Monster Chapter 3

Cyrus now had the creature's full attention. It moved towards him. I said to Cyrus, in a hushed voice, "What are you doing? Get out of here! Don't be a hero!" His eyes never left the monster. He said, "So they decided to send you, huh?" The creature growled in response.

"Kind of wondered what would happen if I had to fight you." He crouched and glared at the creature. I had to restrain myself from running and screaming my way out of here. There were two sets of double doors across the gym, both of them leading outside. I could escape through there, but Cyrus.......he'll die.

Before I knew it, the creature had pounced on Cyrus, and both of them were rolling across the gym floor. It slashed at him, cutting through his shirt and into his skin. The thing opened it's mouth and let out a hissing snarl. It had fangs like a snake. Cyrus had his hands on the top and lower jaw, keeping it from biting into him. It pushed him across the floor and into the wall.

I had to do something, I couldn't just watch that thing eat him. I looked around and saw a case with a fire-extinguisher in it. Well, this is an emergency. I ran over to it and pulled out the red cylinder. I pulled out the lock and ran over to the thing. I aimed it at the monster and sprayed it. The white foam cover it's eye and it screeched in pain. It turned its head to me so it can look at me with it's other eye. Now I saw anger replace it's earlier coldness.

It took a step towards me, and Cyrus screamed, "No!" He lifted himself onto the back of the creature and lifted his hand to hit it, but his hand stayed open. I saw claws pop out of his fingertips; and then he brought it down, raking it across the monster's back. The monster roared in pain and started to roll over, trying to get him off it's back, but Cyrus hung on and dug his claws even deeper into the beast. The monster finally got back up and ran through the glass double doors, and I literally mean through the doors. I ran after them, with the fire-extinguisher still tight in my hand. They rode through the yard and through the practice football field. I saw Cyrus raise his hand in the air and dug his front two fingers into the back of the head of the slick, black creature.

The creature staggered, and finally fell. When it didn't get back up, Cyrus got off of it. He stared at me, barely breathing heavily; he wasn't exhausted at all. I saw that his eyes were blue, as apposed to the yellow eyes I saw before. I said, "You saved my life." He looked down, and said, "You think I'm a freak now, right?" I immediately said, "No. Why would you-Oh my gosh! You're hurt!" There was blood seeping through his jacket, and dripping down his side and front.

I always hated the sight of blood, it made my stomach twist itself into knots, but I had to be strong, he could be dieing. He said, "This? This is nothing." My jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me? Come here." I mentally prepared myself for the gore I was about to see. I unzipped his jacket and ignored his freaking "tough-guy" act. I lifted his shirt and saw blood, but I didn't see the source. I spun him around to look for some sort of wound, I saw him get cut, I know I did. He said, "I told you it wasn't a big deal." I stopped and looked at him as he turned around towards me. "You could've gotten killed, but you saved me too."

I was speechless, "You've almost killed yorself trying to save me." We stared at each other for a while, then he coughed and said, "You should forget everything you just saw. Tell the police you were outside on the other side of the school and didn't hear anything. I need to hide this thing." He walked to the dead body and started to pick it up. "What was it doing here? Are you, like, some alien or something?" Crapola, why can't I just keep my mouth shut?

He let out a bit of a nervous laugh. "Wish it was that easy. Please, just go on, go home." He draped the paws over his shoulders and started walking over to a nearby brush. Not knowing what else to really do, I walked out front and stared at the road that passed in front of the school. While I was there, I thought about the last few minutes that happened. Did they happen? Am I going insane?

I looked at the red van that drove to the front of the school, I could see an older woman driving it. Cyrus walked from the school to the van, the blood now drying on his clothes. He waved as he entered the van, as if nothing happened ten minutes ago. I waved back and gave a nervous smile.

Soon, Mom came by with the car, and I had to strain myself to not scream about what had happened earlier. "How did it go sweetie?" I felt my eye twitch. "Oh, you know, the usual."

Monster Chapter 2

One Year Later.................

I closed my locker door to see Cindy standing there. "Hey, Jay. You're staying after right?" I nodded. "Yeah, I still have to make up some stupid test. Plus, both of my parents are working tonight, so I'm staying here till, like, five." She frowned. "I'm sorry, Jazz," she said, "You know I would give you a ride too, if my dad wasn't working today, right?"

