The chaos within, it was enough to rival the slaughter of the holocaust.
Regardless of color, size, gender, the creatures mercilessly, hungrily,
even gladly destroyed nearly a third of the population in the gym. The
following is an account from each girl's perspective:
Kate: As I was riding on the back of my creature, I got drenched by the blood of its victims. My jeans were soaked, my black shirt stained purple, and my face smeared with the carnage. I was hanging on for my life, as it whipped and plunged its massive tail into shrieking kid after kid. It was nauseating, and some of the earlier blood had begun to dry onto my skin. It was more than a little disgusting, having bits of your peers splattered onto your clothes, but at the same time I was grateful it wasn't me being mutilated. Despite their agreement to spare our lives, the bargain's price was making me uncomfortable. Who was it going to be? Did they expect us to chose, like send our best friend hurtling out into space? And what if it turned out like some freaky, sci-fi survivor movie, and they all turned against me? As the Alien started chewing on a particularly cruel, and scantily dressed girl, who just happened to be one of our group's enemies, I found myself smiling. I know how gross, and wrong, and inhumane our situation is, but I just cant help it. I hated her, and here I sat, watching her die. I knew I was doing it too, but my conscience just never stepped in, and I started to giggle. As we came up to a girl who was wearing a see-through shirt, a girl who was constantly whining about how fat she was, when in actuality she was becoming anorexic, I burst out laughing. I just couldn't control it! It felt so good to have the weight of their disapproval off of my shoulders, I don't know why; it just made me feel good to see them suffer, for all they had put me through.
Cate: My pulse was shooting out of my wrists, and I could feel the creature getting excited underneath me. It was like slow motion as we stepped into the crowded gym, and all of the kid's eyes got huge all at once, and in one breath the entire room erupted in screams of horror. I must admit, I was looking forward to seeing some people ripped apart, but I ended up getting a good deal of bonus death. All the people I hated, and then some, all the people I didn't care for, and more. People I recognized, but for some reason didn't pity. I know it seems a bit self-centered, but I was enjoying myself, sitting on top of this killing machine. You have to respect its awesome instincts, and its raw muscle power. I wonder what they do to work out; it's too bad they don't have programs like that on earth. I have been thinking about what Calley meant when she said that they wanted one of us to join them on Jupiter. All the times my parents screamed at me, all the afterthoughts about running away, just getting away from the torture of life. I really, honestly, deeply wanted to just leave sometimes, and I was now truly considering volunteering to go. Once all of this blows over, I know it would never be the same anyway, and if a situation can get worse it most likely will. I don't ever want to go home, not after I have been offered an escape. I know I was only planning on leaving the city, maybe the state, but I would never live with myself if I declined the chance to leave the planet, and be literally billions of miles away from my terrible family.
Ray: Out of all of the times in my entire life that I have been afraid, this is a thousand times worse than all of them combined. Its like one of Cate's horror movies, right before my eyes. I try to close them, but the Alien is moving too fast, and they keep getting flipped open. I want to jam them shut, but for some reason I cannot. I see them dieing by the dozens, piling up on each other. Its like old pictures of the bodies left outside the gas chambers at Bergen Belson. It's disgusting, and I just want it all to go away, but when I looked over at the counselor being ripped to shreds, I just didn't want to look away. All the times she gave me trouble over my locker, my schedule, whenever our group got blamed for something we didn't do. I remember the boy above the stairwell, and how much I hated him, and then to see his body torn apart... Knowing that he was gone forever, and would never bother us, ever again. It made me feel good, made me feel safe, having him dead and out of my mind. I know how wrong it is to think that way about a human life, but some people deserve to die.
