Nobody had paid attention to the young ones second molt, and now it was not quite as young. Adult form, the most dangerous of all, and with a special mutation inheirited from her mother, she was born pregnant. These new hormones began to take hold, as she positioned herself to the right of her proud mother, closing in on the lone boy. He tried to fun for the door, but she caught him up against the wall, and with a fluid thrust, she plunged her sharp egg-laying tube right into the squealing boys diaphragm. The girls gasped in shock as a lump of something passed through the tube into his body, somewhat like watching a snake swallow an egg, seeing the lump pass within the leathery skin.
The new queen, now satisfied, retracted the tube, and grabbed up the boy as he slumped off the wall. Also contented, the mother marched up the wall to the vent, but looking down at the light haired one, she decided to take his other leg along as a snack. She ripped it clear off, sending a spray of fresh blood over the now dried layer on the cold floor. He screamed in agony, and it was then that the girls realized his critical state.
They clustered around him as the malicious beasts left, and as they held up his head, he let out his last breath, saying, "See you later guys." His whole body, or what was left of it, went limp and cold. They were all to shocked to do anything but cry. It wasn't so much that they were sad, or scared for the death and the kidnapping, but the blood, and the closeness of it all chilled them.
"We have got to get out of here, and tell somebody!" the blonde announced as she started for the doors. "What about ----, he might still be alive! We cannot just leave him to those nasty monsters!" "Oh yes we can." "And will. There is no way in hell I'm going up in some dark air duct, let alone go looking for death!" "We can go get a flashlight!" the brunette sobbed. The others would be crying like babys, but the incident had yet to sink in. None of them really understood the magnitude of the conspiracy they had just stumbled into...
About an hour later, they were all sitting in the counselors office. The woman was just about to call the cops, their parents, and make an announcement that school must be let out early, when the English teacher came in right in time. "There is no need to panic, please let me handle this."