Tales from Amity Park Cementery
Chapter four: The dinner party
The powerful aroma of sausage and onions with a touch of pepper filled the Foley household one cool morning, and the sizzling sound of battered eggs striking the frying pan made for a bit of an orchestra every morning. For Tucker Foley, the kitchen was his canvas, an almost sacred place where he could create his art, even his own mother chose out of her volition not to enter into this sacred ground whenever her son was "creating." From a very young age, the dark skin boy took a deep liking for cooking despite his father's initial dislike, claiming the kitchen was a woman's place, a poor and extremely outdated belief that had long since died out in society.
With the passing of the years, Tucker's skills with the spatula and the frying pan along with the use of the oven became ever more distinguished, and his presence in the kitchen had become a welcome sight for his father who finally came to appreciate his son's culinary skills. Coming home from a long day's work only to be greeted by a meal worthy of a king made even the hardest of days into something much better, the man always looks forward to his son's cooking which in a way made his wife somewhat jealous as her presence in the kitchen was everyday lesser.
"Anyone can make an omelet, but not everyone knows how to make an omelet. To stir the eggs just right to the point of obtaining the perfect and alluring yellow color along with adding the right amount of filling and seasoning. It all comes down to dedication, skill, and attention to detail."- A dark hooded figure said sitting over the table.
The creature's dark figure contrasted with the bright pastel color wallpapers and recently polished cupboards, its glowing red eyes fell upon a couple who were sitting opposite him and paying him no mind at all as they enjoyed their morning coffee while waiting for Tucker to finish cooking breakfast. Tucker's father, Maurice had his eyes glued over to the living room television as the morning news was being transmitted yet nothing of much importance other than a random car crash and a jewelry store being broken in followed by an underground fight club that was disbanded thanks to police intervention.
"Where you bought these?"- Maurice asked while eyeing down the thick sausage next to his omelet.
"Made them ma'self"- Tucker replied while smiling long and wide.
"And how much did that cost?"- the man said as he cut his sausage while looking at a strange contraption over the counter.
There was a small newly acquired meat grinder standing proudly on the kitchen counter, already nailed unto the wood. Made with steel though unlike the more modern versions this one was manually operated via a handle to the right side, rather than being fully dependent on electricity which in a manner of speaking was much safer to operate. There were two great loves in life Tucker's other than his parents, of course, his love for cooking and for electronics, always trying to stay at the forefront of all modern devices, the PDA being his personal favorite despite having long lost its commercial appeal at the sight of smartphones.
"Twenty bucks at a second-hand store."- Tucker boy replied with a smile. "Spend all day long scrubbing off the rust until it was nice and pretty"- he added while rubbing his shoulder.
Both Tucker's parents giggled in unison though it was the boy's mother, Angela who confirmed seeing her son scrubbing at some piece of metal all Sunday morning rather than going out with his friends as was usual. It both warmed her heart to know her son was passionate about something, yet it also worried her that he gave too much time to a single activity, in hindsight, many kids his age spend all day with their videogames or lollygagging. At least Angela was sure her son's activities, in the long run, would prove far more useful in the real world than smashing buttons in a sequence trying to kill a fictional foe, his ability in the kitchen would surely open more than a few doors.
"I just hope you can walk through the door"- The woman taunted her son, at the same time was impressed that Tucker hadn't gained much weight despite his love for food.
"I'm more worried he might have a heart attack before turning fifteen"- Maurice added with a smirk.
Despite being only fourteen years of age, Tucker could easily be considered a chef in his own right for his suburb cooking skills that rivaled that of Amity's finest restaurants, and that could make more than one chef jealous. But the one thing that contested Tucker's passion for the culinary arts was his ever-present desire for red meat, the boy loves seeing it, cooking it in all its variations and forms, and more importantly, eating it until his belly was about to burst. Angela was concerned about her son's cholesterol levels being too high despite being on the skinny side, it was true that Tucker didn't have much body fat, but on the other hand, he wasn't fit either as the boy couldn't keep up with gym class most of the time.
"Here's your lunch, dad, gotta bounced"- Tucker said as he handed over a metallic box before walking out of the house.
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The bright sun nearly blinded Tucker as he exits his house and walks down the lane, ready for another day at school where his mind would be prepared for an uncertain future. Cars dashed down the lane despite being in a residential area. It was upon reaching the main avenue that he saw his favorite meat shop at the corner, the boy then waves a casual hand at the old overweight lady whom Tucker often referred to as the Lunch Lady due to her previously working at Casper high. The woman had the best cuts in town and Tucker was her favorite customer, even if he got on her nerves every now and again for overly examining each piece, yet it made the woman feel rather good upon hearing compliments about her meat, especially if there were other customers nearby.