Calley: Its just business. This was the deal, and though it seems cruel, we were doing them all a favor. If it wasn't by Aliens, it would have been by the government. Better die in ignorant bliss, innocent and victimized. Better they not know the true terror just outside those barred doors. Better they die with friends, die together than wither away alone in old age without Medicare. Its all such a cynical conspiracy, and so sad that such perverts achieved so much power over us. This is my way of fighting back, and I just don't care what people think about me for it. I'm not here to be liked; I don't understand why everyone else seems to be. I watch as they are struck down with a vicious whip of the sharp Alien tails, how they use their second jaws to snap off their pretty little heads. I love their equality, killing anyone that gets in their way, no judgment, just survival of the fittest. That's the way nature intended it to be, that's the way humanity should have remained. Humans will die, but the earth lives on, and they are destroying it. I often wonder where I have been in past lives, and I now wonder if maybe, I took on an Alien form. Nevertheless, the massacre around me keeps me alert. Adrenaline is a fantastic thing; I could be shot three times and not notice I am so pumped up. I almost want to get in on this action; this killing spree of theirs is making me so excited. I have always wanted to hunt, to kill, to prove my worth as a survivor, a fit being, not the intellectual, useless moron all of these people try to be, and fail miserably. They are just so useless sometimes, and I think it's not the worst thing to happen to the world that they are being tested.
Rey: I am one of the last in line to enter the gym. By the time I get in, the room is in utter chaos. Kids are scrambling everywhere, begging for mercy, screaming, crying, praying, and acting like such babies. I know its just part of the deal, though I'm still not sure why we have to watch. When my Alien takes a sharp turn and sinks its powerful claws right through a very stupid boy, who just happens to annoy me in all of my classes, I begin to understand. They are either trying to teach us their culture, gain our trust, get enough food to last a decade, or a gory combination of those. I see a couple of my friends get gobbled up, and then out of the corner of my eye, I see Cate's boyfriend get nailed. I wonder if she even noticed, probably not. Too late now, he's been buried under the mounds of corpses. Its like a vampires heaven in here, there's like a four inch layer of blood forming on the gym floor. Its kind of funny to see the idiots squirm like that. Maybe I should go gothic, pretend like this whole incident has driven me deep into depression. Might snag me a good excuse for a few extra movies and sleepovers to keep me socially active. I like the way the Alien moves underneath me. It's so agile, so quick, and its motions are so smooth. I bet they would be great gymnasts...
Kate: As I was riding on the back of my creature, I got drenched by the blood of its victims. My jeans were soaked, my black shirt stained purple, and my face smeared with the carnage. I was hanging on for my life, as it whipped and plunged its massive tail into shrieking kid after kid. It was nauseating, and some of the earlier blood had begun to dry onto my skin. It was more than a little disgusting, having bits of your peers splattered onto your clothes, but at the same time I was grateful it wasn't me being mutilated. Despite their agreement to spare our lives, the bargain's price was making me uncomfortable. Who was it going to be? Did they expect us to chose, like send our best friend hurtling out into space? And what if it turned out like some freaky, sci-fi survivor movie, and they all turned against me? As the Alien started chewing on a particularly cruel, and scantily dressed girl, who just happened to be one of our group's enemies, I found myself smiling. I know how gross, and wrong, and inhumane our situation is, but I just cant help it. I hated her, and here I sat, watching her die. I knew I was doing it too, but my conscience just never stepped in, and I started to giggle. As we came up to a girl who was wearing a see-through shirt, a girl who was constantly whining about how fat she was, when in actuality she was becoming anorexic, I burst out laughing. I just couldn't control it! It felt so good to have the weight of their disapproval off of my shoulders, I don't know why; it just made me feel good to see them suffer, for all they had put me through.
