He was in agony. The four eggs that had been incubating in his frail body
now sprung forth through his chest. All at once, he was torn apart from
the inside out. The snake-like creatures thrust out of his rib cage, blood
and flesh sprayed everywhere, but sadly for the dying boy, that was not the
end. He was still alive in freakish misery, as the beasts blinked in the
darkness, and then slowly turned back to him. He screamed, blood bubbling
up in his throat, strangling him. He began to fade as the spawn started to
teeth on what shreds were left of his carcass...
The girls could not have been more horrified. A couple hurled, others watched on in terror, and the last was still im a trance in their arms. His throat filling with crimson, the boy let out a hoarse plea, "Kill me." But alas, there was nothing they could do to ease his passing. Calley coughed harshly, and bolted up out of their trembling arms, whirling onto her feet in a defensive stance, but only to be pushed aback as she surveyed the gruesome spectacle. She vomited, and as the others helped her up the eldest of the monsters let out a screech, and dove into the next pipe. Her daughter scooped up her newborns, and darted after her, leaving the girls dazed and bewildered.
While the girls led the expedition into the creature's nest, the remaining principal and her crew of counselors ran frantically about, trying to organize the students. They had massed in the gym, as was protocol for a level three emergency, but many students were unaccounted for. Half of the eighth grade, as well as a handful from the others. It was pandemonium in the gym, but it was about to get substantially worse.
A group of boys had stayed behind when their team had secretly evacuated, and now joined their 'buddies' in the sixth grade hallway, the designated meeting place. They weren't exactly the pick of the litter, in fact the were downright slow. They had gathered when the uproar started, and now sat in the silent hall playing with their stupid little monster cards. There were a bunch of them, a particularly large one started to quarrel with one of the smaller, creepier ones. They all got entangled in the ruckus, and the dumb little playing cards with the animated 'monsters' on them were scattered across the floor. Unknown to the geeks, a pack of real monsters was making their way to that very spot, at that very moment...
Clanging through the ducts, the entire family pushed at top speed to the isolated energy source. As they came up above them, something unexpected, but not entirely bad, chanced upon them. The metal creaked beneath them, and was stretched to its limit just a few feet from the unsuspecting idiots. Down they crashed, and as the boys screeched and scrambled, they began to pick them off. The babies got a little overexcited, and used their powerful jumping ability to lunge and rip chunks out of the screaming kids. Blood drizzled all over the filthy floor as flesh was torn here and there, making a scarlet design over the cheap tile. They parents were slightly more patient, and made more precise and effective assaults. The grandmother circled around the fat boy, as he screamed and squeaked in his middle school, canary boy pitch. Such an awful thing to listen to, really, so she mad a swift plunge into his jiggling stomach with her razor claws. The young mom used her tube to implant more beast children in the helpless fools, while the grandma piled up the bodies for the family meal. The design on the floor melted away with a sheet of raw blood coating the hallway from ceiling to floor. As you may have guessed, these animals do not have very good table manners.
Left alone in the death room, the girls sobbed, desperately trying to reach the entrance and get out. They crawled to the grate, and made their way back to the language arts room, now knowing the way, terrified but unaware of the massacre of the losers in the sixth grade hall...
The girls could not have been more horrified. A couple hurled, others watched on in terror, and the last was still im a trance in their arms. His throat filling with crimson, the boy let out a hoarse plea, "Kill me." But alas, there was nothing they could do to ease his passing. Calley coughed harshly, and bolted up out of their trembling arms, whirling onto her feet in a defensive stance, but only to be pushed aback as she surveyed the gruesome spectacle. She vomited, and as the others helped her up the eldest of the monsters let out a screech, and dove into the next pipe. Her daughter scooped up her newborns, and darted after her, leaving the girls dazed and bewildered.
While the girls led the expedition into the creature's nest, the remaining principal and her crew of counselors ran frantically about, trying to organize the students. They had massed in the gym, as was protocol for a level three emergency, but many students were unaccounted for. Half of the eighth grade, as well as a handful from the others. It was pandemonium in the gym, but it was about to get substantially worse.
A group of boys had stayed behind when their team had secretly evacuated, and now joined their 'buddies' in the sixth grade hallway, the designated meeting place. They weren't exactly the pick of the litter, in fact the were downright slow. They had gathered when the uproar started, and now sat in the silent hall playing with their stupid little monster cards. There were a bunch of them, a particularly large one started to quarrel with one of the smaller, creepier ones. They all got entangled in the ruckus, and the dumb little playing cards with the animated 'monsters' on them were scattered across the floor. Unknown to the geeks, a pack of real monsters was making their way to that very spot, at that very moment...
Clanging through the ducts, the entire family pushed at top speed to the isolated energy source. As they came up above them, something unexpected, but not entirely bad, chanced upon them. The metal creaked beneath them, and was stretched to its limit just a few feet from the unsuspecting idiots. Down they crashed, and as the boys screeched and scrambled, they began to pick them off. The babies got a little overexcited, and used their powerful jumping ability to lunge and rip chunks out of the screaming kids. Blood drizzled all over the filthy floor as flesh was torn here and there, making a scarlet design over the cheap tile. They parents were slightly more patient, and made more precise and effective assaults. The grandmother circled around the fat boy, as he screamed and squeaked in his middle school, canary boy pitch. Such an awful thing to listen to, really, so she mad a swift plunge into his jiggling stomach with her razor claws. The young mom used her tube to implant more beast children in the helpless fools, while the grandma piled up the bodies for the family meal. The design on the floor melted away with a sheet of raw blood coating the hallway from ceiling to floor. As you may have guessed, these animals do not have very good table manners.
Left alone in the death room, the girls sobbed, desperately trying to reach the entrance and get out. They crawled to the grate, and made their way back to the language arts room, now knowing the way, terrified but unaware of the massacre of the losers in the sixth grade hall...