Upon reaching the corner, Tucker noticed a couple of teens walking in the direction of Casper high, Danny Fenton and Samantha Manson, his two closest friends yet they seemed to be arguing over something that he couldn't make out just yet. Danny was easily distinguished by his worn-out blue pants and white polo shirt that he wore almost on a daily basis, yet wasn't due to a lack of money but lack of imagination. Tucker knew he wasn't any better in the fashion department as he too wore the same outfit every single day that consisting of a pair of beige khaki shorts and a skin-tight yellow shirt that mark his overly soft belly, a red beret over his dreadlocks with a pair of brown work boots.
On the other hand, the only female in their group, Samantha Manson or Sam for short, dressed a little more exposed than her female school peers. A black top that left her belly exposed followed by a checkered black miniskirt, purple stocking, and black heavy combat boots dressed the girl who claimed to be goth, hence, breaking school code by making use of purple lipstick and black shade over her eyelids. From what Tucker came to understand, her attires were a statement, and to stand out along with making her parents rip their own hair away, they had seemingly tried to no end to make Sam wear girly dresses.
"Unique is good! That's why I'm an ultra recyclo-vegetarian!"- the girl said lifting her arms in the air.
"And that means what?"- Tucker said standing next to Danny.
"She doesn't eat anything with a face"- the fair skin boy replied.
Tucker raised a sarcastic eyebrow as he turned over to Sam who tried to glare him down, but it was on the food front that Tucker felt most powerful, he was sure his friend was just going through a phase and soon enough would learn to appreciate a nice T-bone steak. It was abundantly clear for Tucker and Danny that their friend was most likely just doing it to annoy her parents who often held lavish and extravagant dinner parties ever so often, just imagining the roasted pig seasoned to perfection with an apple in its snout sitting over a fancy table made Tucker start drooling, it was then that Sam clears her throat to bring Tucker back to reality.
"Oh, who cares about that stuff? Danny, two words: meat connoisseur." The boy then puts his arm around Danny's shoulder sniffing the air near his face. "Last night, you had Sloppy Joes." -Tucker winked.
"Impressive"- Danny replied with a smirk. With just that mere sniff, Tucker knew Danny's mother lacked a lot in the cooking department as seasoning didn't seem to be the right amount and had even replaced several spices.
"Meat heightens the senses, and my all-meat streak is fourteen years strong." -Tucker continued with a long wide grin and proudly tapping on his chest.
"...And it's about to end. The school board finally agreed to try a new cafeteria menu. I wore them down."- Sam said while putting her thin arms around her boys.
It was then that a flyer struck Sam in the face making her grumble and growl for a moment before yanking off the piece of paper, her two friends giggled at her just as she was about to crumble and toss it away. Her expression changed as she saw that it was a missing person flyer, Paulina Sanchez, captain of the cheerleader squad and the school's sweetheart along with being the most popular girl in all of Casper High. Not a single student didn't know her name and above all her wonderful face, her exotic Latin traits made her the most desired girl all around, rumor around the school was that she was recently scouted by Phantom Elite Fashion.
Yet had gone missing for almost a whole week without anyone knowing her whereabouts along with the fashion agency denying ever hiring or even coming into contact with Paulina, on the other hand, word on the street said that she was kidnapped by someone posing as a Phantom Elite Fashion agent, most likely to be sold off to the human trafficking rings given her natural and exotic beauty. Others claimed to have seen her boarding an interstate bus in the company of an older man, most likely her sugar daddy during the time she went missing, but the police couldn't find the girl after going through hours of footage from the station and reading for hundred time her diary.
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"What have you done?!"- Tucker said overly dramatic later that day during lunch break.
"What is this? Grass on a bun?"- Danny asked as he and his friends walk towards their table. "Don't you think this is a little extreme, Sam?" the boy added.
"Guys, it's time for a change." Sam stated while holding a sandwich aptly, grass on a bun.
Tucker felt nauseous upon laying eyes over their meals, simple grass that was surely collected from the school's front yard after being mowed earlier that morning and laid over a slice of near stale bread with no other compliments, he was sure to have seen some dirt on the so-called sandwich that both his friends were about to somehow eat. Out of nowhere, a large hairy hand suddenly pressed on Sam's shoulder forcing all three to turn around, before them stood a balding man with a large round belly, the years had not been kind to their vice-principal, Thomas Lancer.
