Evil comes in many forms. The science teacher knew this was not one of
them. As they sat in that classroom, waiting for death, he decided to
bring that fact up in a discussion, the one thing he forgot, everybody was
at the pinnacle of fear, not the best choice for a mild chat. It turned
into a raging argument, and it didn't seem like any good was to come out of
it, until...
"So, if they aren't evil, what the hell are they? We haven't even seen one yet, but look at their effect on those poor girls! Why did we send them out to their death!" "They would have died here anyway! Listen, those girls are our only hope for protecting the world outside. We cannot let the FBI get a sample, you know that better than any of us! Do you know what President Bush could do with it? He could breed an army of unstoppable, unfeeling, bloodthirsty monsters and unleash them onto the world! Look what he did with only soldiers! If he were to have a mass of those ultimate fighting machines, and march them into war, he could rip a country apart, but they wouldn't just attack the soldiers, oh no, their need to feed would drive them to the countries core, its people. They would kill everything, everyone, down to the last child. They have no emotions, there's no one to tell them no! And when the United Nations gets together to make him explain his intolerable actions, he's going to act like it was all news to him. Like he didn't know what was going to happen if he drove these animals to earth!" The history teacher sat back down. That message hit home, though it didn't answer the original question, in a way, it did. The creatures weren't evil, this cruelty was human.
Calley raced up the stairs, shouting to her partner as she went. She told her to head for the pool, and that she would be right there, but it wouldn't stop. When they reached the top, it tried to scoop her up to take her along, and Calley understood. "She thinks I'm trying to sneak off. Well I am, so now what..." she thought. Calley took the beasts arm, telling it to come with her. When she wasn't looking, the creature playfully swung her onto its shoulders, and proceded to bolt down the hall. Calley gave in, and when they reached the teachers hideout, somehow it knew to stop. She got a little frightened, and asked if it was still hungry. She shook her head, but Calley still felt uneasy. She told her these people weren't to be attacked, and it understood. Carefully, Calley knocked on the door.
The teachers snapped up at the sound from the door. They looked at each other, naturally quite tense. Their eyes filled with fear as the math teacher walked over to the door. "Who's there!" he demanded, trying to sound as strong as he could, but his voice was unsteady nonetheless. "Its Calley. Don't worry, we are all right. Could I come in, there's a few developments I think you need to hear." Quite relieved, he opened the door, and was greeted by the calm girl, and her Alien friend...
He fell back into the classroom, and everybody got scared, but Calley explained there was nothing to fear. They still didn't calm down, so she started to tell the story anyway. They finally quieted down to listen, and eventually grew accustomed to the animals presence in their sanctuary, though it was rather disturbing to have a homicidal maniac hanging around...
She told them as quickly as she could, fearing that with every passing moment things were becoming more and more dangerous with the Alien around. "So, I need you guys to stay safe, no matter what, we are leaving now, but you have to survive. Don't let the government know where we went, it would only waste tax dollars for them to go on a suicide mission to find us. I need you to slowly let the truth come out, not about the creatures themselves, but you have to warn the people about the government betrayal. This can never, ever happen again, no matter what either the president shapes up, or backs down. I would prefer we start from scratch, this whole democracy concept was a load of crap. A bunch of slave owning, rich, Christian white guys planned out this system, and funny, that's becoming more and more of a minority in the American melting pot, so why the hell did it get this far? You need to make it clear that they are no longer the people, therefore they should not be single handedly running the democracy, duh. Make this travesty known, don't let it get lost in the pages of history like the other incidents, don't let it get covered up."
With that she left, relieved that the Alien had not tried anything. They made their way back downstairs, noticing the eerie quiet that had settled over the school. No more screams, no more eating sounds, no more scurrying, running, crashing, crunching, breaking or bashing. The school was empty, very few remained alive after the hunt, and as they made their way past the mounds of carnage, and as the adrenaline flow stopped, the magnitude of the situation was becoming more and more obvious.
