As Mr. Jennings reached out to Meagan, her eyes flashed ominously and she threw her had back, closed her eyes and emitted an ear piercing scream. Like seriously, students fell to their knees, clutching their ears as blood streamed down their necks. Curiously, Scott and Clarissa looked on at her uneffected, though rattled. “Shoot” Meagn said,. “Your powers must also serve as a shield.”
But then they all heard it. At first it sounded like a distant pattering. Soon is swelled to a pounding. The lockers began to rattle and somewhere a globe crashed to the floor and shattered. Mr. Jennings, still clutching his oozing ears, staggered to his feet, looking around wildly. And then, just like that, he was sprawled on the floor, body convulsing briefly and then freezing.
Clarissa cautisuosly approached the body, noting a tiny dart protruding from the man’s neck. Without warning, Scott grabbed her wrist, whirling her back and into the safety of his rippling pectorals. How many times had she daydreamed of this happeneing??
The pounding and rattling were now punctauted by whoops and hollers. Meagan was looking expectantly at the hallway’s double doors, her eyes now gleaming with anticipation. Scott looked on at his little sister in horror. She’d always been so sweet and unassuming. Heck the kid was just in Kindergarten. What the heck was she doing here!? He had been so good about keeping her locked in the house since the oddities started popping up.
All at once, the double doors at the end of the hallway burst open with such force that they were ripped from their hinges, And then they appeared. Dozens of little boys- Kidnergartners!- sreamed into the hallways. They all wore nothing but briefs and they weilded dart blowers, aiming their darts at anyone who moved.
Scott winced, recalling the awkward fact that through some glitch of Clarissa’s powers, his briefs had relocated to the outside of his pants. He then noticed that her fingertips were beginning to spark again. He wasn’t about to find out what else those fingers could do (well, he tried not to think about it), so he encased her hands in his.
The 2 teens took in the scene, gaping in horror. Rigid bodies littered the floors, little boys primatively dancing around them. He felt a sort-of painless ping and noted the growing piles of darts gathering at his feet. It was true! His power was shielding him and Clarissa from the darts! Then one voice shouted louder than the rest and everything stopped all at once.
Arms raised to address her subjects, Meagan grinned in satisfaction, but it turned into a sneer as she followed the gazes. Every boy was staring at Scott in awe. The briefs!
In one fell swoop, the little bodies bore down on Scoot.
In a mele of limbs and whooping, Scott was swept away, leaving Clarissa looking in, frozen in shock. She heard movement and was surprised to see movement. Frighetend faces peered from around walls and out of lockers. Clarissa straightened and speaking with a boldness she didn’t feel, “We MUST retrieve Scott!”
Meagan was gone, thankfully, swept away with the hoard of other Kindergarteners. Clarissa’s heart twistede in her chest at the devastation on the floor around her, bodies immobilized by darts and teens writhing in pain as they clutched bleeding ears.
“We have to get Scott back,” she said again to the students emerging from lockers and classroom doorwarys. “He’s the only one who can control his little sister.”
“I’m not going near that freak!” one girl said. Other students murmurred their agreemetn.
“Meagan’s power is sonic. She can’t control what she can’t get to listen to her.” Clarissa put her hand to her head and tried to think. “Does anyone have any ideas? Please?”
People were already milling about, and focus was drifting away. She NEEDED them to pay attention. So she used her powers.
Her fingers sparkled with that strange fire, and she pulled as many opbjects as she could twoards her. Portals, gateways, weird ripples in the air around her opened up, and pencils, backpacks, phones stuck on Record, a purse, and Mr. Jenning’s toupe all landed at her feet.
That got the halls quiet again.
“We’re getting powers.” Her voice quivered slightly. “I know I’m not the only one. Meagan -- that little girl -- can scream. Scott can sheild against nearly anything and is near indestructible. I can teleport things.”
She winced at how poorly she was speaking. It was her nightmare come true, and when it mattered the most she was failing.
“If we’re going to stop her doing any more damage and get back Scott, we have to work together. We have to … to be strong. Brave. We can’t hide anymore.” Clarissa was shaking, but she was still able to meet everyone’s gaze.
One student stepped forward. “I can see footsteps,” she said. “Where peeople have been.”
Students muttered amongst themselves. They were unsure what to make about all these strange occurances.
“So we can track them.” Clarissa nodded her thanks. “How are we going to get around Meagan’s scream power? She can manipulate people, it looks like.”
“Those Kindergartners have blowpipes!” One boy was sitting in shock on the floor, ears bleeding, probably oblivious to everything she had said. “They shot the principal. In their undies!”
Well that was another problem to face. Scot had been the best defense against that with his sheilding powers, but he was gone now.
