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them, taking in a deep breath and looking for every possible woman or female-esque individual who may or may not be the Alice that I’m looking for.
I rule out anyone who isn’t attractive. Alice clearly had that look about her. It’s the presence of a woman that knows she’s attractive and dresses to accentuate the powers that her genetics have graciously decided to bestow upon her. So if anyone here is not attractive, then they simply aren’t Alice. I rule out blondes and redheads also. She was clearly brunette on the video feed and that means I’m looking for an attractive, well-dressed, brunette teenage girl somewhere inside a school that could easily have seven thousand people inside of it.
Taking a step forward, I look up the main hall where kids are loitering and I see her immediately and I lock eyes with her. She has dark, chocolaty curls lazily hanging around her face, effortlessly formed. One of her shoulders is exposed by the chic sweater that she’s wearing. I look at her beautiful, perfectly and artfully cared for face. Her eyes are deep green, almost an ocean green. I look at them and see that they’re glassy. They’re glassy and suddenly full of tears, fury maybe. I look at those eyes and I know from the second I lock eyes with her that it knows. It knows that I’m here for it and it doesn’t like it one bit.
“Alice!” I shout at her, almost willing to pull out my gun. If I can get her to reason, get her to stop herself from doing something that will be regretful and terrible, then I might be able to find some way of stopping that thing inside of her from killing her. She looks at me with those eyes, full of conflict, full of terror. They have to know that something’s wrong. It’s written all across her face as she stares at me. I take a step forward, and like someone down the hallway fired off a shot at the starting blocks, she takes off running. “No! Wait!” I scream after her, grabbing a kid that smells like stale pot in front of me and hurling him aside.
“Hey, man!” he mumbles before crashing to the ground face first. Maybe if he wasn’t stoned, he would have stopped his fall.
I don’t hesitate. I run as quickly as I can, slamming into people like a freight train, bashing them out of my way. I make it a dozen steps and my eyes burn, staring down the hallway, watching the girl as she slams past people, elbowing them, touching them, making contact with them. I stare at all of them. These are all possible hosts. I know that she might not be infested with that demon creature any longer. I look at them all, studying their faces. Some of them are teachers shouting after her while outraged teens stare, gawking at her with disgusted and offended looks upon their faces. I feel like pulling my gun, putting a shot in the ceiling and getting them all to hunker down. The only problem is that they might panic and flee, not to mention that there’s another hallway above me. My luck would be that I put down a kid above me and I’d be hauled off to jail, helpless to stop the demon from getting to my daughter.
Instead, I’m left with the only option, following after her. I shout her name again, ordering her to stop as I take my chance, chasing after her trail that is quickly closing up, like the Red Sea gushing in on the Israelites. I run as quickly as I can, knocking several gawkers aside. One of them is a teacher, who will no doubt want to inquire as to who the older gentleman chasing after the hot piece of ass fleeing from him was.
I watch her as she’s running, wondering if the creature is still inside of her, wondering if it’s still controlling her, what it’s telling her. She has no reason to run from me. She has no reason to fear me. The creature inside of her head must be poisoning her thoughts. I watch her, wondering how the hell this thing is working its magic inside of her. Is it doing all of this just to get away from me? It has to still be inside of her, if that’s the
I rule out anyone who isn’t attractive. Alice clearly had that look about her. It’s the presence of a woman that knows she’s attractive and dresses to accentuate the powers that her genetics have graciously decided to bestow upon her. So if anyone here is not attractive, then they simply aren’t Alice. I rule out blondes and redheads also. She was clearly brunette on the video feed and that means I’m looking for an attractive, well-dressed, brunette teenage girl somewhere inside a school that could easily have seven thousand people inside of it.
Taking a step forward, I look up the main hall where kids are loitering and I see her immediately and I lock eyes with her. She has dark, chocolaty curls lazily hanging around her face, effortlessly formed. One of her shoulders is exposed by the chic sweater that she’s wearing. I look at her beautiful, perfectly and artfully cared for face. Her eyes are deep green, almost an ocean green. I look at them and see that they’re glassy. They’re glassy and suddenly full of tears, fury maybe. I look at those eyes and I know from the second I lock eyes with her that it knows. It knows that I’m here for it and it doesn’t like it one bit.
“Alice!” I shout at her, almost willing to pull out my gun. If I can get her to reason, get her to stop herself from doing something that will be regretful and terrible, then I might be able to find some way of stopping that thing inside of her from killing her. She looks at me with those eyes, full of conflict, full of terror. They have to know that something’s wrong. It’s written all across her face as she stares at me. I take a step forward, and like someone down the hallway fired off a shot at the starting blocks, she takes off running. “No! Wait!” I scream after her, grabbing a kid that smells like stale pot in front of me and hurling him aside.
“Hey, man!” he mumbles before crashing to the ground face first. Maybe if he wasn’t stoned, he would have stopped his fall.
I don’t hesitate. I run as quickly as I can, slamming into people like a freight train, bashing them out of my way. I make it a dozen steps and my eyes burn, staring down the hallway, watching the girl as she slams past people, elbowing them, touching them, making contact with them. I stare at all of them. These are all possible hosts. I know that she might not be infested with that demon creature any longer. I look at them all, studying their faces. Some of them are teachers shouting after her while outraged teens stare, gawking at her with disgusted and offended looks upon their faces. I feel like pulling my gun, putting a shot in the ceiling and getting them all to hunker down. The only problem is that they might panic and flee, not to mention that there’s another hallway above me. My luck would be that I put down a kid above me and I’d be hauled off to jail, helpless to stop the demon from getting to my daughter.
Instead, I’m left with the only option, following after her. I shout her name again, ordering her to stop as I take my chance, chasing after her trail that is quickly closing up, like the Red Sea gushing in on the Israelites. I run as quickly as I can, knocking several gawkers aside. One of them is a teacher, who will no doubt want to inquire as to who the older gentleman chasing after the hot piece of ass fleeing from him was.
I watch her as she’s running, wondering if the creature is still inside of her, wondering if it’s still controlling her, what it’s telling her. She has no reason to run from me. She has no reason to fear me. The creature inside of her head must be poisoning her thoughts. I watch her, wondering how the hell this thing is working its magic inside of her. Is it doing all of this just to get away from me? It has to still be inside of her, if that’s the
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