In the hideout, the teachers were letting Calley's speech sink in. Everyone was brought back to attention when the shrill sound of the history teachers cell phone cried out from her purse. She ran over and as she pushed the talk button, everyone watched intently. She was shaking all over with anticipation, and was not to be let down. The caller was none other than the governor of Michigan, with whom she had many ties. Her voice became excited, and her face was gaining hope, and as they listened in they all could feel the air of opportunity. "Yes ma'am, this building is surrounded by FBI agents, and lord knows who else. They have covered all of the windows and doors, so we cannot see outside, yes as far as we know most of the students were killed, yes we are barricaded in the English teachers classroom, no, I don't know what the girls have planned." It went on like that, with the teachers inching in around her, listening with pleading ears, waiting for a ray of light in this hysteria. As she pressed the off button, the all backed up and pretended like they weren't listening in, and she turned to them with a smile on her face. "I think God has heard our prayers at long last! The governor is gathering the Michigan police force, the fire fighters, everyone in power is coming to this spot to rescue us! The press is getting involved, since the FBI wont let them in, this new opportunity is bringing the community together to help." At long last, there was a chance for survival.
In the pool room, the Aliens were preparing to do something that had never been attempted before by their race, mixing with humans. Sure, they took on human hosts to produce young, but this process was completely different. The girls had been sitting quietly on the bleachers, each thinking about their own reasons to leave, each wondering who was to be chosen. It was a very uncomfortable moment, to tell you the truth. The queen had finished making the chlorine shells, which were like thick, jello membranes, almost like fish eggs, only aqua colored. There was a pouch at the bottom, evidently containing two separated chemicals, that would combine to create lift. The queen approached them. "Siske heerui gangabuya mifwyi eh." They all looked at each other, then realizing what had happened, looked back to each other in confusion. "Did you just, understand?" Ray asked the group. Everyone nodded. Evidently, during the hunt, they all had formed a psychic bond with the creatures, and all of them now possessed the speech.
"So, like she said, which is it going to be?" They fell silent. "I think, I know. Yeeusur mifwyi eh jinjiner jectabire lungeivate." Calley said softly. They all looked at the queen, awaiting response. "Wisreitu fliesh congabuyai bifwyi." As they heard this, their faces lit up. There were enough chlorine pods for all of them to fly to Jupiter. But, there was a morphing process that had to take place first, so that their skin would be tough enough to withstand the pressures of space, though protected by the film, once on Jupiter, they would not last. Though Alien blood is highly toxic and corrosive, they possess a gland on the side of their head, what would be our cheek, that circulates the alien hormones. The girls weren't sure exactly what was about to happen, but their excitement helped to dull the pain when their Alien partners put a small slit in their hands using their sharp claws. As the blood started to flow to the cut, the Aliens took a claw to their cheek, opening their hormone sacs. They brought the girls hands up to their cheek, and it would have looked cute if saw just that interaction, but as the hormone mingled with the blood of the girls, a change began to take place in their bodies...
The governor was approaching the incident site, armed with all the police in Michigan. She had a plan to surround the FBI, and force their way into the school to search for survivors. The whole concept of the Alien creatures had not fully sunk in, but it was probably for the better. They arrived in the area at about the same time the girls were transforming...
They were in pain, but it was bittersweet. The hormone raged in their blood, sending wave after wave of microscopic messages, DNA modifications, and physical alteration through their already unsteady teenage framework. The first major change was the hair and nails. The hair became straight and cold, and took on an almost silvery coat. Their nails turned black, like the Aliens hard skin, but the shape remained otherwise normal. The normal growth of their bones and muscles was sped up substancially, and they grew nearly a foot each. The muscles went hard, the skin went tough, and the natural oils were replaced with Alien sweat, which at first might seem like a bad thing, but nearly all of the body hair was burned off and replaced with the smooth, hard, silicon skin. It didn't turn black like the Aliens, but it was obviously darker. Their features got sharper, which made them look kind of scary, but in a cute way. It hurt, but it was more of a burny, tingly feeling than a muscle tearing, bone crunching kind of pain. Those changes had finally subsided, and the queen thought it was over, until something unusual happened. The skin on their back, right on the shoulderblades, parted to reveal bone starting to poke through. Bone with muscle wrapped firmly around was sprouting from their backs, and as it came about four inches out of them, in contact with the air, it became encased in a silvery shell. It continued to stretch out behind them, and the silvery looking silicon spread out from the bone, eventually forming a pair of bat-like wings. The wounds continued to bleed a bit, and the new growth itched, so they walked over to dunk their wings into the inviting pool water. It was now a lot clearer in color, since most of the chlorine was used up, so it was virtually colorless as they dove in.