"Ah, Miss Manson. The school board wanted me to personally thank you for ushering in this welcome experiment to our cafeteria." The teacher said with a large grin.
"Meat. Near. Roast beef, steam ham."- Tucker said looking over to his fat teacher. The overweight teacher suddenly pulled his hand off Sam's shoulder and backed away upon looking at Tucker's eyes which kindly reminded him of a starving wolf, despite never actually seeing one in person.
"No, no. The rumors about the new all-steak buffet in the teacher's lounge are completely untrue."- it was then that the man started to walk away while thanking the goth once again.
"Yeah, thanks for making us eat garbage, Sam." – Danny said staring at his meal.
"It's not garbage." – Sam declared holding the abomination called, Grass on a bun. "It's recyclable organic matter."- she added while taking a large bite.
"It's garbage, that's why I always bring my own lunch."- Tucker said confidently as they reached their table.
Her attention was drawn over to the boy as he places a metallic lunch box over the table from which he produced a white cloth that was laid over the table, followed by a steaming plate holding a slice of steak, potatoes, and carrots which made Danny raise an eyebrow wondering how he managed to keep it hot for so long. Sam then looked at her dark skin friend with a disgusted expression drawn on her face as Tucker pours apple juice into a wine cup ready to enjoy his lunch, the goth couldn't believe Tucker would rather have an innocent animal brutalized than to have a healthy vegetarian meal like a normal person.
"Umm… Tucker, you mind?"- Danny trailed off.
"Got you cover, man."- Tucker quickly replied while handing over a roast beef sandwich that further infuriate Sam.
Just as Danny was about to take the first bite was that a large chunk of mud stroked him in the back of his head forcing the sandwich to fall from the boy's grasp, Tucker looked at how the meat slices touched the filthy floor and part of the table, breaking his heart. Just then came storming none other than the school retard, Dash Baxter, who also served as the football team's quarterback and all-time bully. It was beyond surprising that he managed to somehow learn how to read and write as all he ever did was play fetch at the football field or waste the teacher's time by sleeping over his desk, the jock often got off the hook thanks to mister Lancer who convinced his peers to ignore his antics in favor of winning the state championship.
"I ordered three mud pies. Do you know what they gave me? Three mud pies. With mud. From the ground! All because of your girlfriend!"- Dash angrily stated while lifting Danny off the chair.
It was then that both Sam and Danny claimed not to be in any romantic relationship, but that mattered very little to Dash who couldn't process too much information at any given time and continued shaking the smaller boy. The jock never did like Danny for one or another reason, often blaming him for any of his shortcomings such as an unruly teacher that flunk for not answering all the questions or worst yet when he missed a touchdown.
"These are a healthy option"- Danny replied with a casual grin.
"These are the best years of my life! After high school, it's all downhill for me! How am I supposed to enjoy my glory days eating mud?!"- the tall blonde teenager yelled as other students watched, already used to this sight.
"It's actually topsoil."- Sam clarified.
The tall muscular brute didn't care in the least for the technical name and tossed Danny over the table, crashing onto Tucker's lunch. The wine glass shattered and the untouched steak landed on the floor only to be stepped on by a curious onlooker. Dash then took hold of the younger boy and slammed him on the table several times before taking hold of a mudpie and shoving it unto Danny's face in an effort to make him eat it, the other students watched bemused at the scene as a few took out their phones to record the bullying. The mudpie slides off Danny's face yet was held by the neck; his eyes open wide as he saw a large fist coming his way and connecting with his cheek.
"Try some garbage!"- Tucker said as his mudpie hit the jock's face.
Without a moment's doubt, Danny got up and returned the punch tenfold by hitting Dash twice on the face making him let go, a kick to the back of the knee forced the much taller teen to fall down allowing for Danny to add a second kick to the face. The boy was by no means violent and much less a troublemaker, but wasn't a pushover either. That was one of the many reasons Dash had picked on the kid, Danny was one of the very few who dare to punch back, and rather hard for that matter. Naturally, Dash wanted to "tame" the disobedient brat who didn't know about the natural order at school, the jock actually came to believe he was some sort of a king at Casper high as none of the teachers ever really punished him.
"You're gonna pay for this"- the jock claimed as he tried to tackle Danny down.
