Post by sgtyayap on Sept 10, 2009 15:03:10 GMT -5
Just came up with another idea. I haven't completed it yet, though; this is just part of the story, coming up to a major point of suspense.
Project Purge
Chapter One
Mary once thought she would never have real friends. She had befriended monsters when she was two years old, and everyone kept insisting they were imaginary. Often she would even get teased at school, or be given eyerolls from nearby adults who thought she was too old for such stuff.
Mary knew it was real, however, or else six years later she wouldn’t be laying in the lap of a rather hairy monster by the name of James Sullivan, whom she called Kitty.
“Yesterday was my birthday,” Mary exclaimed.
“How old are you now?” Sullivan responded.
“I’m eight.”
“Good age. I remember when I was that old, I started taking on basketball.”
“I can imagine that. You are tall.”
“Thanks.”
Mary finally came up with something to say: “So what happened to that evil lizard thing?”
Sullivan’s smile slowly crawled off of his face. He knew who she was talking about: Randall Boggs. A coworker who he had banished for attempting to use a machine on her. The lizard monster, once it was destroyed, even went as far as to kill them.
Yet somehow, now that he thought about it, his actions were not justified. He could have turned him in to the authorities. He could have listened to Randall’s begging for mercy. Instead, he banished him to a part of Louisiana where he was mistaken for an alligator, and most likely killed.
“Sulley?” asked Sullivan’s best friend, an eyeball monster named Michael Wazowski. “Are you all right?”
Sullivan slowly turned to his friend, a very defeated look in his eyes. “No.”
“Why n-” Mike started, but then he paused, for he remembered the last thing that was said before the change in behavior. “Oh my gosh, Sulley! You actually feel sorry for that creep!?”
Mary looked up to Sullivan in confusion.
“Mike-” the hairy monster started.
“Sulley, he tried to kill us!! All three of us!! Have you forgotten that!?”
“Mike!” Sullivan roared.
Mike quickly shut up, a little bit of fear in him after a long time.
“He DIDN’T try to kill Boo,”(Boo was Sullivan’s name for Mary)“now that I think about it! He could’ve just dropped her in the Door Vault, but he didn’t!”
“Because he wanted to use the Scream Extractor on her!!”
“It was destroyed, remember!?”
Mike hesitated, but then he said, “But that’s still the two of US, Sulley!!”
“How are we any different, Mike!?”
Mike and Mary both gave looks of confusion.
“We illegally banished him, Mike, for the intention of killing him!! We should have turned him over to the authorities!!”
“...which they would have done themselves.”
“NOT TRUE, MIKE!!” Sullivan roared again. Deep down, Mike realized he was right.
“Why did he do what he did, though?” Mary asked.
Sullivan hesitated, trying to think of the best way for Mary to understand. “Your death from that machine might have benefitted the Monster World. Somehow it would take your breath out, which is important considering you can scream. That was probably what he was thinking, and, since I was an idiot enough to destroy the machine, he must have...gone crazy from rage.”
Mary slowly sunk down into Sullivan’s chest, uncertain now whether she was supposed to hate Randall or feel sorry for him now.
“But it doesn’t matter,” Sullivan added. “He has to be dead by now.”
“Forget this,” Mike complained. “I’M heading back to work. You coming or not, Sulley?”
Sullivan turned to Mary, then to Mike. Reluctantly he took Mary off of her, and entered the Monster World again.
Little did they know: Randall was far from dead.
Chapter Two
It was a whole hour later, and Mary was still up in her bed. Somehow she couldn’t get the thoughts of Randall out of her head. She didn’t know which was worse; him being dead, or him being alive and out to kill her in revenge.
Mary tried to get her mind off of it by getting a midnight snack. She was hoping she could just get something to eat and hopefully go back to bed.
As she walked down the stairs to the kitchen, however, she thought she saw movement in one of the windows. Running over to it, she saw a shadow in the backyard moving toward the house.
‘No one is supposed to be here,’ she thought. Then great fears started entering her mind: what if it was someone who wanted to harm her? Or someone who wanted to kidnap her? The fact that they were coming from an unusual part of the property seemed to confirm that.