It was cool as they slid effortlessly through, gliding like fish in an endless ocean. Unfortunately, the pool was not endless, and they kept bumping into each other and the walls as they swam. They tested out their new wings, beating them, pulling them in and out, using them like paddles through the water. Feeling refreshed, they stepped out, none of them noticing that they had been swimming nearly four minutes, with none of them surfacing to breathe. When they stepped out onto the deck, they did notice that they were nearly dry, all the water had ran straight through their slick hair, and off of their now slippery skin. Instantly dry, they watched as the Aliens hauled the chlorine casings up through a hole they had beaten through the ceiling. The girls were scooped up in the careful arms of their Alien friends, who now were more like Alien sisters, and were carried up through the hole onto the roof.
The FBI squad had held their ground for a long time, but the governor's will was just as strong. She used the police force to herd them into a tight bundle of black suits. The agents were getting ready to fire upon them, having direct orders from the President to guard this building at all costs. The governor knew it would be tricky, so she brought along some special help. The doctors of Michigan are hard working, and don't appreciate important medical research being cut out of the budget because the President worked up high deficits with risky space missions, so they gladly volunteered. Vets armed with tranquelizer guns positioned themselves around the agents, awaiting the signal. Nurses with sedatives were also at the ready, and psychiatrists as well. All at once the signal was given, and after a tense struggle, the FBI was sound asleep, and the doctors escaped with mild injury. The leader of the group was captured for questioning, but he took a cyanide before the governor could get any answers. So it goes.
The police rushed into the school, but was stopped sick with the gruesome carnage in the front lobby. They slowly, systematically searched the corridors for survivors, but discovered only a few. The governor herself ran up to the teachers hideout, and upon arrival was greeted with grateful arms. They brave team of educators was hastily evacuated. The seventh graders Calley had protected were found in the courtyard under a pile of leaves, scared out of their wits. The psychiatrists went immediately to work on calming the survivors, but it was difficult work. Crews were called in to start identifying, cleaning, and cremating the piles of bodies strewn throughout the hallways.
However, the governor was not the only executive force acting on the situation. The president of the United States would not allow his important warfare research to be spoiled. He had reached the city limits at the time the governor had broke into the school, and was now pulling into the parking lot, to see the whole place in shambles, and his beautiful killing machines up on the roof. At first he was smiling, but as five girls with monster wings appeared, along with several, gooey green blobs, he came to realize that something had gone terribly awry...
The creatures began to carefully climb into the sacs, the queens going first. She had instructed the girls to step on the chemical bags at the bottom when the signal was given, though none of them believed that that tiny bit of substance could propel them through the atmosphere, and that the outer shell that was designed to protect them from the vacuum of space would make it out that far. The Aliens helped them in, and sealed the pods up tight. "Wait, how do we breathe?" The Aliens looked puzzled, then explained that their mutation has changed their lung structure, and that they no longer depend on oxygen to fuel their blood. Being partly human still, they need some oxygen, but not nearly as much. They now took in nitrogen, which lasted much longer. The girls hadn't noticed that their breathing had slowed, even with the exercise. All of the Aliens were now ready, and the signal was given. The girls did as they were told, stomping hard upon the chemical chambers, breaking the separator, and the combination sent them hurtling into the air with incredible speed. It reminded them a lot of their field trip to Space Camp, when they went on the G-Force simulator, and the Space Shot ride. The pressure was crushing them into the back of the shell, but it was firm against their weight. Cate even snuck a glance backward through the guard, down at the Aliens flying below, and at several human figures emerging on the roof. Apparently something was pissing them off, because they were making angry gestures and turning bright red. She could have sworn that especially angry one looked familiar...
