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!