She also knew that she was home alone; her parents were at a school meeting. Therefore, she ran back into her room, hoping that the closet door was still activated.
She opened the door and looked towards the closet.
********************
Unfortunately, Mary’s fears were correct: it WAS a killer. The serpentine figure, armed with a pistol, was now walking its way up the stairs to her room.
Slowly, the figure crept to the bed and, having done so, ripped off the sheets.
No kid.
The figure searched around the room, in a fashion similar to a hawk finding its prey. It was doing this that caused it to notice the light behind the closet door. Slowly it walked over, hoping that his victim was on the other side.
********************
Needleman was absolutely horrified. He was a mere intern, a nobody within Monsters, Inc., and yet he knew that Sullivan committed a crime.
Needleman had been trying to find a piece of paperwork he had lost, and in a desperate attempt to find it, he snuck into Sullivan’s office. Instead, he found an activated door, which was far from where it was supposed to be, combined with the fact that it was activated and unattended simultaneously.
The intern was about to head to the phone to report the police, but then he noticed the doorknob turning. He stood there, paralyzed and uncertain what to do.
The figure revealed himself.
“Randal!?”
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Needleman was shot to death.
The apparent Randall started walking out of the room, ready to kill more. As soon as he left the office, however, he felt like he was being watched. He turned to one of the walls to see a security camera.
Somehow this pleased Randall, for he then showed a psychotic grin before single-mindedly returning to his killing spree.
He walked through several hallways, shooting everything he saw that moved. Yet these were not his main targets; he was just practicing.
Upon entering the lobby, Randall found a method to get his point across to Monstropolis. He walked over to a nearby wall and planted a device on it, which he set to a time of 2 minutes.
He then walked outside into the parking lot, where he tried to find an appropriate vehicle to commit genocide with. As soon as he found a motorcycle, the bomb exploded, destroying everything in the lobby and some nearby rooms as well. Some pieces of debris even landed near Randall, yet he stood in place as if nothing was happening.
Somehow it would give him great pleasure hearing the screams of monsters burning as he drove away, if he had feelings.
Chapter Three
“So, what’s on TV?” Mike asked.
“Not much. Just soap operas and crime shows.”
“Oooh! Ooh! Let me see the crime show!”
Sullivan sighed in frustration, then resumed surfing the channels. It seemed whenever Mike always wanted something that Sullivan didn’t care for. It was a good thing, for a while anyway, that he forgot what channel the show was on.
They had been surfing for only a little while when they heard a knock.
“I’ll get it,” Mike groaned, heading over to the door. He opened it to find...
“Boo!? What are you doing here!?”
Boo looked quite paranoid, soft bags under her eyes. “I found out where you both lived from a file in your office. I think someone’s trying to kill me!”
“That’s ridiculous! Why would a human do that to someone your age!?”
“I didn’t see the figure, so I don’t know if he was human!!”
“Huh?”
“Mike!” Sullivan called, “Look at this!”
Immediately Mike and Mary headed over to the TV, which was now tuned to a news station. The visuals were horrifying; it showed what once was the front side of Monsters, Inc. now blown to bits.
“-an explosion at Monsters, Inc., killing 87 identified monsters, and the CDA have not even finished the head count, yet.”
The TV then showed a picture of Randall’s psychotic grin toward the security camera.
“This figure is the only evidence we have as to who might have done it. He had already killed several monsters just minutes before the bomb went off-”
The TV was turned off.
Mike gave Sullivan a cold grin. “Still sure about regretting banishing Randall, now?”
Mary and Sullivan stood at the TV in utter shock. Mary then started wailing.
“He’s after me! He’s after me!” she screamed.
“He’s after all of us, Boo,” Sullivan said in a bizarre form of reassurance.
“He had followed me in here, Kitty! There’s no other explanation!!”
Sullivan paused, glancing at the TV again. “Something didn’t seem right, though.”
“What are you talking about!?”