"So, if they aren't evil, what the hell are they? We haven't even seen one yet, but look at their effect on those poor girls! Why did we send them out to their death!" "They would have died here anyway! Listen, those girls are our only hope for protecting the world outside. We cannot let the FBI get a sample, you know that better than any of us! Do you know what President Bush could do with it? He could breed an army of unstoppable, unfeeling, bloodthirsty monsters and unleash them onto the world! Look what he did with only soldiers! If he were to have a mass of those ultimate fighting machines, and march them into war, he could rip a country apart, but they wouldn't just attack the soldiers, oh no, their need to feed would drive them to the countries core, its people. They would kill everything, everyone, down to the last child. They have no emotions, there's no one to tell them no! And when the United Nations gets together to make him explain his intolerable actions, he's going to act like it was all news to him. Like he didn't know what was going to happen if he drove these animals to earth!" The history teacher sat back down. That message hit home, though it didn't answer the original question, in a way, it did. The creatures weren't evil, this cruelty was human.
Calley raced up the stairs, shouting to her partner as she went. She told her to head for the pool, and that she would be right there, but it wouldn't stop. When they reached the top, it tried to scoop her up to take her along, and Calley understood. "She thinks I'm trying to sneak off. Well I am, so now what..." she thought. Calley took the beasts arm, telling it to come with her. When she wasn't looking, the creature playfully swung her onto its shoulders, and proceded to bolt down the hall. Calley gave in, and when they reached the teachers hideout, somehow it knew to stop. She got a little frightened, and asked if it was still hungry. She shook her head, but Calley still felt uneasy. She told her these people weren't to be attacked, and it understood. Carefully, Calley knocked on the door.
The teachers snapped up at the sound from the door. They looked at each other, naturally quite tense. Their eyes filled with fear as the math teacher walked over to the door. "Who's there!" he demanded, trying to sound as strong as he could, but his voice was unsteady nonetheless. "Its Calley. Don't worry, we are all right. Could I come in, there's a few developments I think you need to hear." Quite relieved, he opened the door, and was greeted by the calm girl, and her Alien friend...
He fell back into the classroom, and everybody got scared, but Calley explained there was nothing to fear. They still didn't calm down, so she started to tell the story anyway. They finally quieted down to listen, and eventually grew accustomed to the animals presence in their sanctuary, though it was rather disturbing to have a homicidal maniac hanging around...
She told them as quickly as she could, fearing that with every passing moment things were becoming more and more dangerous with the Alien around. "So, I need you guys to stay safe, no matter what, we are leaving now, but you have to survive. Don't let the government know where we went, it would only waste tax dollars for them to go on a suicide mission to find us. I need you to slowly let the truth come out, not about the creatures themselves, but you have to warn the people about the government betrayal. This can never, ever happen again, no matter what either the president shapes up, or backs down. I would prefer we start from scratch, this whole democracy concept was a load of crap. A bunch of slave owning, rich, Christian white guys planned out this system, and funny, that's becoming more and more of a minority in the American melting pot, so why the hell did it get this far? You need to make it clear that they are no longer the people, therefore they should not be single handedly running the democracy, duh. Make this travesty known, don't let it get lost in the pages of history like the other incidents, don't let it get covered up."
With that she left, relieved that the Alien had not tried anything. They made their way back downstairs, noticing the eerie quiet that had settled over the school. No more screams, no more eating sounds, no more scurrying, running, crashing, crunching, breaking or bashing. The school was empty, very few remained alive after the hunt, and as they made their way past the mounds of carnage, and as the adrenaline flow stopped, the magnitude of the situation was becoming more and more obvious.
