The Last Invasion
Where's Riva?
Ouch. No, really big ouch. Everything hurt, and anything that didn't hurt, was numb. So, everything was in pain and numb. Well, that certainly didn't make sense. Then again, having this whole conversation in one's head didn't make a whole lot of sense anyway. Wake up now, Case.
Grudgingly, the boy obeyed himself, lifting one heavy eyelid. He slammed it closed, scared at the sight of the whole room spinning unnaturally fast. With a gulp of air, he reopened his eye, then the other, staring. He was laying on cement, damp from rain, a thick smell of mildew in the air. He lifted his head slowly, ignoring the wave of nausea that washed over him at any movement, to peer around his dim surroundings. Only one conclusion came to mind: he was lying in a decaying aboveground parking deck.
That couldn't be right, how had he gotten here? He twisted his head to the right, seeing only more parking deck, and to the left, a crumbling wall that allowed him to see the brisk night air. There was only one crumbling deck he could think of in the city, and that was down in the warehouse district, and no body went down there. Moving carefully, he sat up, the nausea decreasing as long as he moved slowly. But the pain was there; it seemed concentrated right on the nape of his neck.
Casey gingerly touched there, feeling a warm liquid matting his hair. He walked to the edge of the deck, next to the crumbling wall, and stared at his fingers in horror. They were covered in blood, his blood. Then a flash of memories flooded his mind: doing homework at Borders, going outside, Zeke missing, then darkness. Zeke. Where was he?
"Zeke?" He called hoarsely, his voice rough and scratchy. Clearing his throat, Casey tried again, "Zeke!" The missing boy didn't answer, but someone did, "He isn't here." Casey whirled around, nearly fell over from such harsh movements, and then nearly screamed, "Miss Levinson? What in the hell are you doing here?"
She smiled thinly, a cold smile that sent chills up and down Casey's spine. He backed up until he hit the crumbling wall as Miss Levinson advanced on him. Her eyes were a flame, locked entirely on his, as she paused inches from his face, "How are you feeling?" Somehow, Casey got the feeling she really didn't care.
He slid by her, backing up into the empty garage. "What are you doing here? Where's Zeke?" He persisted, another step back as she turned in his direction. She was looking beyond him, at something behind him, and he whirled around before bumping into someone else. It was a man, tall and well built, resembling Miss Levinson. His hair was short, a clean blonde shade, and his eyes held the same teal color as the teacher.
Casey stumbled back, but the man was quicker, grabbing his forearm in an iron tight grip. Miss Levinson walked over, cupping Casey's chin in her fingers, the manicured nails digging into his skin, "Tell me, Casey, how are you feeling?" He shook his head, but she held on firmly, forcing him to stare into her eyes. His blue eyes slid over to the man, his face remained neutral, almost bored. He received a rough shake from the teacher when he didn't answer, a sickening wave of the nausea coming back. "I don't feel well," he mumbled, voice slurring.
"Hm," she glanced up at the man, dropping Casey's chin, "The other one hasn't woken up. Perhaps we put to much in him."
"Into who? To much what?"
"It's possible. I don't think Marian gave this one as much. It doesn't matter, if he dies, he dies."
"Zeke! Are you talking about Zeke?"
"I guess. But what if this one doesn't talk?"
"We'll make him," the man replied with a nasty grin aimed at Casey. The boy felt his stomach drop, not from nausea but fear. Miss Levinson placed a hand on the man's arm, "Now, now, Henry. Let's not scare him, yet." She glanced at the blue-eyed boy, smiled sweetly, something that didn't look at home on her face. "Now tell me, Casey, where is Riva?"
Riva? Casey blanked, they were looking for Riva? What about Zeke? What happened to Zeke? "I don't know where she is," he replied slowly, face wrinkled from confusion. The smile remained plastered on her face, "Casey, you can avoid a whole lot of pain if you just tell me where the girl is."
"I told you, I don't know. Where's Zeke?" He yelped as Henry's grip tightened around his arm, twisting it painfully behind his back. Miss Levinson's smile vanished completely, the cold hard glare replacing it as she once again snatched his chin, "Wrong answer. You tell me where Riva is and I'll tell you where Zeke is."
Casey's mind raced, all in the wrong directions. Everything on his body was numb, except for his twisted arm; it throbbed. "I don't know where she is, honest! Why are you looking for her?" There were so many questions floating through his head, he couldn't keep track of one, when they all flew out the window as he was wrenched to his knees.
Henry gave a vicious yank to his arm, which was followed by a loud, sickening crack. Casey dully realized that his arm had just been broken. He recalled breaking his arm as a little kid, when riding his bike. It had hurt a lot, but not like this. This was horrible, nearly unbearable, to the point he had fallen to his knees. His arm felt on fire, he could feel each pump of his heart sending out burning blood through his body, dots swam in his vision. He hadn't even realized he'd been screaming until Miss Levinson had clamped a hand over his mouth.
