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InGen High p16
By CeratosPit
Outside, Al, El, Rob, Billy, Muldoon, Mandy and Paul were following Enrique out of the school’s stadium. Once they made it out, they were greeted by a field of gigantic grass standing between them, and the inner sanctum of the high school.
“Alright, my friends.” Enrique said. “I would like to be paid now.”
“We’re not paying you Jack-shit!” Muldoon snapped. “We can reach that school without your help, thank you very much!”
“This is not good.” Enrique shook his finger at him and called out, “Hey, muchachos! They don’t want to pay!”
Nash, Cooper and Udesky stepped out from behind a rather thin tree and walked over to the gang. Udesky, of course, informing them of their mistake. “Gentlemen. My associate here has performed you a service and this is how you repay him? This is not good. In fact it is frowned upon in my business.”
“Hey, Udesky!” Muldoon snapped again. “I thought I told you stop doing your 'business' on school grounds! Do you need me to teach your boys a lesson again?”
Cooper growled and stepped forward, but Udesky held him back. “You know Muldoon, you’re a skilled tactician.” Udesky complemented. “But I don’t think even you have the balls to put your hands on our new boy.”
“Is that right?” Muldoon crossed his arms. “Well, why don’t I meet this new boy and figure that out for myself?”
“I don’t have a problem with that.” Udesky replied. “Nash, you got a problem?” Nash shook his head. “Cooper, you got a problem?” Cooper shook his head. “My boys don’t have a problem with that. BEN! Get Out Here!”
And Ben Hilderbrand leapt out from behind the tree they made their entrance from. “Did somebody say ‘BOYS‘!?”
Billy screamed and hid behind Al. Rob didn’t look to pleased to tangle with this total perv either. Udesky chuckled as the situation unfolded. “We were beating the crap out of him at a toy store, and were really put off by the way he enjoyed it. So I thought to myself, ‘how do you take down a hall monitor without fear?’”
“By putting the fear in him!” Cooper said.
“Or better yet,” Nash added. “Puttin’ this sick freak on him! Sucka!”
Rob shook his head. “You blokes have got to be yanking my chain.”
Ben snickered a bit. “That’s not all I’m gonna yank!” he said with a devilish grin. “I’m gonna yank that hat right off your head, too! It is soooo cute!”
It was about at this point, that I decided that there were way too many dirty gay jokes in my story, so I figure just skip the poorly written banter, and get on with what happened next. Rob and Ben performed some bizarre Greco Roman style wrestling when Roland Tembo and the Superclones stepped in, broke up the fight and told them how ridiculous this whole scene was.
“I mean, honestly!” Roland finished. “Here we are, surrounded by huge deadly sons of bitches while you mofos perform submission holds on each other! It’s bloody whack!”
“Roland is right!” Al said. “If anything, you guys can continue the homoerotic fighting styles when we reach the building!”
Enrique was forced to agree. “Yes, yes, a thousand apologies! I will lead you all through the tall grass and we shall finish this inside!”
“Are you bloody tripping?” Roland exclaimed. “Those dinosaur bastards could be in that grass, waiting for us! We‘d be safer if we walked along the cement path on the next side of the school.” He pointed in the direction of where the path started, but occupying that sPot were thirteen velociraptors. Apparently, the eight that had retreated came back with reinforcements. Roland turned back to tell everyone to stay calm, but only his loyal friend Ajay was there. Everybody else had run into the field.
“No!” Ajay yelled. “You must not go into the long grass!”
Roland grabbed Ajay by the shoulder, told him, “Shut up and get in the long grass!” and dragged him into the field after everyone else.
Back inside, things weren’t much better. Ian, Nick, Eddie, Bowman and the other kids were racing through the hallways with a swarm of hungry, chicken-sized dinosaurs hot on their tails. Ian Malcolm, who was at the head of the group, took a right turn into an adjoining hallway and saw a lone female figure wandering around. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or ferociously disappointed when he figured out it was Sarah, but he wasn’t going to stop and find out. Ian showed no sign of slowing down, so she began running alongside him.
“Ian!” she said as she ran. “Look, I’m really sorry about--”
“It’s cool!” Ian forgave without even letting her finish. “Forget about it!”
“No, it’s not!” Sarah insisted. “I was acting like an ass and…” It was then that Sarah began to wonder why she was racing with seven other people in this dark school hallway. “Hey, why exactly are we running?”
Rather then say anything and waste his breath, Ian just pointed behind his back with his thumb. Sarah looked back behind the other kids and saw countless little green creatures chasing them. She had no clue what they were, but figured that everyone was running away from them for a good reason. But where were they running to? “Hey, where are we going?”
“To the shop class!” Eddie answered. “And step on it!”
Shop class was in the front of the hallway and Eddie whipped out his key to this room. Once they all reached the door, Eddie fumbled around with the key, keeping everyone on their toes. Zim was the most impatient. “Have you no manual dexterity, you filthy Earth monkey!?”
“Nah, man.” Eddie answered. “I’m too stoned. Somebody else do it.”
Everybody collapsed from Eddie’s stupid remark, except for Nick who was more annoyed then dumbstruck. He took the key, unlocked the door, ran inside with everyone and shut it just as the ravenous compies were about to get through. The little dinosaurs piled up behind the little window on the door and scratched it, trying to get through. But to no avail. Everyone was safe inside. Most of them on the floor, exhausted.
Sarah, among them tried catching her breath. “Were those…dinosaurs?”
“Yeah.” Ian replied. “Ah, Compy-somethings.”
“Oh, Compsognathids.” Sarah told him, obviously having some knowledge of these things. “Right. Why aren’t they, you know, dead and fossilized instead of being alive?”
“It’s a, ah, long story. You see…” and then he stopped. Having his own question. “Eddie? Why the Hell do you have a sPare key to this room?”
“Oh, this ain’t a sPare key.” Eddie told him. “It’s the original. I stole it from Mr. Thorne.”
“Why the, ah, Hell did you steal Thorne’s key?”
“So I could have access to my secret stash anytime.” Eddie told him as he pulled a nickel-bag out of a birdhouse.
“Ah Ha!” cried a voice from across the room. “I knew that if I camped out here all night I could figure out who was smoking Mary-jane in my class!” Thorne said from behind his desk, holding a teddy bear in his pajamas.
Eddie stuttered a bit before coming up with a half-assed excuse. “N-Nah, man. This stuff ain’t mine. It’s his!” he pointed to Bowman who was sucking on his foot with the sock on. Nobody else seemed to care about Thorne being in the class though, as they were all still focused on escaping the school.
“Hey Sarah.” Nick said. “How did you get in the school?”
“Through the entrance, of course.” She told him. “I got kind of lost though. This place looks different when it’s dark. That and I have a sucky navigational sense! This one time, My dad and I were driving to Butte, Montana--”
“Sarah, you’ll understand if we don’t want to here this story right now.” Ian said as he scanned the room. “Hey, ah, we can get out through these windows!”
Bowman snickered loudly to himself. “Butt Montana!”
2 B Continued...
3/3/2003 7:30:08 PM
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