In the hideout, the teachers were letting Calley's speech sink in. Everyone was brought back to attention when the shrill sound of the history teachers cell phone cried out from her purse. She ran over and as she pushed the talk button, everyone watched intently. She was shaking all over with anticipation, and was not to be let down. The caller was none other than the governor of Michigan, with whom she had many ties. Her voice became excited, and her face was gaining hope, and as they listened in they all could feel the air of opportunity. "Yes ma'am, this building is surrounded by FBI agents, and lord knows who else. They have covered all of the windows and doors, so we cannot see outside, yes as far as we know most of the students were killed, yes we are barricaded in the English teachers classroom, no, I don't know what the girls have planned." It went on like that, with the teachers inching in around her, listening with pleading ears, waiting for a ray of light in this hysteria. As she pressed the off button, the all backed up and pretended like they weren't listening in, and she turned to them with a smile on her face. "I think God has heard our prayers at long last! The governor is gathering the Michigan police force, the fire fighters, everyone in power is coming to this spot to rescue us! The press is getting involved, since the FBI wont let them in, this new opportunity is bringing the community together to help." At long last, there was a chance for survival.
In the pool room, the Aliens were preparing to do something that had never been attempted before by their race, mixing with humans. Sure, they took on human hosts to produce young, but this process was completely different. The girls had been sitting quietly on the bleachers, each thinking about their own reasons to leave, each wondering who was to be chosen. It was a very uncomfortable moment, to tell you the truth. The queen had finished making the chlorine shells, which were like thick, jello membranes, almost like fish eggs, only aqua colored. There was a pouch at the bottom, evidently containing two separated chemicals, that would combine to create lift. The queen approached them. "Siske heerui gangabuya mifwyi eh." They all looked at each other, then realizing what had happened, looked back to each other in confusion. "Did you just, understand?" Ray asked the group. Everyone nodded. Evidently, during the hunt, they all had formed a psychic bond with the creatures, and all of them now possessed the speech.
"So, like she said, which is it going to be?" They fell silent. "I think, I know. Yeeusur mifwyi eh jinjiner jectabire lungeivate." Calley said softly. They all looked at the queen, awaiting response. "Wisreitu fliesh congabuyai bifwyi." As they heard this, their faces lit up. There were enough chlorine pods for all of them to fly to Jupiter. But, there was a morphing process that had to take place first, so that their skin would be tough enough to withstand the pressures of space, though protected by the film, once on Jupiter, they would not last. Though Alien blood is highly toxic and corrosive, they possess a gland on the side of their head, what would be our cheek, that circulates the alien hormones. The girls weren't sure exactly what was about to happen, but their excitement helped to dull the pain when their Alien partners put a small slit in their hands using their sharp claws. As the blood started to flow to the cut, the Aliens took a claw to their cheek, opening their hormone sacs. They brought the girls hands up to their cheek, and it would have looked cute if saw just that interaction, but as the hormone mingled with the blood of the girls, a change began to take place in their bodies...
The governor was approaching the incident site, armed with all the police in Michigan. She had a plan to surround the FBI, and force their way into the school to search for survivors. The whole concept of the Alien creatures had not fully sunk in, but it was probably for the better. They arrived in the area at about the same time the girls were transforming...
They were in pain, but it was bittersweet. The hormone raged in their blood, sending wave after wave of microscopic messages, DNA modifications, and physical alteration through their already unsteady teenage framework. The first major change was the hair and nails. The hair became straight and cold, and took on an almost silvery coat. Their nails turned black, like the Aliens hard skin, but the shape remained otherwise normal. The normal growth of their bones and muscles was sped up substancially, and they grew nearly a foot each. The muscles went hard, the skin went tough, and the natural oils were replaced with Alien sweat, which at first might seem like a bad thing, but nearly all of the body hair was burned off and replaced with the smooth, hard, silicon skin. It didn't turn black like the Aliens, but it was obviously darker. Their features got sharper, which made them look kind of scary, but in a cute way. It hurt, but it was more of a burny, tingly feeling than a muscle tearing, bone crunching kind of pain. Those changes had finally subsided, and the queen thought it was over, until something unusual happened. The skin on their back, right on the shoulderblades, parted to reveal bone starting to poke through. Bone with muscle wrapped firmly around was sprouting from their backs, and as it came about four inches out of them, in contact with the air, it became encased in a silvery shell. It continued to stretch out behind them, and the silvery looking silicon spread out from the bone, eventually forming a pair of bat-like wings. The wounds continued to bleed a bit, and the new growth itched, so they walked over to dunk their wings into the inviting pool water. It was now a lot clearer in color, since most of the chlorine was used up, so it was virtually colorless as they dove in.