Nevertheless, Danny took the jock's momentum and toss him using a wrestler move that he recently saw on television, Dash landed flat on his back only to see Danny getting ready to strike him in the face again. Yet the punch never arrives as he was tackled down by the gym teacher, Ms. Tetslaff, a broad-shoulder woman with short hair and a short temper who didn't get along with mister Lancer and his biased attitude towards the football team. She didn't care that Danny was a puny fourteen-year-old boy when putting him in a headlock and dragging him to the principal's office while ordering two nearby boys to escort Dash to the infirmary and then to the principal's office.
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The sound of the oven opening announced the meatloaf was ready to be served, Angela saw her son preparing the plating with borderline elegance which made her somewhat jealous and proud at the same time. She had made the same dish many times before and much to her regret couldn't reach the same season as her son, the plating was exactly as one would see at a fancy restaurant, the meat was soft and tender with the right amount of seasoning, cooked to perfection.
"I heard your friend, umm… Danny got suspended for fighting."- Maurice spoke as he easily cut his meat.
"Totally not Danny's fault."- Tucker said defensively. "Dash had him pin down and ready to beat him."- the boy added.
"But only he got suspended."- Angela interjected.
As was expected, Danny was suspended for a whole week and was officially labeled as a troublemaker, yet Dash got off scot-free despite starting the fight and throwing the first punch just because he scored three touchdowns during the last match between Amity Park's Ravens and Dimmesdale's Losers. Danny had been especially hostile towards Dash after finding out that the jock had been hitting on his sister, thankfully, the girl had enough brains not to fall for his antics which made Dash more aggressive in his approach despite officially dating Paulina. It was a cliché scene to have the quarterback and the cheerleader captain dating.
"No surprise there, Lancer's always been too biased when it comes to his precious football team."- Maurice said trying to hide the delight the meatloaf was producing and failing miserably at it. "We went to school together; can you believe he was a cheerleader?"- the man continued.
"I'm sure he would put a blind eye if one of his team members was dragging a girl by the hair, kicking and screaming into an empty room"- Angela added with poison in her voice. "Remember a few months ago when a few girls dropped out of school, saw one of them at the mall the other day, pregnant."- The woman continued.
Dinner suddenly became silent, Tucker knew his parents didn't like Lancer ever since their time at Casper high, much less now that he held the position of vice-principal and openly allowed the football team to run wild making him wonder what kind of crimes they had committed and Lancer covered up, especially when it came to the girls. Tucker knew the school had security cameras placed at the cafeteria and hallways that mysteriously always malfunctioned when someone claimed to have been attacked by a jock, yet worked perfectly fine when a jock got in trouble or had the footage cut to make them look like the victims.
This was the case for Danny as the camera had suddenly malfunctioned despite working without issues through the prior four months, only to work again once Danny was beating up Dash clearly putting him as the bad guy. Lancer wanted to have Danny expelled on the spot, but both Sam and Tucker back their friend up claiming it was Dash who started the whole fight, a few brave students said to have seen the jock toss Danny over the table. But it was the threat of showing him video footage of the fight taken by a few classmates via their smartphones that ultimately forced the vice-principal to drop the idea of kicking Danny out as he feared his quarterback would face punishment.
"Putting that aside, how are things coming up for the dinner party?"- Maurice asked. "You could serve this meatloaf, it's amazing, son."- the man added.
"No, I got something better in mind. I came across some very special recipe."- Tucker replied with a smirk.
Maurice and his wife were then eager to celebrate their yearly Foley gathering with friends and family members that were coming from all corners of the country, some even from abroad but were more interested in showing off their developing chef to everyone around. His cooking skills would be the main talk of the party.
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"You know, it feels kinda different when Dash isn't around."- Danny said to his friends as he sat down on their customary table.
"You got that right!"- a chubby boy said walking past Danny while eating a large sandwich.
Following Paulina's example, Dash had vanished without a trace as well, just a day after Danny was suspended. Leaving everyone dumbfounded as to why the boy decided to skip town, the state championship was just a few weeks away and Dash was nowhere to be found, no one had seen or heard from him in nearly a week, Lancer was freaking out as he continuously interrogated his students, especially those who was allegedly bullied by the jock but so far, no one knew or care to find out where he had disappeared to.