Not a drop of concern or pity covered her face as she locked her eyes with his, "I'm sure that must hurt. The thing we knocked you out with, it heightens the pain, can you tell?" She chuckled darkly while kneeling beside him, "Just tell me where Riva is, that's all we ask. Either that, or I'm sure Henry wouldn't mind breaking a few more fragile human bones." Casey barely heard what she was saying, all he could think about was the excruciating pain in his arm, the way it hung at an unnatural angle beside him. He felt two heavy hands fall on his shoulders, yanking him up onto two unsteady feet. "Where's Zeke?" He murmured, head lolling to one side.
Miss Levinson sighed, seeing that she might not get an answer out of him. "Zeke is most likely dead." Casey didn't hear her, the word Zeke and dead echoing through his brain, over and over. "We injected him with to much, it seemed to overload him. He hasn't woken up yet."
"Who are you really?" Casey whispered, his head straightening. He pushed Zeke from his mind; there would be more time for him later. Miss Levinson smiled thinly, and he heard a chuckle from Henry, "Haven't you figured it out, human?" Casey shook his head weakly, but an unspoken fear began to grow. Three months. That's what Riva had said. It had been three months. When Casey glanced up at the teacher, she was no longer standing there.
Instead, a monster was in her place. She towered above him, a mass of tentacles, a grinning mouth lined with rows of sharp teeth. Casey recoiled into Henry, who remained in human form, thankfully. The memory of Mary Beth, in her true form, raced through Casey. The heart pounding chase through the locker room, squeezing through the bleachers as they slammed shut.
But Miss Levinson was different in some aspects; she had two thick tentacles, larger then the rest that secreted a green slime on the ends. She nodded to Henry, who tightened his grip around Casey's shoulders, "Tell me where she is."
"I don't know!" The boy yelped, struggling to stop his body from trembling as the alien advanced. One of the larger tentacles raised and slapped across his face, drawing a line of blood from his left cheekbone down to his chin. It also left a trail of slime that soaked into the wound on his face, bringing fresh pain.
He fell again, no longer able to stand from the pain. He clutched his face with his one good hand, desperately trying to wipe away the slime that was causing this pain. In the back of his mind, he realized that the tentacles, sharp as needles, were what knocked him out in the first place. It felt like years ago.
"I don't know where Riva is! She ran off during school! I haven't seen her since! Oh god, make the pain stop!" He screamed, feeling tears sliding down from his eyes. They touched the bloody line, seeped in, bringing a cooling sensation. He looked up at Miss Levinson again, once again a human, as she bent down beside him. She inspected her job then waved.
Why is she waving? Casey wondered, falling back. It was his last conscious thought.
A.N: Yup, another cliffhanger. Yup, I'm evil. Mwaha. Poor Casey sounds like he could use some Tylenol. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I love you all! Hugs for all!
Where's Riva?
Ouch. No, really big ouch. Everything hurt, and anything that didn't hurt, was numb. So, everything was in pain and numb. Well, that certainly didn't make sense. Then again, having this whole conversation in one's head didn't make a whole lot of sense anyway. Wake up now, Case.
Grudgingly, the boy obeyed himself, lifting one heavy eyelid. He slammed it closed, scared at the sight of the whole room spinning unnaturally fast. With a gulp of air, he reopened his eye, then the other, staring. He was laying on cement, damp from rain, a thick smell of mildew in the air. He lifted his head slowly, ignoring the wave of nausea that washed over him at any movement, to peer around his dim surroundings. Only one conclusion came to mind: he was lying in a decaying aboveground parking deck.
That couldn't be right, how had he gotten here? He twisted his head to the right, seeing only more parking deck, and to the left, a crumbling wall that allowed him to see the brisk night air. There was only one crumbling deck he could think of in the city, and that was down in the warehouse district, and no body went down there. Moving carefully, he sat up, the nausea decreasing as long as he moved slowly. But the pain was there; it seemed concentrated right on the nape of his neck.
Casey gingerly touched there, feeling a warm liquid matting his hair. He walked to the edge of the deck, next to the crumbling wall, and stared at his fingers in horror. They were covered in blood, his blood. Then a flash of memories flooded his mind: doing homework at Borders, going outside, Zeke missing, then darkness. Zeke. Where was he?
"Zeke?" He called hoarsely, his voice rough and scratchy. Clearing his throat, Casey tried again, "Zeke!" The missing boy didn't answer, but someone did, "He isn't here." Casey whirled around, nearly fell over from such harsh movements, and then nearly screamed, "Miss Levinson? What in the hell are you doing here?"
She smiled thinly, a cold smile that sent chills up and down Casey's spine. He backed up until he hit the crumbling wall as Miss Levinson advanced on him. Her eyes were a flame, locked entirely on his, as she paused inches from his face, "How are you feeling?" Somehow, Casey got the feeling she really didn't care.
He slid by her, backing up into the empty garage. "What are you doing here? Where's Zeke?" He persisted, another step back as she turned in his direction. She was looking beyond him, at something behind him, and he whirled around before bumping into someone else. It was a man, tall and well built, resembling Miss Levinson. His hair was short, a clean blonde shade, and his eyes held the same teal color as the teacher.
