The Key Jangler

Anatomy 101

Morgan sat in her biology class doodling. She hated college but only stuck around to look out for her sister. Although much of her free time she would spend practicing with her band Crystal Shit, the rest of her time was full of boring assignments. She did grow a fondness for a few of her professors. Professor Pomeroy was her favorite because he would let her slide a lot when it came to deadlines and assignments, for which she was grateful. It helped her to focus on her real goal in life: to make it big in the death metal scene.

Professor Pomeroy was going over the human anatomy of the neck/throat. Something that Morgan knew a lot about already due to her fascination with the macabre. Listening to the Professor speak about the various arteries in the neck and their functions, led her to recall the times she and her bandmates would browse the seedier parts of the Internet viewing ISIS beheading videos while brainstorming brutal song titles and lyrics.

Before she knew it the class was over. The bell rang and Professor Pomeroy was announcing reminders to the class: "Don't forget, your papers are due next week! And don't be late for your next class!" As the class was emptying into the halls he waved Morgan over to him.

"Morgan, since you're my favorite student and I know how much your music career means to you, you can take all the time you need to finish this assignment. But, please have it turned in by the end of the semester. I don't want Principle Smith to kick my ass about this one."

Morgan nodded and said: "Thank you, professor. I'll make sure to do that. You can count on it."

...

Morgan sat down on a bench and waited for her next class, eating her lunch. Suddenly she felt a hand wrap around her mouth and an arm around her neck with a hand squeezing her breast. She broke free almost immediately by poking her long fingernails into her assailant's eye and turned around to see her boyfriend Brad.

"Oh, fuck, babe! Shit!" "My fucking eye!"
"I'm so sorry!" "I thought you were some creep trying to cop a feel! Ha-ha!"

"Damn, that shit hurts!" "I'll be ok though."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, it's fine haha."
"Damn dude, don't scare me like that! Ha-ha!"

"It's ok I deserved it" said Brad, 24 years old and your stereotypical frat bro - built like Superman with half the brains. Morgan put up with him to an extent because according to her "He's just too damn hot."

"Where's Peyton?" Brad asked as he sat down with Morgan. "I don't know, I texted her to join me for lunch but she didn't respond. She's usually not late, especially to spend time with me." Brad replied, "Don't worry babe, she's probably earning extra credit in her Auto shop class."

They both continued to eat and chat. Soon they were done with their meal.

As Morgan and Brad got up to go to Gym class together, Morgan heard her name in the distance. She quickly recognized her sister's voice. She watched worryingly as Peyton ran towards her, tears in her eyes. "Morgan, they killed her! They killed her!" She collapsed into her big sister's arms and continued to sob.

Morgan held Peyton's head in her hands "Peyton, look at me!" Peyton gazed at Morgan with a terrified look in her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Who killed who?!" "Who's dead?" "What happened!" "What the fuck happened?!"