Several teens even mocked the quarterback, saying he got scared of Danny, it was the first time anyone saw the big bully get in a real fight, though it was a one-sided battering as Danny turned out to be much better at kicking ass. Soon the quarterback became a laughingstock as he was mocked for picking on those that couldn't fight back such as the nerds and geeks from the chess club, but was nothing more than a scared little kitten when facing someone who was willing to fight back.
The big scary jock couldn't even land one single strike on Danny other than his initial sucker punch that led to his ultimate beating, he couldn't even put up a guard to defend himself, it would have ended even worst for Baxter if their gym teacher hadn't arrived to save him in the nick of time. Without their so-called fearless leader, most of the football players stopped messing with the students, at least, until a new retard took command.
"You really didn't have sunk to his level."- Sam said looking over at Danny. "Fighting him was way out of line."- she added.
"Next time, I'll let him beat me up until he's happy and realized how bad he is."- Danny retorted with annoyance. "Or maybe you can make a deal with him, you know, suck his dick a couple of times so he leaves us alone."- the boy continued angrily while taking out his lunch.
"That's not what I meant!"- Sam replied. "You could have told a teacher."- the girl countered.
"Oh, please, Sam, we all know Lancer doesn't give a damn about anyone other than his precious football team." Tucker said as he set his fancy meal over the table. "I for one am really happy that muscle shit-head ain't coming to school, it lets me eat in piece."- the boy continued.
The trio suddenly stopped eating as they laid eyes over none other than vice-principal Lancer who glare down at Danny and Tucker, making them feel most uncomfortable, none of the teens said a word as their teacher walked away. Lancer was well aware that his biased attitude towards the team made most of the student body come to hate the football players, going as far as to vandalize their locker room by spray painting insults over the wall and lockers along with cutting apart their uniforms, even breaking into the sport's warehouse to cut apart the balls. To say Lancer was furious was an understatement as he couldn't understand why his students were acting in such a manner
"Sorry, guys but I gotta leave early and fetch some ingredients for my folks' party." Tucker said as he marched out the main door later that day.
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Night befalls the city in the company of an unpredicted heavy storm, thunder illuminated the skies with deafening booms, small rivers formed between the streets and the sidewalks, people didn't dare leave their homes and those already outside hurried to seek shelter. And yet, there was a lone figure rushed out from a dark alleyway, staring with malice at a particular house in the suburbs, vice-principal, Lancer quietly glared at the Foley house, the man quickly broke the basement window having time the strike with the loud thunder. Lancer couldn't believe the police already dropped the case claiming Dash Baxter had ultimately run off with his girlfriend Paulina Sanchez, worst yet was that he was placed under investigation by the school board after several videos and eyewitnesses showed his biased attitude.
Lancer squeezed his fat belly through the small window while recalling one surveillance video in particular that had him in the school's hallway looking away as Dash punched a fellow student several times in the guts leaving him whizzing for air on the ground before shoving him into the locker before high fiving a fellow classmate named Kwan, yet the teacher did nothing to prevent this from happening, nor punished the jock despite having seen the act with his own eyes. Instead of marching off without even turning around, Lancer knew it was wrong of him for looking the other way, but his students had to understand the importance of the upcoming football match with their eternal rivals, Dimmesdale losers, which understandably stress out his star player who needed a way to vent out.
"Where are you?"- Lancer whispered as he took out a flashlight.
There was nothing of great interest the teacher could see beyond a few boxes and the water heater, yet was absolutely sure his quarterback was here or at least would be able to find some clues leading to his whereabouts, the overweight man sighs out loud as he recalled Dash's masterplan to set things back to their rightful way. Lancer knew it was wrong but couldn't or better yet, wouldn't do anything to stop his precious golden boy from vandalizing Tucker's home by spray painting several racial insults seeing the dark skin teen as the weakest link, leading the Foley family into believing they were being targeted by some white supremacist group, a common terror among black families, later on, Dash and his close friends would beat Tucker up while wearing Klan costumes to make sure his family ran away.
The fat man sighs as he sneaks further into the basement moving boxes and wondering why he even considered the idea of finding Dash at the Foley's basement, it wasn't as if his quarterback would be laying down on the floor after a whole week if he was caught spray-painting the house, Lancer then he recalls the second part of Dash's masterplan in which he would broker a "deal" with Sam by having her slept with him in return of not beating up Danny anymore, but the cherry on this part of the plan was that Dash intended on getting the little goth pregnant with the intention of walking out on her leaving Danny heartbroken to see his girlfriend pregnant with another guy's baby.