Someone touched her shoulder, and an overweight young man spoke to her in hushed tones. “I can move really fast,” he said, eyes darting around. “Like, I caused a sonic boom once.”
She smiled. “That’s good. Greg, right?”
He nodded. “You think I could get scott before they shoot me?”
Clarissa picked out a set of headphones from the bags that littered the ground around her and handed them to Greg. “These might help with Meagan’s scream.”
The girl from before approached and pointed down the hallway. “They looked like they were going to the playgroud, but i think they stopped at the assembly hall.”
A wave of nausea washed over Clarissa, and she forced herlelf not to throw up in front of everyone. Then she realized everyone else was feelin the same as her. A bleak, dull thrumming pulsed through the hallways, and she could dimly hear Meagan’s voice.
“There’s no time,” she groaned. “Meagan’s starting some ritual.”
“I don’t want to hit anyone,” Greg whimpered. “No, no don’t make me hit…”
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She slapped the headphones on him, feeling the impulse to strike swell within her. Earbuds and Led Zeplin only sort of drowned it out.
The hallway began to fill with sounds of fighting, and she knew it was now or never.
“You distract Meagan, I’ll get Scott.”
Greg nodded and awkwardly put his arms around her. His plush body was vastly different from Scott’s masculine grip, but she tolerated it.
Then, he ran.
Scott felt the pains of the ropes around his wrist. How did the little munch...monsters learn advanced shibari. Kindergartners shouldn’t know who to tie ropes, musch less shibari! He tried projecting his shields again. No luck. Whatever Meagan and the twirps had done, his newforund powers wouldn’t work. Okay, look around again. He had to look around again.
Full bottles of water appeared out of nowheare. Then chanting. Who the hell was chanting?! And QWHY!? He couldn’t think. Twevlth grade and he couldn’t think of anything to do agains a bunch of chanting kindergartners is in loin clohts. And why did they have loincloths anyway.?
As the chanting faded into a slow hum, Scott glanced around as much of as the roped would let him. Ritual circle with a dodocagram? Why a dodecagram? And things looked to be turning for the worse. That psycho Meagan seamed to hav fallen fo her allies, as the little ones had tied er up , well not just like him, but using similar meathods. The gag they stuffed down her throat to keep her sonic scream contained was a nice tuoch. He’d have to tease her when the little wons were away. Assuming the brats actually ever left.
As the hooligans dumped Meagan in the opposite corner, Scott got a glimpse of who else had been captured. Principal McMann and Mr Jennings formed the north & southern points, while he and the traitor formed the east and west respectively. Noone else had been brought yet, but the playpen, now 6m tall and still painted with kindergarten fingers, held the voices of other prisoners.
There in the distance.. A voice. A voice he recongnized. Clarissa. Clarissa had found him. Oh oh no. It wasn’t the fact his girlfriend was getting a piggyback ride form Greg. Greg might be a bit odd, but his longtime neighbor & friend now had superspeed to match his rather heafty paunch. Good move greg. Besides, Greg had a steady partner, and wasn’t one to cheat. But they were heading this way across the ..oh no. The tarmarc.
While the dodecagram was painted surrounding the spider web – gym thing, the tarmac had somehow turned into a quick-drying/loosening tar pit. And his friend and girlfriend were headed right for it. A shuffle that had scott somehow turning in place allowed his head to spot them from the corner of his eye. Turn Back he tried to shout, only for his mouth to fail him. An he had to wince as those he cared about anded face first into the goup. Kindergartner blowguns pepperd the older ‘kids’ with tranquilizer suction cups as they proceded to bind the newcommers and place them on either side. Maybe when Clarissa woke she could banish or reverse-summon objects like he’d thought he’d seen her do as he’d been captured? Or maybe she could just pull them towards her? Hopefully she woke up.
Clarissa and Greg stirred about an hour later. Unfortunately, it seemed that noone had much time. The kidnergartners had rounded everyone they needed to fill all the corners, and were now chanting in a surpisingly organized circle. One within the dodecagram, and the other along the outside ring. Meagan had actually been shifted to a pole in the center, and the middle school division’s VP Samantha had taken her prior position.
‘Oh God,’ thought Scott. ‘Please, whatever they do or summon, keep it within the playgrund! I don’t want whatever this is spreading to town!’
The chanting grew loutder and louder. And the dodecagram began to glow a subtle green color like...slime?
The kindergartner’s chalk had begun to expand and glow and … pulse like the beating of some ginat heart! The glow was more pronouced near teh center of the dodecagram and … Meagan was glowing! The chanting was deafening now. Scott could see Clarissa and Greg at the extremes of his vision. Their eyes were wide with fear. Greg no longer moved with the jerkiness tht was a result of this super sepeed power of his.