It was cool as they slid effortlessly through, gliding like fish in an endless ocean. Unfortunately, the pool was not endless, and they kept bumping into each other and the walls as they swam. They tested out their new wings, beating them, pulling them in and out, using them like paddles through the water. Feeling refreshed, they stepped out, none of them noticing that they had been swimming nearly four minutes, with none of them surfacing to breathe. When they stepped out onto the deck, they did notice that they were nearly dry, all the water had ran straight through their slick hair, and off of their now slippery skin. Instantly dry, they watched as the Aliens hauled the chlorine casings up through a hole they had beaten through the ceiling. The girls were scooped up in the careful arms of their Alien friends, who now were more like Alien sisters, and were carried up through the hole onto the roof.
The FBI squad had held their ground for a long time, but the governor's will was just as strong. She used the police force to herd them into a tight bundle of black suits. The agents were getting ready to fire upon them, having direct orders from the President to guard this building at all costs. The governor knew it would be tricky, so she brought along some special help. The doctors of Michigan are hard working, and don't appreciate important medical research being cut out of the budget because the President worked up high deficits with risky space missions, so they gladly volunteered. Vets armed with tranquelizer guns positioned themselves around the agents, awaiting the signal. Nurses with sedatives were also at the ready, and psychiatrists as well. All at once the signal was given, and after a tense struggle, the FBI was sound asleep, and the doctors escaped with mild injury. The leader of the group was captured for questioning, but he took a cyanide before the governor could get any answers. So it goes.
The police rushed into the school, but was stopped sick with the gruesome carnage in the front lobby. They slowly, systematically searched the corridors for survivors, but discovered only a few. The governor herself ran up to the teachers hideout, and upon arrival was greeted with grateful arms. They brave team of educators was hastily evacuated. The seventh graders Calley had protected were found in the courtyard under a pile of leaves, scared out of their wits. The psychiatrists went immediately to work on calming the survivors, but it was difficult work. Crews were called in to start identifying, cleaning, and cremating the piles of bodies strewn throughout the hallways.
However, the governor was not the only executive force acting on the situation. The president of the United States would not allow his important warfare research to be spoiled. He had reached the city limits at the time the governor had broke into the school, and was now pulling into the parking lot, to see the whole place in shambles, and his beautiful killing machines up on the roof. At first he was smiling, but as five girls with monster wings appeared, along with several, gooey green blobs, he came to realize that something had gone terribly awry...
The creatures began to carefully climb into the sacs, the queens going first. She had instructed the girls to step on the chemical bags at the bottom when the signal was given, though none of them believed that that tiny bit of substance could propel them through the atmosphere, and that the outer shell that was designed to protect them from the vacuum of space would make it out that far. The Aliens helped them in, and sealed the pods up tight. "Wait, how do we breathe?" The Aliens looked puzzled, then explained that their mutation has changed their lung structure, and that they no longer depend on oxygen to fuel their blood. Being partly human still, they need some oxygen, but not nearly as much. They now took in nitrogen, which lasted much longer. The girls hadn't noticed that their breathing had slowed, even with the exercise. All of the Aliens were now ready, and the signal was given. The girls did as they were told, stomping hard upon the chemical chambers, breaking the separator, and the combination sent them hurtling into the air with incredible speed. It reminded them a lot of their field trip to Space Camp, when they went on the G-Force simulator, and the Space Shot ride. The pressure was crushing them into the back of the shell, but it was firm against their weight. Cate even snuck a glance backward through the guard, down at the Aliens flying below, and at several human figures emerging on the roof. Apparently something was pissing them off, because they were making angry gestures and turning bright red. She could have sworn that especially angry one looked familiar...