Lancer was sure that considered most girls including Sam would think it an honor to be sharing a bed with the quarterback, but it was Danny's reaction that worried the teacher the most after seeing the surveillance video where he saw the young boy beating the living daylights out of Dash almost effortlessly. The teacher was sure that it was only because Danny cowardly suckered and punched the quarterback when he wasn't looking, surely, the results would be very different in a fair fight.
"All for some macho bullshit"- vice-principal Lancer whispered.
Despite his initial reluctance and disgust towards the quarterback's revenge scheme found himself buying a few spray paint cans, hopeful it would suffice and Dash wouldn't carry on with phase two of his plan which he intended on extending towards Danny's older sister, Jazz if it worked on Sam that is. Lancer couldn't help but feel like an idiot for breaking and entering one of his students' houses looking for the football player despite having no actual proof the kid was there to begin with, for all Lancer knew, Dash could have gotten cold feet and was staying at one of his friends' house, just trying to build drama or make a grand comeback.
With a deep and exasperated sigh was that Lancer came to realize just how much of a fool he was for aiding Dash in his ridiculous quest for revenge, especially for something that he did all on his own, had Danny not started a fight with Dash in the first place over a mere mud pie, Dash would have avoided being ridiculed online. Lancer wasn't even sure of what he was looking for, a spray paint can? Dash's letterman jacket? Perhaps his tied-up corps, the teacher felt like an idiot. It was then that he turns his attention towards a sturdy-looking box at the end of the basement that might hold his weight, there was no point in staying any longer nor in trying to be discreet about his presence as he had already broken the window and could hear the music from the party upstairs.
So long as nothing was missing, he could easily deny ever being there. Just as Lancer bend over to pick up the box felt a breeze coming from a slit on the wall, upon pressing his head to the wood could hear what seemed to be an engine of a sort, small but audible. It didn't take much to pry the hidden door wide open revealing a second room, it was dark and cold sending shivers up his spine, in an almost unconscious manner born from habit was that the man placed his hand on the wall searching for a switch.
Lancer's eyes opened wide in awe as he couldn't believe what the light showed him, the room was undeniably a kitchen with light brown wooden floorboards and white tiles that one would commonly find at any regular house, as the teacher walked further in saw a cabinet with a sink and a stove by the left side followed by a wooden table with a single chair meaning it was meant for food preparation judging by the amount of kitchenware spread across along with the oversized pots and a meat slicer. On the opposite side of the kitchen noticed a locker, a horizontal freezer, and a thick wooden table. More notable was the ominous and rather intimidating bone seen next to the freezer.
"Is that an incinerator?"- Lancer asked while heading over to the locker. "Maybe the house was morgue before the Foley's moved in."- the man continued.
Most disturbing was the faint fragrance of spices and onions emanating from the incinerator which made the teacher gulp down, he was aware the Foley family were having a party just upstairs judging by the music, but not even their prize chef would be using an incinerator to prepare the feast. Lancer wasn't even sure if it was possible to cook with a furnace meant to turn people into ashes, it was possible that Maurice would have tampered with the gas system to make it more controllable seeing that he was an engineer, nevertheless, was still disturbing to cook a meal where a human had been burned away.
As the teacher made his way towards the table quickly took notice of several red stains lingering in the middle making him feel most uneasy as the smell reminded him of a meat shop, though more interesting were the ominous-looking blades that hung overhead, large, sharp and intimidating. Lancer gulped down upon seeing a bone saw that was oddly clean, even shiny, not even the bone saw from his local butcher shop was that clean, his attention was then drawn underneath the table where he spotted a wooden crate that he pulled out to discover it was empty. Still feeling worried was that Lancer open the freezer which held several chunks of meat all within vacuumed packages, though didn't have any brands written.
"This is ridiculous, breaking into a student's house."- Lancer realized just how foolish he was for breaking into Tucker's house after hearing about Dash's plan. In any case, could have gone to the police. It was then that he placed both hands over the locker's handle ready to see more kitchenware.
Lancer's eyes open wide in horror and shock as he opens the locker, before him was the lifeless body of quarterback Dash Baxter who hanged naked from a hook incrusted on the middle of his back, his blank expression showed no signs of life whatsoever, the teacher immediately saw that the corpse was missing both legs and his right arm followed by a huge vertical slash showing the lack of organs, large portions of meat had been carefully removed, yet not a drop of blood was to be seen anywhere, salt had been spread over the cuts perhaps in an attempt to prevent any from falling but the man knew it was to prevent the flesh from spoiling.