“Did you notice the eyes? I couldn’t see them too well, but, from what I could see, I think the eyes might have been red.”
“Red from insanity, Sullivan!” Mike retorted.
Sullivan did not remember which part of the eyes, unfortunately. It could have been the irises, or it could have been the whites of the eyes like Mike was suggesting. Still, he reluctantly agreed with his friend.
Chapter Four
Mary and Sullivan tried to comfort each other later on in the night.
“We’re going to HAVE to move, Boo,” Sullivan explained. “He most likely knows where we live.”
“He’ll find us, anyway!”
Sullivan sighed. “Fine, we’ll stay tonight, but tomorrow we ARE moving.”
Boo looked at Sullivan, realizing that Sullivan’s deal was not much of a compromise. Doing so made her also notice something else: a red light coming from somewhere outside the window. She moved away from it to see a better angle.
“Something wrong?” Sullivan asked.
She could not see where the light was coming from, but as she turned, she saw a red dot on Sullivan’s head.
Immediately she figured it out.
“MOVE!!” she screamed.
As soon as she said this, a gun fired, the bullet just barely missing a startled Sullivan’s head.
“What’s going on!?” yelled Mike.
“Hide!!” Sullivan yelled back. “The bedroom!!”
********************
Randall yelled in frustration. Reluctantly he slithered into his enemies’ apartment, quickly scanning all over for the two of them.
Having found nothing in the main room, the lizard monster moved on to Sullivan’s bedroom. It initially looked like the same kind of luck for Randall, tempting him to leave the apartment.
However, he noticed something in the closet door opposite the bed. Bursting it open, he fired, damaging one of Sullivan’s horns.
The three of them were now horrified, yet now, Mary also noticed something different. Randall was violently shaking his gun, as if he was in a real rage, and it almost looked like tears would form out of his bloodshot green eyes.
“I won’t let you do it again!” he screamed, yet he still shook the gun without firing.
“Randall, you deserved it!” Mike taunted.
“SHUT UP!!” Randall shouted, tears finally bursting. He finally fired at Sullivan’s arm, blood starting to ooze out.
Sullivan looked up at Randall in complete fear. He WAS willing to hurt the three of them, after all.
Yet Randall started noting Sullivan’s eyes. The fear, the grief, the pain. But most of all, the seeming remorse.
Slowly, very slowly, to everyone’s surprise, Randall started backing away, lowering his gun to the floor.
‘Why are you doing this, Randall?’ he asked himself.
The rage started leaving his eyes, leaving only the tears.
‘You’re not a killer!’ he thought.
Finally, having backed into the bed, he dropped his gun and crumpled into a reptilian pile of misery.
Mike immediately took this opportunity to grab the gun and aim it at Randall’s head.
“Do it,” Randall begged, crying a river. “I’ve been waiting for it for so long, anyway.”
This scene had completely moved Sullivan and Mary, to the point that they were no longer certain if this was the same Randall on the TV. Sullivan couldn’t believe that such an edgy person would cry in front of his enemies. Was he really that desperate?
Finally, Sullivan turned to Mike. “Mike,” he ordered. “Don’t do it.”
Mike turned to him in utter surprise, still having the gun pointed at the lizard monster. “Are you kidding!? He’s killed countless people now as well as ourselves!!”
Yet Randall gave a look of confusion and anger. “What are you talking about!? I saw the explosion and that’s it!!”
Mike rolled his eyes at the explanation, but Sullivan and Mary remained confused.
Chapter Five
“Randall,” Sullivan asked. “Are you trying to say that you didn’t kill anyone at the factory?”
“Sulley, don’t you remember the picture of him on TV?” Mike answered. “Of course it was him!!”
“I didn’t do it!!” Randall begged.
“Then how did you get here?”
Randall finally started to explain his situation.
“Ever since you jerks banished me, I was on the run in the Human World. I had to keep moving or else I’d get killed. Guess that was what you intended.
“Anyway, one day I was in the woods somewhere up north, and something started chasing me. I had no idea what the human wanted out of me until it finally knocked me out. Clearly it thought I was dying, and the last thing I saw it do was turn into myself! It literally turned into myself! That thing is the ONLY possibility I can think of!