Casey stumbled back, but the man was quicker, grabbing his forearm in an iron tight grip. Miss Levinson walked over, cupping Casey's chin in her fingers, the manicured nails digging into his skin, "Tell me, Casey, how are you feeling?" He shook his head, but she held on firmly, forcing him to stare into her eyes. His blue eyes slid over to the man, his face remained neutral, almost bored. He received a rough shake from the teacher when he didn't answer, a sickening wave of the nausea coming back. "I don't feel well," he mumbled, voice slurring.
"Hm," she glanced up at the man, dropping Casey's chin, "The other one hasn't woken up. Perhaps we put to much in him."
"Into who? To much what?"
"It's possible. I don't think Marian gave this one as much. It doesn't matter, if he dies, he dies."
"Zeke! Are you talking about Zeke?"
"I guess. But what if this one doesn't talk?"
"We'll make him," the man replied with a nasty grin aimed at Casey. The boy felt his stomach drop, not from nausea but fear. Miss Levinson placed a hand on the man's arm, "Now, now, Henry. Let's not scare him, yet." She glanced at the blue-eyed boy, smiled sweetly, something that didn't look at home on her face. "Now tell me, Casey, where is Riva?"
Riva? Casey blanked, they were looking for Riva? What about Zeke? What happened to Zeke? "I don't know where she is," he replied slowly, face wrinkled from confusion. The smile remained plastered on her face, "Casey, you can avoid a whole lot of pain if you just tell me where the girl is."
"I told you, I don't know. Where's Zeke?" He yelped as Henry's grip tightened around his arm, twisting it painfully behind his back. Miss Levinson's smile vanished completely, the cold hard glare replacing it as she once again snatched his chin, "Wrong answer. You tell me where Riva is and I'll tell you where Zeke is."
Casey's mind raced, all in the wrong directions. Everything on his body was numb, except for his twisted arm; it throbbed. "I don't know where she is, honest! Why are you looking for her?" There were so many questions floating through his head, he couldn't keep track of one, when they all flew out the window as he was wrenched to his knees.
Henry gave a vicious yank to his arm, which was followed by a loud, sickening crack. Casey dully realized that his arm had just been broken. He recalled breaking his arm as a little kid, when riding his bike. It had hurt a lot, but not like this. This was horrible, nearly unbearable, to the point he had fallen to his knees. His arm felt on fire, he could feel each pump of his heart sending out burning blood through his body, dots swam in his vision. He hadn't even realized he'd been screaming until Miss Levinson had clamped a hand over his mouth.
Not a drop of concern or pity covered her face as she locked her eyes with his, "I'm sure that must hurt. The thing we knocked you out with, it heightens the pain, can you tell?" She chuckled darkly while kneeling beside him, "Just tell me where Riva is, that's all we ask. Either that, or I'm sure Henry wouldn't mind breaking a few more fragile human bones." Casey barely heard what she was saying, all he could think about was the excruciating pain in his arm, the way it hung at an unnatural angle beside him. He felt two heavy hands fall on his shoulders, yanking him up onto two unsteady feet. "Where's Zeke?" He murmured, head lolling to one side.
Miss Levinson sighed, seeing that she might not get an answer out of him. "Zeke is most likely dead." Casey didn't hear her, the word Zeke and dead echoing through his brain, over and over. "We injected him with to much, it seemed to overload him. He hasn't woken up yet."
"Who are you really?" Casey whispered, his head straightening. He pushed Zeke from his mind; there would be more time for him later. Miss Levinson smiled thinly, and he heard a chuckle from Henry, "Haven't you figured it out, human?" Casey shook his head weakly, but an unspoken fear began to grow. Three months. That's what Riva had said. It had been three months. When Casey glanced up at the teacher, she was no longer standing there.
Instead, a monster was in her place. She towered above him, a mass of tentacles, a grinning mouth lined with rows of sharp teeth. Casey recoiled into Henry, who remained in human form, thankfully. The memory of Mary Beth, in her true form, raced through Casey. The heart pounding chase through the locker room, squeezing through the bleachers as they slammed shut.
But Miss Levinson was different in some aspects; she had two thick tentacles, larger then the rest that secreted a green slime on the ends. She nodded to Henry, who tightened his grip around Casey's shoulders, "Tell me where she is."
"I don't know!" The boy yelped, struggling to stop his body from trembling as the alien advanced. One of the larger tentacles raised and slapped across his face, drawing a line of blood from his left cheekbone down to his chin. It also left a trail of slime that soaked into the wound on his face, bringing fresh pain.
He fell again, no longer able to stand from the pain. He clutched his face with his one good hand, desperately trying to wipe away the slime that was causing this pain. In the back of his mind, he realized that the tentacles, sharp as needles, were what knocked him out in the first place. It felt like years ago.
"I don't know where Riva is! She ran off during school! I haven't seen her since! Oh god, make the pain stop!" He screamed, feeling tears sliding down from his eyes. They touched the bloody line, seeped in, bringing a cooling sensation. He looked up at Miss Levinson again, once again a human, as she bent down beside him. She inspected her job then waved.
Why is she waving? Casey wondered, falling back. It was his last conscious thought.
A.N: Yup, another cliffhanger. Yup, I'm evil. Mwaha. Poor Casey sounds like he could use some Tylenol. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I love you all! Hugs for all!