Blue
I grabbed the heaviest object I could get on short notice.
Which just happened to be a paper weight.
Watch out Gum.
I saw Pig do the same; she was holding a letter opener in her hand. Gum was coming towards us. His head was facing our direction. Can he see us? Is that possible without eyes? Oh, God. Pig brandished the letter opener like it was a mighty sword.
It wasn’t, it was just a letter opener.
I threw the paper weight at him. It didn’t make it. It shattered on the floor. Ah well at least there was a pile of glass acting as moat.
Gum stepped through the moat.
Holy shit, he just waltzed through glass. I tried not to panic anymore. I’ll end up dead if I panic. I took a deep breath and kept my eyes on Gum as he walked towards us. When he was about a talking distance away from us, Pig stuck the letter opener into his side; he made a sound of pain, a screech that was so tragic. I almost felt sorry for him.
Until I remembered who he was.
Gum pulled the letter opener out of his side. No blood came out. He made a sound that could have been a laugh. I could just imagine his smug (human) face laughing. His cruel mocking voice saying is that all you got, girls? I chuckled. Am I going crazy? A crazy mutant guy is attacking me and my best friend. And I just laughed. Pig looked at me. “What’s so funny?”
“In all honesty, I have no idea”
“But you just laughed.”
“I think I might be going mad” Pig nodded, accepting the fact that my sanity was rapidly collapsing. Gum was sniffing around, trying to capture our smell probably. I took a deep breath. “Okay. Plan. We need to get to the door.” Pig looked sceptical. “Major flaw in said plan. Big creepy mutant thingy blocking the door.” Yeah, because I had totally forgotten about that. “So we get rid of…Gum…” I stumbled on his name. It was weird thinking that this albino slimy creature was actually a class mate.
Or just a guy who was in my class.
Pig snorted. “Oh, great. So how do we do that, Blue?” Err…. I have absolutely no idea. My thoughts must have reflected on my face because then Pig said. “Shit. We are going to die.” Annoyed at my pessimistic friend, I ran through the possible ways in which we could injure or at least distract Gum. When Pig stabbed him with the letter opener it hurt him for a second then he just pulled it out, no blood, no harm. At least he wasn’t attacking us, he was just waiting. He probably was doing it so we got paranoid.
He was just giving us more time to find his Achilles heel.
So what’s different about him? I asked myself, what could possibly lead to a weakness? He had no eyes, but he appeared to see. I groaned. I couldn’t do a Harry Potter and throw a rock so the ‘basilisk’ won’t hear me. Yeah, I know Harry Potter. The orphanage has a habit of showing old movies every Saturday night. I’ve read the books too. Again, I had to mentally slap myself. FOCUS. Harry Potter is not focusing. Remember Gum, Achilles heel. After scolding myself, I looked around the room for a prompt, something that would start a snowball of ideas. On a shelf, there was a jar of acid. Acid? Seriously? No one has acid these days; it was out lawed years ago. Wow. This classroom must be really old; they hadn’t even got rid of the dangerous chemical. I paused.
The snowball had started rolling.
This Gum/Mutant thing was new. The orphanage had never taught us about it or warned us on the dangerous of it, so it had to be at least 6 months old. Acid was outlawed 50 years ago, that means Gum probably hasn’t got the skin to take a little burn. Acting fast I leaped onto a desk and grabbed the jar of acid. Careful not to spill any, I moved closer to Gum. He was watching me curiously. Pig was just asking me what the hell I was doing. I grinned, triumph clear on my face. Gum could see alright because he screeched as I moved my hand and tossed the acid on to him. His skin started fizzing and bubbling, and even when we were out the door we could still hear his cry of pain.
***
Ricky
I slowly turned around to see Montana standing at the doorway. She had on a yellow summer dress that clashed awfully with her purple hair.
Oh God. Where has my manliness gone?
I knew I must look suspicious. But still, I tried valiantly to come up with an excuse. “Blue? Blue is my cat” Montana raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have a cat.”
“That’s why I was wondering where she is.”
“Bull shit, I ain’t no fool” She said this with her best Mr T impression.
Which wasn’t very good.
“And anyway,” Montana continued, thinking she needed to prove a point, “You were yelling at your TV, which isn’t normal. So do tell all, my dear gentleman” DAMN. Super observant Montana was back. I couldn’t lie to her, she’d kill me. Maybe she could help me find out where Blue was. I looked her in the eye and said: “Okay. You ready to hear, my lady?” She nodded. “Ready for anything, kind sir.”
“Ok. So when you were passed out everyone was being annoying and boring so I went up to a room.”
“You know, they probably weren’t even being boring. You just have a short attention span.”
“Hypocrite! I’m trying to talk here.”
“Sorry, you may go on.”
“And as I was saying, I went to my room and I saw this DVD”
“Uh, was is white and did it have a title?”
“It didn’t have a title.”
“Oh.” Montana said, “Then I think I know which DVD you’re talking about.”
***
Blue
We were breathing deeply, recovering from the strange and frighting incident that we just experienced.
Oh shit. We just fought a mutant.
“Wow.” Pig said, “I think we should run now” Nodding in agreement, we sprinted down the corridor, our black shoes echoing the sound around the empty halls. Our white socks falling down our legs as we ignored the blisters forming on our feet and ran for our lives to our dorm. After what seemed like hours, we reached the dorm. We were hot and sweaty and our uniforms stuck to our skin. “Urg. I feel disgusting. Before we discuss what the hell just happened, I’m going to have a shower.” Pig raised an eyebrow at my non-agreement. “You look disgusting, Blue. Go have a shower” Despite the foul odour I was emitting, I didn’t want to go near the showers. Not after I saw Ricky, he had totally acted like a creep. Anyway he shouldn’t try and…manipulate me like that. “Blue, I’m going to be blunt now. You smell like shit, have a bloody shower.” I shook my head, breathlessly I said, “Later.” By the look on her face, Pig didn’t think that was a very good idea. “Okay, I don’t know what you have against showers, but whatever. Smell like shit for the rest of the day.” And with that she walked off. Her long, fine white hair was falling out of her pony tail. I sighed, collapsing onto a couch, I felt like a slob. And if Pig’s advice was anything to go on, I probably looked like one too. While I was laying there, my thoughts stayed entirely on Ricky.
Why is my brain so cruel?
I’d had enough of him in person; did he have to haunt my memories too? After about 10 minutes I got sick of being sweaty and went to the bathrooms. I reached number 99. I paused outside the door, shook my head, and walked on.
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Top Dogs
Paranormal“Wait. What’s going on?” I was totally confused. “We’re rescuing you” Ricky said, his blonde hair spikey. “You were serious about that?” I asked him. “Yep.” He said, his handsome features grinning. “Now hurry up before they notice” I looked at him i...