“As for getting here, when I recovered, I came across what was apparently this BRAT’S house, and, noting that you were idiots in not deactivating the door, I came back.”
Naturally Mike rolled his eyes again. “A shapeshifting human? What are the odds of that? You’re insane!”
“Shut up, Mike! You wouldn’t listen to me if I knew the apocalypse was near, which it might be!!”
Sullivan was still confused. There was no species of monsters Sullivan knew of that could change shape to replicate other things. And even if he was wrong, why would a monster (whatever species they were) kill countless monsters and frame another criminal for it?
Yet, something about the way Randall was saying everything...something about his begging tone of voice, it seemed to be honest.
Randall clearly knew. “I see none of you believe me! Fine! I’ll stay here until it comes after us!! It’ll most likely find out where you are, anyway, Mary!!”
Mary’s eyes opened in shock. “How would you know that!?” she demanded.
“Think about it! Was the factory intact when you arrived?”
Mary realized what Randall was getting at: he thought it was following her.
“...Yes,” she answered, defeated.
Randall folded his arms. “I rest my case.”
This debate was interrupted by the smashing of a door in the other room. Instinctively Mike headed over to examine the damage and, if possible, who did it.
Instead, he was in for a brutal awakening: there WAS another Randall, now standing at the doorway with a shotgun aimed at him. Sullivan’s doubt was also proven: this one had irises so red he initially thought he was looking at traffic lights.
Mike heard a gun load behind him, and noticed the real Randall aiming his gun at the fake. The one at the door noted the real one’s prescence, and transformed into a human figure.
This particular human form was one of the creepiest Mike had ever seen. It wore a black jacket, clearly made out of poached alligator skin. He had a straight-bristled mop for blond hair, which covered part of his face, as if one of his eyes was hiding something. The one eye Mike could see remained the same color, however.
Randall fired first, only to see the bullet absorb into the human-like figure’s chest.
“Oh my gosh,” Mike mouthed.
“Now do you believe me!?” Randall yelled.
More will come.
Project Purge
Chapter One
Mary once thought she would never have real friends. She had befriended monsters when she was two years old, and everyone kept insisting they were imaginary. Often she would even get teased at school, or be given eyerolls from nearby adults who thought she was too old for such stuff.
Mary knew it was real, however, or else six years later she wouldn’t be laying in the lap of a rather hairy monster by the name of James Sullivan, whom she called Kitty.
“Yesterday was my birthday,” Mary exclaimed.
“How old are you now?” Sullivan responded.
“I’m eight.”
“Good age. I remember when I was that old, I started taking on basketball.”
“I can imagine that. You are tall.”
“Thanks.”
Mary finally came up with something to say: “So what happened to that evil lizard thing?”
Sullivan’s smile slowly crawled off of his face. He knew who she was talking about: Randall Boggs. A coworker who he had banished for attempting to use a machine on her. The lizard monster, once it was destroyed, even went as far as to kill them.
Yet somehow, now that he thought about it, his actions were not justified. He could have turned him in to the authorities. He could have listened to Randall’s begging for mercy. Instead, he banished him to a part of Louisiana where he was mistaken for an alligator, and most likely killed.
“Sulley?” asked Sullivan’s best friend, an eyeball monster named Michael Wazowski. “Are you all right?”
Sullivan slowly turned to his friend, a very defeated look in his eyes. “No.”
“Why n-” Mike started, but then he paused, for he remembered the last thing that was said before the change in behavior. “Oh my gosh, Sulley! You actually feel sorry for that creep!?”
Mary looked up to Sullivan in confusion.
“Mike-” the hairy monster started.
“Sulley, he tried to kill us!! All three of us!! Have you forgotten that!?”
“Mike!” Sullivan roared.
Mike quickly shut up, a little bit of fear in him after a long time.
“He DIDN’T try to kill Boo,”(Boo was Sullivan’s name for Mary)“now that I think about it! He could’ve just dropped her in the Door Vault, but he didn’t!”
