While the group of Jeff, Allison, Ryan, Justin, and Richard made their way down one of the many empty, dark, shadow-filled halls, Jeff tugged lightly on Allison's shirt and he and Allison slowed their walking a bit so they moved to the back of the group, and lagged behind slightly.
"Allison, what ever happened to us?" Jeff asked her once they were far enough behind that the others wouldn't pay attention, but still close enough to help if Grim Reaper showed up. "We were so close for so long. We were great together."
"Now's not really the time for this, Jeff," Allison said, trying to shrug him off.
"Why not?" Jeff continued with a slight whine. "I figure if we're going to die, I want to know a few things."
"Fine!" Allison said slightly louder then she meant to. "I needed a bit of space, ok? You didn't expect us to get married or something, did you?
"No," Jeff argued back. "We could have at least stayed better friends then we did."
"Ok, you want the truth? Fine. It was just the long distance," Allison confessed. "I can't do long distance relationships. When I'm in a relationship, I need to have the person there with me."
"But you ended up moving here after we broke up anyway," Jeff reminded her.
"Yeah, because I wanted to get back together with you and try to make things work. I missed you."
"Oh," Jeff looked sadly at the floor. "You never told me that."
"No," Allison continued. "I was going to, but by the time I got here, you were already dating Roberta. Then when me and her became best friends, and once you two broke up, I couldn't go behind her back and go back out with you again. We had become so close, I didn't want to hurt her like that."
The two remained silent for a minute, until Jeff noticed how far ahead the rest of the group had gotten. "Come on, we better catch up."
Dropping the conversation, Jeff and Allison sped their walking up so they could catch up with the others. They all made their way down the long corridor in near-silence.
The group reached an intersection of corridors, and they suddenly all gasped and jumped back when they saw Grim Reaper standing just around one of the corners. He walked out in front of them, blocking their path.
"This ****er is mine!" Ryan jumped forward and took a stab at the killer before Grim Reaper could even react. The small knife blade dug deep into Grim reaper's arm and a muffled cry escaped from under the hood while he took a few steps back. "Take that you ****!"
"Let's finish him!" Justin shouted and ran toward Grim Reaper, brandishing his own much-larger knife.
Just as Justin reached Grim Reaper, the killer painfully removed Ryan's knife from his arm and with one fluid movement, slashed it forward, slitting Justin's neck wide open, blood quickly seeping from the gash and making Justin gargle for breath as his body just tumbled to the floor.
"Now!" Jeff shouted. "Everyone together!" They others all leaped forward with their knives, but Grim Reaper swung his scythe out in front of him and made sure the blade connected with all the knifes, with enough force to knock them all out of his attackers' hands. Then without even pausing, he turned the blade around and swung it sideways, digging it deep into Allison's side.
Allison let out a long, blood-curdling high-pitch scream as Grim Reaper removed the scythe and drop after drop of blood started to quickly land on the floor.
"Allison!" Jeff screamed as he watched his ex-girlfriend fall to the floor on her knees.
Grim Reaper reared the scythe back and swung it toward Allison again, however, she fell backwards onto her back at the last second, the scythe blade just missing her by a hair.
With a warcry, Jeff ran with as much strength as he could muster, right into Grim Reaper, knocking them both to the floor. On the way down, Grim Reaper knocked his head hard against the wall, and once down, never moved. Jeff however, was quick to get to his feet.
"Richard, help me with her," Jeff pleaded desperately as he and Richard grabbed Allison's arms and helped her to her feet.
"I just want to go to Lollipop Land..." Allison giggled weakly as Jeff and Richard held her tight and rushed down the hall. Jeff kept his hand pressed tightly against Allison's wound.
Ryan ran quickly behind them, glancing back to see Grim Reaper still unconscious on the floor behind them.
Even though they moved slower while having to carry Allison, and it took them much longer then it normally would have, they reached the doors leading into the gigantic gym.
"Why are all the frogs eating ice cream?" Allison asked once they entered the room. Jeff and Richard exchanged worried glances.
"Let's get her over to the benches," Jeff suggested. Ryan ran on ahead of them to shove everything off of the nearest bench, so Jeff and Richard could lay Allison down.
Jeff grabbed a nearby jersey and balled it up, holding it tightly against Allison's wound as he sat next to her. He looked down at her closed eyes and gently stroked her sweat-filled hair.