Cate: My pulse was shooting out of my wrists, and I could feel the creature getting excited underneath me. It was like slow motion as we stepped into the crowded gym, and all of the kid's eyes got huge all at once, and in one breath the entire room erupted in screams of horror. I must admit, I was looking forward to seeing some people ripped apart, but I ended up getting a good deal of bonus death. All the people I hated, and then some, all the people I didn't care for, and more. People I recognized, but for some reason didn't pity. I know it seems a bit self-centered, but I was enjoying myself, sitting on top of this killing machine. You have to respect its awesome instincts, and its raw muscle power. I wonder what they do to work out; it's too bad they don't have programs like that on earth. I have been thinking about what Calley meant when she said that they wanted one of us to join them on Jupiter. All the times my parents screamed at me, all the afterthoughts about running away, just getting away from the torture of life. I really, honestly, deeply wanted to just leave sometimes, and I was now truly considering volunteering to go. Once all of this blows over, I know it would never be the same anyway, and if a situation can get worse it most likely will. I don't ever want to go home, not after I have been offered an escape. I know I was only planning on leaving the city, maybe the state, but I would never live with myself if I declined the chance to leave the planet, and be literally billions of miles away from my terrible family.
Ray: Out of all of the times in my entire life that I have been afraid, this is a thousand times worse than all of them combined. Its like one of Cate's horror movies, right before my eyes. I try to close them, but the Alien is moving too fast, and they keep getting flipped open. I want to jam them shut, but for some reason I cannot. I see them dieing by the dozens, piling up on each other. Its like old pictures of the bodies left outside the gas chambers at Bergen Belson. It's disgusting, and I just want it all to go away, but when I looked over at the counselor being ripped to shreds, I just didn't want to look away. All the times she gave me trouble over my locker, my schedule, whenever our group got blamed for something we didn't do. I remember the boy above the stairwell, and how much I hated him, and then to see his body torn apart... Knowing that he was gone forever, and would never bother us, ever again. It made me feel good, made me feel safe, having him dead and out of my mind. I know how wrong it is to think that way about a human life, but some people deserve to die.
Calley: Its just business. This was the deal, and though it seems cruel, we were doing them all a favor. If it wasn't by Aliens, it would have been by the government. Better die in ignorant bliss, innocent and victimized. Better they not know the true terror just outside those barred doors. Better they die with friends, die together than wither away alone in old age without Medicare. Its all such a cynical conspiracy, and so sad that such perverts achieved so much power over us. This is my way of fighting back, and I just don't care what people think about me for it. I'm not here to be liked; I don't understand why everyone else seems to be. I watch as they are struck down with a vicious whip of the sharp Alien tails, how they use their second jaws to snap off their pretty little heads. I love their equality, killing anyone that gets in their way, no judgment, just survival of the fittest. That's the way nature intended it to be, that's the way humanity should have remained. Humans will die, but the earth lives on, and they are destroying it. I often wonder where I have been in past lives, and I now wonder if maybe, I took on an Alien form. Nevertheless, the massacre around me keeps me alert. Adrenaline is a fantastic thing; I could be shot three times and not notice I am so pumped up. I almost want to get in on this action; this killing spree of theirs is making me so excited. I have always wanted to hunt, to kill, to prove my worth as a survivor, a fit being, not the intellectual, useless moron all of these people try to be, and fail miserably. They are just so useless sometimes, and I think it's not the worst thing to happen to the world that they are being tested.
Rey: I am one of the last in line to enter the gym. By the time I get in, the room is in utter chaos. Kids are scrambling everywhere, begging for mercy, screaming, crying, praying, and acting like such babies. I know its just part of the deal, though I'm still not sure why we have to watch. When my Alien takes a sharp turn and sinks its powerful claws right through a very stupid boy, who just happens to annoy me in all of my classes, I begin to understand. They are either trying to teach us their culture, gain our trust, get enough food to last a decade, or a gory combination of those. I see a couple of my friends get gobbled up, and then out of the corner of my eye, I see Cate's boyfriend get nailed. I wonder if she even noticed, probably not. Too late now, he's been buried under the mounds of corpses. Its like a vampires heaven in here, there's like a four inch layer of blood forming on the gym floor. Its kind of funny to see the idiots squirm like that. Maybe I should go gothic, pretend like this whole incident has driven me deep into depression. Might snag me a good excuse for a few extra movies and sleepovers to keep me socially active. I like the way the Alien moves underneath me. It's so agile, so quick, and its motions are so smooth. I bet they would be great gymnasts...