Hey guys, sorry I didn't update for such a long while! Here's chapter 4!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GLEE.
Artie,
We have to talk ASAP. When can I see you?
Rachel.
She sat on the corner where Finn left her, cell phone in her hand. The sun had disappeared over the horizon, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. Shuddering in her coat, she was afraid of being alone, but was too afraid to do anything. The creature had made its way down her leg and was taking small bites of her inner thigh. Suddenly, the girl felt her phone vibrate. Grabbing it, she squinted at the dim screen.
Hey Rachel,
I know what you're talking about. You know where I live, right? You can find me there.
Artie
Rachel let out a sigh. Straightening her collar, she tapped at the keypad furiously.
Yeah. You're a few blocks down, right?
A few minutes later...
Right. Please hurry.
She ran. Rachel didn't know how Artie was tied to the thing that even now was suckling on her silky skin, but all she remembered was that he had something to do with its creation. A series of questions swam through her mind. Why did he want to help? How much of the creature was his idea? Who was really in control of the creature? Guided only by the glow of a few streetlights, she worried that she might be led astray, when suddenly, she heard Artie's nasal voice.
"Rachel! I'm over here!"
She turned and saw, seated in the doorway, Artie Abrams, decked in a t-shirt and shorts. With a motion of his hand, he beckoned her inside. "I understand completely. Follow me, I want to show you something."
The wheelchair-bound boy turned around and went inside, followed closely by Rachel. Taking a sharp turn right, he slid down a ramp leading into his basement; waving one arm at his companion, he cued her to shut the door behind him. Artie had turned the basement into a laboratory of sorts; shelves filled with various textbooks lined the east wall, and Rachel couldn't help marveling at a counter covered with flasks upon flasks of various chemicals. Artie turned to shut the door when he nodded to Rachel. "I tend to do a lot of work here. It's sort of an escape for me when I get picked on."
"What do you make?"
"Different sorts of things. To be honest, half the time I don't know what I'm making, but I've made some pretty decent stuff, and I've been using it to keep some of the football team at bay. Aphrodisiacs and barbiturates are in high demand right now. Notice that they haven't slushied me in the past few months? Yeah, I figured out how to make some rather nice ones, and when Azimio found out, he became really nice to me. Tried to buy some."
"Did Finn ever try to buy any?"
"No. He wanted to make something special for you, something that only you would appreciate. I assume he wanted to make a pet of some sort, but he provided me with this book. Now, as you probably learned in your biology class, I can't just bring things to life; though sometimes I wish I were, I'm not a wizard. But this created something weird, and when I tested it on one of my rats, the thing killed it. I noticed that the rat's perineum was ruptured - that is, the thing basically left a huge tear connecting the reproductive organs to the anus. Not pleasant. What's worse, there were lacerations on its abdomen; I couldn't identify the source."
Rachel was mortified. Turning to the counter, she noticed a Luger lying next to a pile of notebooks. "Why do you have that gun there?"
"It was my grandfather's. I tried to kill myself with it when I realized what I'd done, but I couldn't go through with it."
Rachel covered her mouth in shock. "Well, what can you do about it?"
"I've tried to recreate the creature, and after several errors, I succeeded in making one. Just one. I tried to dissect it to see what makes it tick, and I took a look at Finn's book. This thing is weird. I don't even know how it works, nor do I know why it acts the way it does. But Finn wanted me to make one of those, specifically. I'm not sure why. It might have something to do with a fetish of his, I've seen pornography of that sort before. Now, here's what I found out. The creature only -"
At that, the blob in Rachel's coat climbed out and jumped to the floor. It sprouted three eyes, and tentacles began to protrude from its small black body. The girl screamed, grabbed the Luger, and shot at the creature. It released its grip, and Rachel ran to the door, attempting to undo the bolt and escape, but the creature had other plans. While nursing its bleeding tentacle, it had turned its attention to Artie, and as the thing continued to grow and grow, it lifted the boy up into the air. He hung limp like a ragdoll, and the thing was preparing to penetrate him anally with its tentacles. Rachel pulled the trigger again. She missed, hitting Artie in the thigh. Again and again, she fired, and each time, she missed; half of the bullets hit Artie instead, who was screaming in pain. As small streams of blood ran down his thigh, the creature let out another guttural moan eerily reminiscent of a laugh.
Rachel opened the door and ran, only to be stopped in her tracks when she heard Artie's moans. Turning around, she saw the creature with its appendages wrapping themselves around Artie's manhood, while other tentacles were in the process of ramming themselves down his throat. She panicked; running to the kitchen, she grabbed a knife and shut herself in the pantry. The sound of the creature sliding about could be heard, coming closer and closer. Rachel held onto the knife for dear life, when suddenly, a tendril found its way under the door.
The schoolgirl attempted to evade the thing, but it seemed to know its way around. It felt around the kitchen floor, narrowly missing Rachel's feet, when suddenly it made contact with her shin. It tried to crawl up Rachel's thigh when suddenly, with a strength that was not her own, the girl slammed the blade into the tentacle. It withdrew, and part of it was severed, bleeding profusely all over the pantry floor.
When she opened the door, she saw Artie, without his glasses, half-naked, lying on the floor. He was covered in slime, and shuddering. As the last tentacles withdrew from his anal cavity, he looked up at Rachel, a look of horror in his eyes. "Take... my notebook. It's the red one on the counter in my basement. Take- take it and run as far away as possible. It'll continue to use me for a while, but it'll get bored. But... for some reason, it's taken a liking to you. Just get the notebook and go!"
Rachel nodded and obliged, running to the basement and grabbing the nearest notebook on the table. As she ran for the door, she took one last look at Artie. The creature was growing again, and it had flipped the cripple onto his stomach, preparing to rend him apart.