"That pop is flat," Allison quietly mumbled with her eyes still closed.
"I'll be right back," Ryan said. Jeff nodded his head without even looking up from Allison, and Ryan rushed off across the gym, soon entering the Gym Professor's messy office.
He shoved boxes of junk off of the main desk, and tore hangers of sweaty clothes from the walls, searching franticly for a First-Aid kit. After rummaging through half the junk and garbage littering the room, Ryan stopped to collect his thoughts. His eyes scanned the room as calmly as he was willing to allow, thinking to himself as to where the kit could be.
His eyes fell upon a stack of messy binders on the desk that seemed to be elevated a bit further off the desk then they should have been. Ryan rushed over to them, swiped them off of the desk, and saw the dust-covered First-Aid kit sitting there. Snatching it up, he returned back to where Richard and Jeff sat, next to the passed-out Allison.
"Good idea, Ryan," Jeff said quietly as Ryan opened the kit and rummaged through it for what they needed. He took out a roll of bandages and some clips and closed the kit back up again.
Jeff lifted Allison's shirt up enough to reveal the gory wound, and he and Ryan wrapped the bandages around it, until the entire roll was used, and then Ryan put the clips on to secure the bandage in place. Allison slept through the entire thing, having passed out long ago from the unbearable pain.
Jeff stood up, standing next to Ryan. "Richard, I need you to stay here and look after Allison," Jeff said.
"What are you planning?" Richard asked.
"I'm hoping he's still unconscious. Me and Ryan are going to go back there and finish the job."
"Jeff," Richard called out as Jeff and Ryan turned to leave. Jeff turned back to him. "I'm...um...sorry for being such a prick to you before."
Jeff smiled, and then he and Ryan were out the door.
***
Jeff and Ryan reached the area they had left the killer at earlier, but his body was gone.
"****," Ryan swore in a whisper. "He's gone. I thought we really had him that time."
"Yeah, he's good at that," Jeff said grimly. "Come on, we have to find him before he finds the others."
They picked a different path of the intersection and ran down that corridor. It wasn't too long until they passed by a small amount of thin stairs leading to a door slightly below the current ground level. Jeff stopped by it, so Ryan backtracked.
"What's up?" Ryan asked.
"The Furnace room," Jeff pointed at the stairs leading down to the door.
"So?"
"Richard said he saw Dillon come up from there," Jeff explained. "Maybe that's where his base of operations is or something."
"Think we should check it out?" Ryan asked. Jeff nodded and the two boys cautiously moved down to the door, opening it up, and heading down more stairs. The rounded a corner at the bottom of the stairs and found the room lit by the dim glow of a few candles.
The candles were kept on a metal work table in the centre of the room, and splayed across it, also lit up by the candles, was the dead body of the Artistic Design professor, her entire body etched deeply with bloody satanic carvings. Jeff and Ryan both gasp out loud, quite in shock.
"Dillon is so much more ****ed up then even
I thought," Jeff said, unable to take his eyes away from the horror.
"Unless maybe it's
not Dillon," Ryan suggested.
***
Richard looked down at Allison, who was still peacefully sleeping on the bench in the gym. The sound of metal clanging against metal could briefly be heard before all was silent again. Richard paid no attention to it as he kept looking at Allison, who stirred awake at the noise.
"What was that?" she asked in a weak voice.
"Nothing," Richard replied in an almost stern voice. "It was nothing. Go back to sleep."
"Where's Jeff?" Allison asked, using what little strength she had left to painfully sit up and look around. "And Ryan?"
"They're gone," Richard replied in the same tone. "It's just you and me."
Allison looked at Richard, fear returning to her face as realization started dawning on her. However, all that realization suddenly left again, as blood splattered her face and an upside down scythe blade stuck out the front of Richard's neck.
Grim Reaper, on a landing above them, lifted his weapon, raising Richard's impaled body up into the air, before gravity took over. The weight of Richard's body tugged him down and his neck and face sliced right in half, spraying blood and brain mater to the floor just seconds before the body fell into the mess.
Allison somehow found the strength to scream and jump to her feet when Grim reaper leaped over the edge of the landing and landed perfectly on his feet in a crouch right next to her.