“Because he wanted to use the Scream Extractor on her!!”
“It was destroyed, remember!?”
Mike hesitated, but then he said, “But that’s still the two of US, Sulley!!”
“How are we any different, Mike!?”
Mike and Mary both gave looks of confusion.
“We illegally banished him, Mike, for the intention of killing him!! We should have turned him over to the authorities!!”
“...which they would have done themselves.”
“NOT TRUE, MIKE!!” Sullivan roared again. Deep down, Mike realized he was right.
“Why did he do what he did, though?” Mary asked.
Sullivan hesitated, trying to think of the best way for Mary to understand. “Your death from that machine might have benefitted the Monster World. Somehow it would take your breath out, which is important considering you can scream. That was probably what he was thinking, and, since I was an idiot enough to destroy the machine, he must have...gone crazy from rage.”
Mary slowly sunk down into Sullivan’s chest, uncertain now whether she was supposed to hate Randall or feel sorry for him now.
“But it doesn’t matter,” Sullivan added. “He has to be dead by now.”
“Forget this,” Mike complained. “I’M heading back to work. You coming or not, Sulley?”
Sullivan turned to Mary, then to Mike. Reluctantly he took Mary off of her, and entered the Monster World again.
Little did they know: Randall was far from dead.
Chapter Two
It was a whole hour later, and Mary was still up in her bed. Somehow she couldn’t get the thoughts of Randall out of her head. She didn’t know which was worse; him being dead, or him being alive and out to kill her in revenge.
Mary tried to get her mind off of it by getting a midnight snack. She was hoping she could just get something to eat and hopefully go back to bed.
As she walked down the stairs to the kitchen, however, she thought she saw movement in one of the windows. Running over to it, she saw a shadow in the backyard moving toward the house.
‘No one is supposed to be here,’ she thought. Then great fears started entering her mind: what if it was someone who wanted to harm her? Or someone who wanted to kidnap her? The fact that they were coming from an unusual part of the property seemed to confirm that.
She also knew that she was home alone; her parents were at a school meeting. Therefore, she ran back into her room, hoping that the closet door was still activated.
She opened the door and looked towards the closet.
********************
Unfortunately, Mary’s fears were correct: it WAS a killer. The serpentine figure, armed with a pistol, was now walking its way up the stairs to her room.
Slowly, the figure crept to the bed and, having done so, ripped off the sheets.
No kid.
The figure searched around the room, in a fashion similar to a hawk finding its prey. It was doing this that caused it to notice the light behind the closet door. Slowly it walked over, hoping that his victim was on the other side.
********************
Needleman was absolutely horrified. He was a mere intern, a nobody within Monsters, Inc., and yet he knew that Sullivan committed a crime.
Needleman had been trying to find a piece of paperwork he had lost, and in a desperate attempt to find it, he snuck into Sullivan’s office. Instead, he found an activated door, which was far from where it was supposed to be, combined with the fact that it was activated and unattended simultaneously.
The intern was about to head to the phone to report the police, but then he noticed the doorknob turning. He stood there, paralyzed and uncertain what to do.
The figure revealed himself.
“Randal!?”
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Needleman was shot to death.
The apparent Randall started walking out of the room, ready to kill more. As soon as he left the office, however, he felt like he was being watched. He turned to one of the walls to see a security camera.
Somehow this pleased Randall, for he then showed a psychotic grin before single-mindedly returning to his killing spree.
He walked through several hallways, shooting everything he saw that moved. Yet these were not his main targets; he was just practicing.
Upon entering the lobby, Randall found a method to get his point across to Monstropolis. He walked over to a nearby wall and planted a device on it, which he set to a time of 2 minutes.
He then walked outside into the parking lot, where he tried to find an appropriate vehicle to commit genocide with. As soon as he found a motorcycle, the bomb exploded, destroying everything in the lobby and some nearby rooms as well. Some pieces of debris even landed near Randall, yet he stood in place as if nothing was happening.
Somehow it would give him great pleasure hearing the screams of monsters burning as he drove away, if he had feelings.