Lancer couldn't stop himself from vomiting, the sight before him was beyond horrible, no one in their right mind could do something so despicable to someone so nice, having seen countless horror movies made him rapidly turn around expecting to see the maniac responsible for such atrocity behind him, there was no one there. Daze and confused was how the overweight teacher rushed out of the basement kitchen feeling the ever-growing dread engulfing his heart.
"Lord of the flies! What's going on here!?"- Lancer yelps in horror as exits the kitchen.
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Lancer frenetically pulls the crate towards the window unable to fully understand what he just witnessed as it made no sense whatsoever, why? Why would anyone do something so horrible to someone as good and nice as Dash Baxter, it was true that the quarterback liked to play rough with his classmates at times and it was understandable that some delicate kids might have taken his playful demeanor in the wrong manner due to his muscular physique, such was the case with Danny Fenton who didn't know how to take a joke and started a fight for no real reason.
Perhaps Dash may have played a few rude pranks on his classmates like tossing them spit filled paper wads at the back of their heads, or hiding their books every so often, there was also the occasional playful punch to the guts, but nothing that merit calling anyone's parents or have Dash go into detention as ludicrous as it sounded, the teacher didn't see anything wrong with a little hazing once in a while as that helps built character.
It was then that Lancer's eyes set over the basement window, going out the same way he gained entry proof to be an impossible endeavor, the man couldn't even reach the window anymore as the wooden crate broke under his weight, without any support his large round belly wouldn't go through. The man armed himself with a broken pipe that was lying on the ground, the fat teacher slowly walked up the stairs, hearing to soft classical music going through the walls, surely, the Foley family was trying to play out a high-class party, but with a little luck Lancer would be able to blend in with the crowd.
The door opened without making a single sound which Lancer more than welcome as he steps into the kitchen where he was immediately seen by a few guests, Lancer timidly nodded as a form greeting before walking away towards the living room where he saw several more people scattered across, the man gulped down as stood out like a sore thumb given the casual outfit that he often wore at school, a blue button shirt with black dress pants. Everyone else wore fancier clothes such as a cocktail dress that often didn't leave much to the imagination, the men sported fine suits and polished shoes.
"Pet Sementary! The institute!"- Lancer yelled collecting the attention of the few guests that hadn't taken notice of his presence.
Before his eyes were the more horrific sight that he could have ever imagined, over at the table among the delicious steaming slices of gleaming meat, bread and vegetables were the most brutal and despicable sight ever to behold the man's gaze, a hollow formed at the pit of his stomach as his eyes scanned over the figure of none other than Paulina Sanchez, the Latina laid over a gigantic platter at the center of the table, in the same manner, one would place a roasted pig.
A red apple kept her mouth open as both eyes rolled back her skull showing only the whites of her dead eyes, the girl's hair neatly tied into a pair of buns so they wouldn't get in the way, and her natural flawless brown skin had taken a glistening golden brown thanks to the time she spent in the oven, a few slices of pineapple over the girl's back made the final touch. Lancer shivered as he saw several dishes carefully arranged around the girl, platters with steaks, sausages and other meat-related delicacies that he knew didn't belong to pigs or cows, a few steamed vegetables to keep the palate interested were seen as well amidst the wine bottles.
"A layer of honey with pineapple sauce to achieve that rich brown with a touch of pepper, a filling of jock ground meat combine with raisins and pieces of apple, cooked for seven hours at a low fire until perfection"- Tucker said while taking a piece of filling that protruded from the girl's butt.
Lancer wanted to throw up as he saw his student chewing the meat with elegance as the guests all around him applaud at the presentation, savoring the meal to come almost as if he had presented a stuffed pig rather than a brutally murdered teenager. Only now was that Lancer reached for his phone wanting to call the authorities no longer caring if he was arrested for trespassing, Tucker and his family had committed the worst kind of crime possible, they killed a cheerleader and the school's quarterback just before the state finals. Surely, they would be hung for this. A terrible excruciating pain overwhelmed the teacher's hand moments after taking out his phone.
"Told ya I could do it."- A random voice said.
A knife had pierced both Lancer's phone and hand after being thrown from the far end of the living room, blood streamed down the wound as the man held tightly to his wrist trying to quell the bleeding and the pain, soft giggles could be heard all around. Women covered half their faces with decorated paper fans as men show callous smiles that sent shivers up Lancer's spine, he had walked directly into the wolf's snout during dinner.