As Grim Reaper stood to his full height, Allison ran as fast as her injured body would allow her, and quickly made her way painfully out of the gym and into the hallways again.
***
While Jeff and Ryan was still mesmerized by the horrific scene in front of them in the Furnace room, Allison's scream brought them back to their sense.
"Oh no, Allison!" Jeff shouted, and the two boys turned and ran back up the stairs. When they emerged up into the hallway, they heard Allison scream again and turned, seeing her already past them down the hall.
"Allison!" Jeff called out and she instantly stopped and an back to them, holding her hands tightly against her blood-soaked side. The second she reached them, her and Jeff tightly embraced.
"I thought you were dead!" Allison exclaimed. "When Richard said..."
"Never mind that now," Jeff said, kissing her on the lips. "We're fine and you're fine."
"And I'd like to keep it that way," Ryan suggested. "Let's get back downstairs. I don't think he'll think to look for us in his own hideout, and he can't be much further behind Allison."
The three of them rushed back down the stairs into the Furnace room, slamming the door behind them and locking it. If they hadn't been so occupied on getting back down there however, they would have noticed Grim Reaper was approaching and saw exactly where they went.
***
Inside the Furnace room, Allison fought to keep her gag reflex in check as the horrible sight came into view.
"Where's Richard?" Jeff asked, already knowing the answer.
"He...he's dead..." Allison answered, not taking her eyes off her Satanic-carved professor.
The sound of wood splintering destroyed any further conversation and all three of them whipped their heads around to see the blade of the scythe cracking through the wooden door.
Everyone backed up together as the blade retracted and three hard kicks sent the entire middle of the door into flying splinters and Grim reaper ducked through and entered the room, blocking their only means of escape. As he walked down the stairs, one step at a time, he pulled his hood back to reveal that it is indeed Dillon underneath, although now obviously older then the last time around.
"This time I win," Dillon growled as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Without warning, Jeff charged forward with a shout and rammed into Dillon, punching him in the gut and sending both of them toppling back onto the stairs.
Dillon shoved Jeff off of himself and punched him in the face, knocking him back several feet. Dillon got to his feet and punched Jeff a second time, sending him flying back against the hot furnace. Jeff screamed as his hands burned and he quickly shoved himself off the boiling metal, falling back to the concrete floor.
Dillon swung his scythe up, severing several pipes that lined the ceiling, raining water down on everyone in the small room. As each rapid drop hit the furnace, they made a constant sizzling noise.
"I must admit, Allison," Dillon said with a gruff growl as he walked closer to her and Ryan. "When we went to school together, I always had a bit of a crush on you. But here now that you're all soaking wet, I have to say, you are just plain desirable. It's too bad I'm going to kill you."
From the floor, Jeff reached over and pulled tightly on Dillon's feet, tripping him and bringing him to the floor, his scythe falling from his grasp. Dillon let out a furious roar and Ryan quickly reached up and snapped off some loose piping, instantly ramming it down. Dillon rolled out of the way, dodging the pipe attack.
Dillon returned to his feet, picking his weapon back up. "You missed," he snarled. Suddenly Dillon flew forward and slammed face-first into the wall. Jeff stood behind him.
"Didn't dodge that, you bastard," Jeff said as he spit some water from his mouth.
Dillon whipped around and his grip on his scythe tightened in anger. "You'll pay for that, maggot." He ran at Jeff and swung his scythe with as much force as he could at Jeff's head, but Jeff ducked and Dillon only managed to bust more pipes open.
Dillon did a half-turn kick and send Jeff flying back into Ryan, knocking both of them down with painful grunts. Dillon's eyes scanned the room. "Now where's that ****?"
"Right here, ****." Dillon whipped around just in time to get a thick piece of broken pipe rammed right through his chest with such force that it dug into the wall behind him, pinning him to the wall. Allison stood triumphantly before him, clutching her side. Blood trickled from Dillon's mouth and dripped to the floor, meeting with the blood pouring from the pipe wound. His body slumped forward.
Jeff walked over and removed the pipe from the wall and Dillon's lifeless body fell to the floor in a heap.
"Is it over?" Ryan asked as he joined Jeff and Allison. "Is he dead?"
