(Long) Author's Notes:
Well this took even longer than chapter five. Goddamnit.
This chapter (along with chapter seven) have to set the record the most rewrites I've ever done on a work. I literally have dozens of pages that ended up on the cutting room floor, so to speak.
Chapters six and seven are a pair and essentially cover the same span of time. Chapter seven was originally going to be chapter six, but I realized I needed to show more of the story.
Chapter six will not resolve the cliffhanger from chapter five. I'll answer that right now. However, fear not, because most of chapter seven is written and will be out next week.
I'm working on a blog or something, but for now, that'll have to do.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!
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1.
Evan Sherman whistled Yankee Doodle as he entered the hallway, trying his hardest to not go insane.
It was his fifth week as an RA and he already had a body count. He walked by Brad and Arthur's room and felt a shiver run down his spine.
Evan stopped and stared at the door, whistling louder than before. The words cascaded through his head like rushing water.
Yankee Doodle came to town, riding on a pony, he stuck a needle in these kids and turned them to baloney.
He turned away from the door, away from the death and gloom, and that's when he noticed the open doors.
There were five doors open in his hallway. Most were opened about a foot, but one was wide open. This alone wasn't strange. College kids do as college kids do, but what made it weird was that not a single one of these rooms with open doors had the lights on.
Evan stepped over to the closest room and pushed the door open. In each bed was a lump nestled under the covers.
Stepping closer, he saw that neither lump was moving. No ride and fall of breath, no fidgeting. Evan's blood turned to ice water.
He stepped over to the bed on his right and pulled the covers down, revealing a pale, lifeless face that looked more like Halloween mummy prop than a human being.
Looking over to the other bed, Evan saw the mummy's twin. He touched the forehead. It sure felt real.
Evan stepped out into the hall and began to whistle Yankee Doodle again. Reaching for his phone, he dialed 911. It took two tries his fingers were shaking so badly.
2.
"You're choking me," Hades said.
His belt was looped around his neck and tied to the bed frame. Duct tape bound his hands and feet.
"If I was choking you," you wouldn't be able to say that," Lindsay said.
She was admiring the top drawer of the boy's dresser, running her fingers along the bottles of pills and liquids. Then she picked up the handcuffs.
"Now why didn't you tell me you had handcuffs? It would have made things so much easier, Hades baby!"
"Fuck you," Hades said.
Lindsay ignored him. She walked over to his desk and pulled out his wallet. Opening it, she slipped out his student ID. She began to laugh like a hyena.
"Your real name is Merryweather! That's so fucking fitting," she said.
Hades began to struggle against his bonds. From the looks of it, the tape would not last.
"Calm yourself," she said, placing her open palm on the college boy's exposed chest.
A soft green light emanated from her hand and suffused into the boy's chest. All of a sudden, he began to breathe heavily and his eyes rolled back into his skull. A massive bulge appeared in his underwear.
Lindsay reached down and began to squeeze Hades's cock, causing him to buck and scream. Suddenly, Lindsay felt warmth and wetness in her fingers.
"And that's how you do it," She said as she secured the handcuffs on Hades's wrists.
"Fuck," the boy yelped.
Lindsay added another layer of tape to his ankles, tightened the belt, and then gagged Hades.
"Now, let's see what we have in your chest of wonders, shall we?"
Lindsay pulled out several feet of rope, a large bottle of chloroform, a bottle of what were most likely roofies, and an ornate switchblade.
"God," Lindsay said. "You really are a creep. You're lucky, you know that? I could probably kill you, but I'm supposed to be careful."
She blew a raspberry and thumbed the button on the switchblade before mounting Hades.
Under her, the boy squirmed. He was skinny as a twig, but had enough wiry strength to easily overpower Lindsay if not for the restraints.
Carefully, Lindsay ran the tip of the blade down Hades exposed chest, pressing just hard enough to leave an angry red line on his pale skin.
"Keep struggling and I might actually stab you," Lindsay giggled.
"Don't worry Hades, baby. Or should I call you Merryweather? I'm going to call you Merryweather. I think we're past a causal relationship."
Hades tried to scream, but the tape turned it into a pathetic, muted groan.
"Hmm, maybe I'll fuck you later. Seems like a waste to drain you right now. You haven't even explained your toys to me yet."
Lindsay hopped off Hades and paced around the room, inspecting every little crevice. Under the bed, she found a cheaply made katana - probably from a carnival stand or something equally skeevy, she figured. Still, it was sharp enough.
I'm Hades desk drawers, she found stacks of condoms, another pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of viagra, which made me Lindsay nearly tumble over in peels of laughter.
He's got an entire rapist starter kit in his dorm and he can't even get it up, she thought. How pathetic.
"This is too funny, Merryweather. I think I need to bring a friend."
Lindsay pulled out her phone and texted Emily, feeling a tingle run through her at just the thought of being reunited with the stunning redhead.
Hades began to struggle against his bonds once more, but the handcuffs were too much for him.
"Just you wait till you see my friend, Merry. You might not struggle as much."
3.
Across campus, Emily Bloom's phone chimed from across the room.
"Who is it?" Megan asked.
Emily checked.
"Lindsay. Oh holy shit," she said.
"What?"
"You know Hades? That creepy dude with the skull earrings and shit?"
"Yeah, he drugged Ashley Miller last year, fuck him. Why?"
"Lindsay's got him, she wants me to come over."
On Megan's bed, the girl moaned softly opened and her eyes slightly. She had been in and out of consciousness.
"Hi sleeping beauty," Megan said, caressing the girl's naked chest.
Already, the girl's small breasts were starting to expand. They felt fuller than the last time Megan had touched them.
The girl turned away, blushing bright red.
"It hurts," she said softly. "Help."
"No can do," Megan answered. "It's a little late for you."
Megan looked at the girl's belly and saw a slight form bulging under the skin. Scanning down further, she watched as green slime trickled from the girl's swollen pussy.
