The Human Xenocide

Chapter Sixteen - Here I am

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Six Fifty-Five am.  Sean sat in his normal seat, third from the front in the aisle furthest from the door.  He had the dark blue jeans Mistress picked out for him along with a loose fitting custom t-shirt.  On the back of the shirt was one line in red letters ‘See me?’  The classroom was empty but the hall outside was crowded.  Class started at seven yet no one was willing to go inside, not even the teacher or staff.  Something terrible happened yesterday to the exact person in that room.  He was caught on camera, bleeding out with his girlfriend Lilly bending over him. It was all over the news.

Sean sat oblivious to everything outside in the quite room behind him. His body didn’t move as he continued to stare forward, still.  The door opened—a blast of noise penetrated the crack before it shut once more.  Sean didn’t even twitch.  Swift shuffling moved across the room until something clunked into a desk in the next row just behind him.  A bag crashed into the floor. Everything went quite again.  The crowd outside watched.

“What happened to you?”  A male voice broke the silence. A single brave person had entered the room, maybe to prove nothing was wrong or maybe on a dare.

Sean turned around his black eyes connected with the brown opposites—sucking them in.  Blond hair—green t-shirt, blue shorts, freckles, Sean didn’t know his name but has seen him around the school before. “I don’t know,” he responded plainly.

“School was canceled when you… vanished… lockdown.  Then that video of you and your girlfriend showed up on the news.  You have got to know something.”  The blond haired boy continued.

“No, I was here—then I was in a hotel, watching that clip.  Then I’m here, sitting, waiting for something.”  Sean’s voice was flat, slow and distant, as if his body was in the room but his mind wasn’t.

“What happened there?”  The boy asked pointing at Sean’s neck.

“I don’t know.”  Sean made no move for the white bandage on his neck.

“Take it off.”  The boy wanted to see what was underneath, if the video was real or not.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I was told not to,” Sean said, monotone and uninterested, his head going back to the front of the room.

The boy reached for the bandage himself.  Sean made no move against him.  Some commotion erupted outside, several armed men in dark green cameo, red berets, and American flags sewed over their shoulders pushed to the front and broke the crowd up shoving it away from the building.  He pulled the bandage off as at least ten guns locked onto Sean through the window.  Neither of the boys noticed.

Blood, the bandage was covered in it, soaked.  Past the blood were four tightly sewed deep gashes.  The rush job on the fix was obvious and the deep wounds dug far into his neck.  They were still soft, fresh.  They looked like they had not healed at all.  It was gruesome.  The boy jumped a bit in his chair but tried to keep his cool, “Does it hurt?”

“I was told not to feel it.”

“Will it heal?”

“I was told slowly.”

“Was it a vampire?”

“No.”  The boy stopped his questioning.  The door to the room opened slowly and shut without a sound.  Sean heard it but paid no attention, “It was something so much worse.”  Sean pressed his hands against the desk. His knuckles went white with the pressure.  He vanished leaving black smoke.  The guns rotated in a hundred directions trying to find him again. He appeared behind the man trying to sneak into the room just long enough to touch him and jump, this time bringing the man with him.