I smiled at her. "Yeah, I know, I just wish Mr. Waternouse wasn't such a-" I was interrupted by a startling voice behind me. "Excuse me, sorry." I jumped a foot in the air and moved out of the way for the other kid. His voice was gruff, and yet it was barely a whisper. He was six feet tall, and he wore dark clothes, plus a jacket with the hood up. That was Cyrus Williams, he's new to the school and must be the most quiet student in the entire school. He was administered to this school at the last second by his grandmother. He always keeps his hood up, and he only speaks loud enough for the person he's speaking to to hear him. That was actually the most I've heard from him all month. He's probably the one who is most likely to become the killer you see in those horror movies. If he was the spawn of Micheal Myers, or Freddy Kruger, it wouldn't surprise me.

"What is his deal?" said Cindy. I said, "Oh, come on, maybe he's just shy." She rolled her eyes. "Yeah right," she said, "He's been shy for a month, and nobody had a clue he existed before school started. Just, 'plop,' weirdo delivery!" OK, that was a little mean, but I couldn't help but giggle a little bit. I said, "I'll call you after the test, Cindy. See you." She says, "Okay, bye!" She ran off to her bus, and I turned to go to the study hall. I bumped into a wall, and then realized it was that Cyrus kid. I said, "Oops. Sorry." I walked around him and he trudged forward wordlessly.

Okay, I could be paranoid, or crazy, but I could swear I saw his eyes. It's not the eyes themselves, it was the color; they were yellow. I shook it off as part of my insane imagination.

Forty minutes later, I was walking out of class, and away from that crack head of a teacher. I walked down to the library and found that it was locked. I sighed; oh well, I guess I can just waste away my parent's money and talk to Cindy on my cell. What? I rechecked my pocket and checked my other pocket. Ugh! I must have left it back in Study Hall, and Waternouse always keeps the phone until the weekend after the upcoming one!

"Excuse me." I spun around to the quiet voice. It was that Cyrus kid again. "Is this yours?" He held out his hand, and there was my phone, just a rectangle on his meaty hand. As I took it, I said, "Oh, thank you. How did you.....?" He said, "Mr. Waternouse asked me to take it to you." I raised my eyebrows. I've heard what Waternouse does to leftover phones, there's no way he would be that nice.

He then said, "Well, OK, I volunteered." I smiled and said, "Thanks, I really appreciate it. You staying after too?" He nodded and gave a smirk. "Just some test." he said. Then he took a step back, and said, "You be careful now, OK?" I nodded. "Uh, OK. No problem. Uh, see you later." He walked down the hallway, when he turned the corner, I smacked my forhead. Just great, you sound like an anxious, desperate, dork. I looked at my phone, which apparently didn't have any service bars. You can never be sure around this school.

Oh, wait! There's plenty of service in the gym. Before I even entered, I had my phone out and was calling my mom. I walked through the door, talking to my mom; I reached the middle of the gym floor before I stopped. "Yeah, I'm all done. Yeah, I'll be the only one outside. Heh. See you then." I hung up and felt the presence of something nearby. I looked around and then turned around; then I froze.

Next to the door of the boy's locker room, was a big, black, sleek creature. It looked like what a snake would look like if you put it in a panther's body. It looked like it was searching around a knocked over trash can, and it had stopped to stare at me. I was frozen in place, I didn't know what the heck that was; I was too scared to move. My heart was beating faster than a rock drummer on performance with steroids.

The thing stalked in a circle around me, like a cat would with a scared little mouse. A forked tongue slipped in and out of it's mouth, it's snake eyes stared at me coldly. As it got closer, I saw the sleakness of it's black body, how the muscles controlled every inch of it, even the tail. It was five feet away from me now, and it's body was getting low to the ground. I saw plenty of cat fights and I knew what it meant; it was getting ready to pounce.

I closed my eyes. What could I do? I could only wait and hope that it would be swift, and painless. "Hey!" I snapped my eyes open and looked at the door I had came through earlier. Standing there was a kid I didn't recognize. He wore dark clothes, was about six feet tall, and he had fairly long dark hair, and I could swear that there was a flicker of yellow in his eyes. Then I realized that it was the boy from before. It was Cyrus!