The group of preps backed into a nearby wall as the two mysterious figures advanced, their sporknfs glittering in what little light remained. A cheerleader (aka prep with too much energy) gasped as she leaned against the wall, it was sticky...with layers of blood. Layer after layer...after layer...of prep blood accumulated throughout the years. She screamed ran from the wall...straight into the waiting sporknfs. The preps panicked and ran about in chaos, some dropped to their knees, begging for mercy. Others, the slightly more intelligent ones, tried the doors...but to no avail. One by one they slowly dropped like flies...their blood becoming a lake that drained into the girded floor into waiting tubes that poured them anew onto the grosteque walls.