"You people are fucking insane!"- Lancer declared as he tried to back away but all his escape routes had been cut off. "You're disgusting cannibals"- The teacher carries on.
Only now was that the giggling came to a stop as the guests including Tucker and his parents seemed to have taken offense to this, Lancer could feel the tension growing with every passing second, he knew he had to escape but just as his legs finally responded to his commands was that a pair of mighty arms put him into a powerful chokehold, air was cut almost instantly forcing the educator to grab the man's forearm though was unable to even move him an inch. Tears streamed down Lancer's face as his heart was beating harder and faster, never had thought to be in such a dire situation, he was expecting to see Dash perhaps unconscious on the floor having been confused with a burglar in the worst-case scenario but never imagine something like this.
"Today is a very special day… according to our traditions, I will become a man tonight…"- Tucker said slowly unbuttoning his jacket and shirt. "I really, really would have wanted Danny and Sam to be here at this so important moment but traditions forbid anyone that's not part of the tribe to even see this."- the boy added as he placed his shoes to the side.
People slowly take a step back creating a circle around the boy and his parents covering the table where the roasted cheerleader rested, it was then that Lancer finally noticed a strange-looking symbol on the wooden floor that resembled a black paw. A sacrifice ritual? Lancer thought that he was going to be a sacrifice to these maniacs for having broking in during their evil dark ceremony, the idea that the Foley was part of a cult crossed his mind until a word resounded in his mind.
"Tribe? Who do you people think you are? Indians?"- The man said mockingly only to have his throat squeezed.
"Unlike your kind that forced themselves into this land. We were accepted by the true masters of this fine land throughout the years and through many trials and sacrifice."- Angela Foley said as she gently pulled her son's shirt away while he unbuckled his pants.
Lancer watched dumbfounded as the boy stood naked over the symbol, forty pairs of eyes looming over his youthful body, scanning every inch of his dark flesh making the teacher wonder what kind of sick and degenerate ritual they were planning out. Pretending to be Indians while listening to classical European music, dressed in extravagant clothes, cannibalizing an innocent girl, a clear insult to the natives that were mercilessly butchered. With unblinking eyes was that Lancer saw Maurice Foley walking up to Tucker with a ceremonial knife in hand adding to the insult, the man slit his wrist allowing for his son to drink his blood. A strange and sick ritual for sure.
It was then that Tucker began gagging as he fell to his knees holding tightly to his belly and neck. Lancer watched with horror-filled eyes as Tucker's bones cracked and twisted while he writhed on the floor clearly in excruciating pain, but he didn't dare to scream or cry almost as if he had to show courage, part of the ritual for sure, though Lancer couldn't understand what could be making the bone suffer so much, he just drank some blood. Wicked smiles grew on each face around as Tucker's legs suddenly bend inwards with a loud cracking sound that made the teacher jerk, his surprise was even greater as black fur began growing from the boy's petite body, his face became elongated and terrible fangs replaced his teeth.
"Cursed blood!"- The man exclaimed as he couldn't believe his eyes.
Tucker rose from the floor while the guests once more give a round of applause as they gawked at the boy in his new terrible canine form, even Lancer was left without words as he gazed upon a real werewolf. Beastly, powerful, and terrible, nightmare fuel. The teacher's fat body shake in utter fear as the beast walked on its hind legs while licking his long sharp fangs, Lancer turned around to the other guests hopeful one would be just as terrified as him but saw glowing yellow eyes and fangs protruding from each one. He was surrounded by monsters.
"Just so you know"- Tucker said in between words and howling. "I don't like trans-fat meat… too much cholesterol, but I'll make an exception for you."- Tucker added as he opens his jaws.
(XXXXX)
The sun was shining brightly over Amity Park as Tucker walked down the street in the company of his two best friends Danny and Sam, the trio was heading towards the mall as Tucker had the intention of buying the newest and most popular PDA in the market which neither of his friends was interested in, they rather spent their evening playing the new Crash Nebula flight simulator at the arcade. Sam watched with a smile as Tucker played with his new device.
"I wonder what happened to Lancer… he's been missing for a whole week now."- Danny asked as he pick a missing person flyer with their teacher's picture.
"Probably couldn't stand not seeing Dash anymore."- Tucker sneered.
"I'm sure he'll pop up somewhere."- Sam interjected. "Wanna see Twilight at my house?"- The girl added only to get a weird look from her friends as demanded to know what was wrong with her favorite movie.
The end.
