It felt like Armageddon. There was no way out, they could not maintain
order. They had been trying to reach the police since the crisis first
reared its ugly head, but to no avail. The police would not answer their
call. No one would answer their pleas for help, and for some reason the
doors had been barred, and the windows covered from the outside. They
could not escape, no one could rescue them. Well, of course they could,
but the government of the United States had issued specific orders that the
school could not be evacuated, and no actions could be taken to help,
contact, or advise them on what to do. No one had the authority to stop
them now, after all the school was a public, government funded facility,
and those FBI agents clad in all black did have really big guns...
The teachers were still debating in the language arts classroom. The science teacher was positive that the girls could handle it, but the history teacher was sure that they had been sent to their death. All tension between them was released, as the girls emerged from the ducts, seemingly unscathed. But you must remember, not all wounds are of the flesh...
They were trembling uncontrollably. The math teacher, who was excellent at planning ahead, had brought blankets, food, and water from the teachers lounge and barricaded the door. The story was scattered due to their sobs and coughing, which was to be expected after seeing somebody there know completely dismembered... Even if they didn't like him, the whole scene was disturbing to say the least. Finally the tale came out, but the teachers looked puzzled. "What do you mean, she talked to them?" Questioned the science teacher. "She just... fainted, but she wasn't just unconscious, she was talking to them! It was like, a trance, and no matter what we did, she just wouldn't snap out of it." Explained the blonde leader, though she didn't know herself. Everyone turned to Calley, who had been sitting there, very quietly, as though she was hearing all this for the first time herself. "I, I... Remember fainting, and then... It was very cold. It felt kind of like, floating, or levitating I guess, and I knew I was doing it, but I couldn't control anything. I wasn't asleep though, I was... somewhere else." The others exchanged thoughtful glances. "What if... what if it was possible to harness that energy? What if you could control the communication, I mean, were you at all aware of what was being said?"
Again, all eyes were on her. She looked a little startled at that comment, she hadn't really considered that yet. That few moments felt like centuries as she thought about it, judging their questioning looks. "Yes. I could feel it in the back of my mind. I asked them where they came from. They seemed surprised at me of course, but they said that they were running. I think something startled them, because then they told the newborns to follow... I don't know where."
They thought about it for a long time, and finally the science teacher spoke. "At this point, I believe we have two choices. Die, or die fighting." He looked down, processing what he had just said. The silence became deafening. "Their best weapon is the fear of their prey. They can sense it. If we let them know our anxiety, they will feed on it. We must go back." Said the last person they expected, Calley. As terrifying as her out of body experience with the creatures had been, she had been too distant to fear for her life. Perhaps it was that yearning for release again, that wanting to be free of physical chains, maybe it was that need that drove her to finish the task. She would have regretted it in the end...
Since there was no way out, what was the point of them surviving? If they could stop the monsters, then maybe they could save the outside world, but if they were going to be of any use to the others, they had to be prepared to die. Because of her secret reason to press on, her cool attitude towards her impending doom gave strength to the others. They made their way through the tubes, trying to go in the direction the beasts had headed.
The teachers were still debating in the language arts classroom. The science teacher was positive that the girls could handle it, but the history teacher was sure that they had been sent to their death. All tension between them was released, as the girls emerged from the ducts, seemingly unscathed. But you must remember, not all wounds are of the flesh...
They were trembling uncontrollably. The math teacher, who was excellent at planning ahead, had brought blankets, food, and water from the teachers lounge and barricaded the door. The story was scattered due to their sobs and coughing, which was to be expected after seeing somebody there know completely dismembered... Even if they didn't like him, the whole scene was disturbing to say the least. Finally the tale came out, but the teachers looked puzzled. "What do you mean, she talked to them?" Questioned the science teacher. "She just... fainted, but she wasn't just unconscious, she was talking to them! It was like, a trance, and no matter what we did, she just wouldn't snap out of it." Explained the blonde leader, though she didn't know herself. Everyone turned to Calley, who had been sitting there, very quietly, as though she was hearing all this for the first time herself. "I, I... Remember fainting, and then... It was very cold. It felt kind of like, floating, or levitating I guess, and I knew I was doing it, but I couldn't control anything. I wasn't asleep though, I was... somewhere else." The others exchanged thoughtful glances. "What if... what if it was possible to harness that energy? What if you could control the communication, I mean, were you at all aware of what was being said?"
Again, all eyes were on her. She looked a little startled at that comment, she hadn't really considered that yet. That few moments felt like centuries as she thought about it, judging their questioning looks. "Yes. I could feel it in the back of my mind. I asked them where they came from. They seemed surprised at me of course, but they said that they were running. I think something startled them, because then they told the newborns to follow... I don't know where."
They thought about it for a long time, and finally the science teacher spoke. "At this point, I believe we have two choices. Die, or die fighting." He looked down, processing what he had just said. The silence became deafening. "Their best weapon is the fear of their prey. They can sense it. If we let them know our anxiety, they will feed on it. We must go back." Said the last person they expected, Calley. As terrifying as her out of body experience with the creatures had been, she had been too distant to fear for her life. Perhaps it was that yearning for release again, that wanting to be free of physical chains, maybe it was that need that drove her to finish the task. She would have regretted it in the end...
Since there was no way out, what was the point of them surviving? If they could stop the monsters, then maybe they could save the outside world, but if they were going to be of any use to the others, they had to be prepared to die. Because of her secret reason to press on, her cool attitude towards her impending doom gave strength to the others. They made their way through the tubes, trying to go in the direction the beasts had headed.