Chapter Three
“So, what’s on TV?” Mike asked.
“Not much. Just soap operas and crime shows.”
“Oooh! Ooh! Let me see the crime show!”
Sullivan sighed in frustration, then resumed surfing the channels. It seemed whenever Mike always wanted something that Sullivan didn’t care for. It was a good thing, for a while anyway, that he forgot what channel the show was on.
They had been surfing for only a little while when they heard a knock.
“I’ll get it,” Mike groaned, heading over to the door. He opened it to find...
“Boo!? What are you doing here!?”
Boo looked quite paranoid, soft bags under her eyes. “I found out where you both lived from a file in your office. I think someone’s trying to kill me!”
“That’s ridiculous! Why would a human do that to someone your age!?”
“I didn’t see the figure, so I don’t know if he was human!!”
“Huh?”
“Mike!” Sullivan called, “Look at this!”
Immediately Mike and Mary headed over to the TV, which was now tuned to a news station. The visuals were horrifying; it showed what once was the front side of Monsters, Inc. now blown to bits.
“-an explosion at Monsters, Inc., killing 87 identified monsters, and the CDA have not even finished the head count, yet.”
The TV then showed a picture of Randall’s psychotic grin toward the security camera.
“This figure is the only evidence we have as to who might have done it. He had already killed several monsters just minutes before the bomb went off-”
The TV was turned off.
Mike gave Sullivan a cold grin. “Still sure about regretting banishing Randall, now?”
Mary and Sullivan stood at the TV in utter shock. Mary then started wailing.
“He’s after me! He’s after me!” she screamed.
“He’s after all of us, Boo,” Sullivan said in a bizarre form of reassurance.
“He had followed me in here, Kitty! There’s no other explanation!!”
Sullivan paused, glancing at the TV again. “Something didn’t seem right, though.”
“What are you talking about!?”
“Did you notice the eyes? I couldn’t see them too well, but, from what I could see, I think the eyes might have been red.”
“Red from insanity, Sullivan!” Mike retorted.
Sullivan did not remember which part of the eyes, unfortunately. It could have been the irises, or it could have been the whites of the eyes like Mike was suggesting. Still, he reluctantly agreed with his friend.
Chapter Four
Mary and Sullivan tried to comfort each other later on in the night.
“We’re going to HAVE to move, Boo,” Sullivan explained. “He most likely knows where we live.”
“He’ll find us, anyway!”
Sullivan sighed. “Fine, we’ll stay tonight, but tomorrow we ARE moving.”
Boo looked at Sullivan, realizing that Sullivan’s deal was not much of a compromise. Doing so made her also notice something else: a red light coming from somewhere outside the window. She moved away from it to see a better angle.
“Something wrong?” Sullivan asked.
She could not see where the light was coming from, but as she turned, she saw a red dot on Sullivan’s head.
Immediately she figured it out.
“MOVE!!” she screamed.
As soon as she said this, a gun fired, the bullet just barely missing a startled Sullivan’s head.
“What’s going on!?” yelled Mike.
“Hide!!” Sullivan yelled back. “The bedroom!!”
********************
Randall yelled in frustration. Reluctantly he slithered into his enemies’ apartment, quickly scanning all over for the two of them.
Having found nothing in the main room, the lizard monster moved on to Sullivan’s bedroom. It initially looked like the same kind of luck for Randall, tempting him to leave the apartment.
However, he noticed something in the closet door opposite the bed. Bursting it open, he fired, damaging one of Sullivan’s horns.
The three of them were now horrified, yet now, Mary also noticed something different. Randall was violently shaking his gun, as if he was in a real rage, and it almost looked like tears would form out of his bloodshot green eyes.
“I won’t let you do it again!” he screamed, yet he still shook the gun without firing.
“Randall, you deserved it!” Mike taunted.
“SHUT UP!!” Randall shouted, tears finally bursting. He finally fired at Sullivan’s arm, blood starting to ooze out.
Sullivan looked up at Randall in complete fear. He WAS willing to hurt the three of them, after all.