All of a sudden, Dillon's body jumped up with a horrid scream and he raised his scythe. With a shout, Jeff rammed the pipe right back into him, pinning him to the wall again. Dillon gurgled up some blood and then dropped his scythe, slumping forward once more.
"Now he is," Jeff said, putting his arm around Allison. "It's finally over."
"Jeff?" Allison asked. "Promise me you won't write any more stories about him this time."
"I'm with her, man," Ryan agreed. "I don't think I could go through all this again."
Jeff chuckled, but stopped when a loud echoing bang reached their ears. They all looked at each other and rushed up the stairs, emerging out into the dark corridor. They heard a sound that seemed like dozens of rushing boots.
"What's going on?" Ryan asked. "What's that noise?"
"I'm...I'm not sure..." Jeff admitted.
Suddenly a dozen armed S.W.A.T. members rushed down the corridor in full-on riot gear, all shouting at the students to get on the floor. The instantly applied and the S.W.A.T. team surrounded them.
"Just what the
**** is going on here?" The leader of the team shouted his question. "We've had people calling with reports of seeing a costumed person killing people through the windows, and the school was boarded up tighter then my daddy's smoke shack after we busted him."
"There's two bodies in the Furnace room," Jeff pointed from his spot on the floor. "The male was the killer. We got him, sir."
The leader ****ed his head in the direction of the Furnace room and gave a hand signal. He rushed toward it, followed by half his team while the other half stayed behind to keep watch over the three suspects.
***
A couple of hours later, after the school had been cut off from the public and the dark parking lot was lit up by all the lights from ambulances and police cars, Jeff and Ryan sat on the back of an ambulance. Inside it, Allison slept soundlessly on a stretcher.
"I'm so glad all the questioning is finally over," Ryan exclaimed, watching as the police brought yet another bodybag out of the school and loaded it up into one of the ambulances already filled with bodybags. "I can't believe they actually thought we were behind it all."
"It's just procedure," Jeff said, remembering the last time, never taking his eyes away from the entrance of the school.
"Well I'm exhausted," Ryan exclaimed. "I just want to go home."
Another bodybag is wheeled out of the University, and as it passed near the ambulance with he two boys, a police stopped the cart to unzip the bag and look at the body – Dillon's body. He said something to the medic wheeling the body away, and the medic continued bringing the body to the corpse ambulance.
Jeff let out a huge sigh after finally having seen Dillon's body this time. "It really is over," he said, feeling more relieved then he had felt since he was 13 years old, before his life was turned upside down.
A paramedic walked around to the back of the ambulance. "I've got to close this up. It's time to bring your friend to the hospital."
"Is she going to be ok?" Jeff asked.
"She'll be fine," the medic smiled. "We patched her up well enough here, but I do need to get her to the hospital."
Jeff and Ryan jumped off the back of the ambulance so the driver could close it up and drive off. The two boys started walking away from the area, down the sidewalk.
***
The ambulance carrying all the dead bodies to the morgue turned off down a dark alley, off of the main road.
"What are you doing?" the medic in the passenger seat asked.
"It's a shortcut to the morgue," the driver informed him. "It gets us past all the red lights and late-night traffic."
Suddenly they heard the sound of something ripping. "What the hell is that?" the driver asked.
The paramedic turned in his seat to look, and saw the tip of a scythe blade ripping open one of the body bags.
"What the hell..." The paramedic unbuckled his seat and rushed into the back. "We have a life one!" he shouted. The second he reached the bodybag however, Dillon sat upright and swung his scythe right into the paramedic's face and out the back of his head, spraying the inside of the ambulance in blood.
Dillon got to his feet and, with a sickening noise, removed his scythe from the dead medic. He walked to the front of the ambulance and just as the driver turned to see him, Dillon swung the scythe into the side of him. The driver let out a scream as Dillon removed the scythe and sliced it into him again and again, using his other hand to keep the steering wheel straight.
He dropped the scythe to the floor and used his hand to reach past the driver and open the door, shoving the dead body out of it and into the dark alley. Dillon climbed into the blood-soaked driver's seat and slammed the door closed, turning the ambulance out of the alley and back onto the main road, disappearing into the heavy city traffic.
The End
If someone has the ability to, can you move this, and the first School Day, and RAF: Kill All Zombies, to the general fanfic section so they're no longer in the Animorphs fanfic section?
