Post by Mildre(a)d "Bagley-Aldaine" on Jul 14, 2012 12:30:20 GMT -5
As Protege hid in his room, where he was there and he was safe and no one had hurt him on the way up because he was there already and he was safe, he started thinking. Why had everyone voted for him? He understood house rivalry, but even then, he wasn't in a house. Him being alive wouldn't have affected anyone's house points... It just didn't make any sense. They knew it was a waste of time to vote for him, and they still did.
It was getting dark, but that didn't stop it from slowly dawning on him.
Suddenly, footsteps came, running up to his door as balled up fists banged on it.
"Protege! Protege!" Xander said, hyperventilating. "Let me in, Let me in, Let me in!!!!" Protege normally would have helped the kid out... but his suspicions. Xander was a Slytherin, too. He was pretty sure he didn't vote for Protege, but he couldn't remember, and there was no way he was letting a potential serial murderer into his safe haven. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind Xander... Heavy, unyielding, and somehow even menacing.
"Come on, Protege, LET ME IN" Xander screamed, before a sickening wet crunching noise echoed through the hall outside. He heard Xander whimpering, and Protege backed away from the door, horrified. Xander hadn't been the murderer, and now Xander was dead. Because of him. What was he going to do? Who was the murderer?
A polite knocking sounded on his door.
"Who..." Protege swallowed and licked his lips. "Who is it?"
"It's me, fuckass." Layne said.
"Go away. Murderer!" Protege cried, like a little girl.
Layne just laughed, and the door was simply pushed in, falling with a thud on the floor, the hinges busted. Layne walked in, smiling sweetly, her (kawaii) rainbow hair fluttering in the breeze that came in with her. Xander lay behind her, slowly bleeding.
"What makes you say I'm a murderer?" Layne asked, honey dripping from her MOE LOLI VOICE.
Protege just pointed at Xander.
Layne glanced back and giggled.
"Oh, silly. I haven't killed him. In fact..." As she spoke, Xander's body twitched. Her once breathless lungs began moving again, and her legs started to kick, angrily, like a horse at a gum factory. Suddenly, Xander's body started to expand, getting bigger, and bigger, before finally growing ridiculously hairy, and then...
Where Xander's corpse once lay, there was now a Lycan as tall as the room, breathing hevily, drool dripping from its maw and erection.
Behind it, the other Slytherins walked in. Micha, Cyan, FUF.. The walked around Xander's hideous beast form and they all shared the same grin.
Protege panicked.
"Get away from me! Get away from me you monsters!!!" He held a burned book, one he had found Mury's corpse. "HOW'D IT GET BURNED!? HOW'D IT GET BURNED?!"
Laughing, all of the Slytherins turned, and the room was soon full of massive, angry looking lycans.
"No..." Protege whispered. "NOOOOOO!" They descended upon him, chomping and clawing and stomping and loling.
It was getting dark, but that didn't stop it from slowly dawning on him.
Suddenly, footsteps came, running up to his door as balled up fists banged on it.
"Protege! Protege!" Xander said, hyperventilating. "Let me in, Let me in, Let me in!!!!" Protege normally would have helped the kid out... but his suspicions. Xander was a Slytherin, too. He was pretty sure he didn't vote for Protege, but he couldn't remember, and there was no way he was letting a potential serial murderer into his safe haven. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind Xander... Heavy, unyielding, and somehow even menacing.
"Come on, Protege, LET ME IN" Xander screamed, before a sickening wet crunching noise echoed through the hall outside. He heard Xander whimpering, and Protege backed away from the door, horrified. Xander hadn't been the murderer, and now Xander was dead. Because of him. What was he going to do? Who was the murderer?
A polite knocking sounded on his door.
"Who..." Protege swallowed and licked his lips. "Who is it?"
"It's me, fuckass." Layne said.
"Go away. Murderer!" Protege cried, like a little girl.
Layne just laughed, and the door was simply pushed in, falling with a thud on the floor, the hinges busted. Layne walked in, smiling sweetly, her (kawaii) rainbow hair fluttering in the breeze that came in with her. Xander lay behind her, slowly bleeding.
"What makes you say I'm a murderer?" Layne asked, honey dripping from her MOE LOLI VOICE.
Protege just pointed at Xander.
Layne glanced back and giggled.
"Oh, silly. I haven't killed him. In fact..." As she spoke, Xander's body twitched. Her once breathless lungs began moving again, and her legs started to kick, angrily, like a horse at a gum factory. Suddenly, Xander's body started to expand, getting bigger, and bigger, before finally growing ridiculously hairy, and then...
Where Xander's corpse once lay, there was now a Lycan as tall as the room, breathing hevily, drool dripping from its maw and erection.
Behind it, the other Slytherins walked in. Micha, Cyan, FUF.. The walked around Xander's hideous beast form and they all shared the same grin.
Protege panicked.
"Get away from me! Get away from me you monsters!!!" He held a burned book, one he had found Mury's corpse. "HOW'D IT GET BURNED!? HOW'D IT GET BURNED?!"
Laughing, all of the Slytherins turned, and the room was soon full of massive, angry looking lycans.
"No..." Protege whispered. "NOOOOOO!" They descended upon him, chomping and clawing and stomping and loling.
BAD END