Yet Randall started noting Sullivan’s eyes. The fear, the grief, the pain. But most of all, the seeming remorse.
Slowly, very slowly, to everyone’s surprise, Randall started backing away, lowering his gun to the floor.
‘Why are you doing this, Randall?’ he asked himself.
The rage started leaving his eyes, leaving only the tears.
‘You’re not a killer!’ he thought.
Finally, having backed into the bed, he dropped his gun and crumpled into a reptilian pile of misery.
Mike immediately took this opportunity to grab the gun and aim it at Randall’s head.
“Do it,” Randall begged, crying a river. “I’ve been waiting for it for so long, anyway.”
This scene had completely moved Sullivan and Mary, to the point that they were no longer certain if this was the same Randall on the TV. Sullivan couldn’t believe that such an edgy person would cry in front of his enemies. Was he really that desperate?
Finally, Sullivan turned to Mike. “Mike,” he ordered. “Don’t do it.”
Mike turned to him in utter surprise, still having the gun pointed at the lizard monster. “Are you kidding!? He’s killed countless people now as well as ourselves!!”
Yet Randall gave a look of confusion and anger. “What are you talking about!? I saw the explosion and that’s it!!”
Mike rolled his eyes at the explanation, but Sullivan and Mary remained confused.
Chapter Five
“Randall,” Sullivan asked. “Are you trying to say that you didn’t kill anyone at the factory?”
“Sulley, don’t you remember the picture of him on TV?” Mike answered. “Of course it was him!!”
“I didn’t do it!!” Randall begged.
“Then how did you get here?”
Randall finally started to explain his situation.
“Ever since you jerks banished me, I was on the run in the Human World. I had to keep moving or else I’d get killed. Guess that was what you intended.
“Anyway, one day I was in the woods somewhere up north, and something started chasing me. I had no idea what the human wanted out of me until it finally knocked me out. Clearly it thought I was dying, and the last thing I saw it do was turn into myself! It literally turned into myself! That thing is the ONLY possibility I can think of!
“As for getting here, when I recovered, I came across what was apparently this BRAT’S house, and, noting that you were idiots in not deactivating the door, I came back.”
Naturally Mike rolled his eyes again. “A shapeshifting human? What are the odds of that? You’re insane!”
“Shut up, Mike! You wouldn’t listen to me if I knew the apocalypse was near, which it might be!!”
Sullivan was still confused. There was no species of monsters Sullivan knew of that could change shape to replicate other things. And even if he was wrong, why would a monster (whatever species they were) kill countless monsters and frame another criminal for it?
Yet, something about the way Randall was saying everything...something about his begging tone of voice, it seemed to be honest.
Randall clearly knew. “I see none of you believe me! Fine! I’ll stay here until it comes after us!! It’ll most likely find out where you are, anyway, Mary!!”
Mary’s eyes opened in shock. “How would you know that!?” she demanded.
“Think about it! Was the factory intact when you arrived?”
Mary realized what Randall was getting at: he thought it was following her.
“...Yes,” she answered, defeated.
Randall folded his arms. “I rest my case.”
This debate was interrupted by the smashing of a door in the other room. Instinctively Mike headed over to examine the damage and, if possible, who did it.
Instead, he was in for a brutal awakening: there WAS another Randall, now standing at the doorway with a shotgun aimed at him. Sullivan’s doubt was also proven: this one had irises so red he initially thought he was looking at traffic lights.
Mike heard a gun load behind him, and noticed the real Randall aiming his gun at the fake. The one at the door noted the real one’s prescence, and transformed into a human figure.
This particular human form was one of the creepiest Mike had ever seen. It wore a black jacket, clearly made out of poached alligator skin. He had a straight-bristled mop for blond hair, which covered part of his face, as if one of his eyes was hiding something. The one eye Mike could see remained the same color, however.
Randall fired first, only to see the bullet absorb into the human-like figure’s chest.
“Oh my gosh,” Mike mouthed.
“Now do you believe me!?” Randall yelled.
More will come.