Something was tugging on Scotss eyes. He was drawn to loook at Meagan. He tried to fight it but that would be like fighting breathing, he could only hold his breath for so long. As his head slowly turned he saw the others tied up were being forced to look as well. Teh strange beating and glowing grew with each pulse, asn with each pulse Meagan seemed to glow ever brighter. Her sikin was bulging along her arms neck and stomach. The little tribe of kindergartners was shrieking now! And Meagan seemed to be silently screaming herself.
Then all of a sudden, there was nothing. The eery green glow, the shriek-chanting, the pulsing- it was all gone. “No!!!!!” Scott could suddenly move his head again. Where had that voice come from? It was gfeminine. “Noooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!” It was moving across the gym toward Meagan. She...it… sounded like a person tortured to the brink of madness. And then Scott saw it. A girl, maybe 15, was being dragged through the air toward Meangan. If she had’nt been so close to Scott’s face he would have sworn shwe was invisible. Whe couldn’t have been more than 7 inches tall, with wings like a fairy beating furiously in the opposite direcction. Little green chains were wrapped about her ankles and were pulling her trhrough the air in a line toward Meangans throat. “Hey, I know her…” Scott thought. “That’s Triche”. He remembered how she had makde such a big edeal aobut how to spell it like that, but pronounce it like “Trish”. So stupid. “Triche!” Scott tried to yell but it acame out as more of a cough.
Triche was sobbing now. “Nononononono”, she was getting more and more quiet the closer she got to Meagan. Then she was gone. Absorbed right into Meagan’s throat. And now Meagain was pulsing a pink light from all over. And the kindergartners swere swarming toward her with ice cream scoops! “What are they doing!” - that was Clarissa. The little monsters were scooping...Meagan! Her skin was like clay, or her whole body was now. Still glowing that freaking pink glow! Skin, muscle, fat, bone, blood. All o f it had been transformed into this glowing putty. And as the last kindergartner ran away with the last scroop of the Meagan putty, Scott knew that his troubles up til now were only the ti p of the iceberg.
The robpes tieing Svcott to the floor vanish. “Hey, so we’re here to rescue you…” Clarizsa said. “But it looks like we just helped start the end of the world instead.”
“We need to get all of that Meagan Ice Cream,” Scott yelped. “I don’t wkno what it does but I don’t lik e it. “ Clarrissa and Greg could only nod in agreement, and turned to run into the school halway. Upon entering the hallway they found pure meagan based pandemonium as they saw the kindergarteners weilding their magic ping glowering ice cream scoops as piant brushes as deftly as possible to swipe and drag them agross averyone that they ran across. Anyone that had been touched by the scoops started to transfrom into an army of kindergartener Meagans. The flashy cheerleader from the 16th side dimension was the first to completely change, and she starteed to chant ominously in a language that spoke to the tiniest corners of the soul. It promised kitties, death kitties everywhere.
“Why did apakalypse be so weird?” Greg muttered.
“If it’s gotta be ice cream, than we need to ight the ice cream with mwore ice cream,” Clarrisa yelled over teh ominous changting. Scott looked around despereately for anything that could be used, and spotted a tub of fresh made pumpkin banana supreme sitting half melted where the VP had left it before. He quickley dashed around the gathered mini meagans and reached for the tub, but tripped, knocking the ice cream tub into the office portable incerator.
“Now what do ewe do?” Greg asked. “Clarissa, always teh smartiest girl in the group, what do we do?”
“We’re going to have to get ice cream the hard way,” She yelled. Running back into the gym, with a bewildered par of boys. She grabbed some of the leftover chalk, and started drawing not a dedocagram, but venturatopolotrigram, with symbols that anywot would know as ice cream. “Join me.”
Scott and Greg joined her at the cirlce, and undbidden in their minds the words of magic came and they shouted out the age old phrase “I Scream, You Scream, we all Scream for Ice Cream,” a total of 13 times. The gym turned cold, tree shattering cold instantly as dry ice smoke bubbled up out of the venturatopolotrigram and a clown head arose into the sky. It was just a clown head, along with the ever known ice cream truck song playing out of it’s open maw.
“The summouing costs a lot,” Clarrissa mounred. “For the three of us, will never be able to eat ice cream ever again.”
“Screw Ice Cream, I eat Popsicles,” Scott yelled. “Great Ice Cream Devil, free of us of the Meagan Ice Cream curse.”
“I like the Meagan Ice Cream Curse, I will not free you of it,” It intoned. “But I will do something else,”