Eddie slammed into the room, startling the principal, who looked up from her bloody handiwork.
Principal Thrope scowled, “Dee! Take care of the kid. I think we’re about to finally have a breakthrough here.”
MissDemeanor nodded, and donned a mask.
“Unless you start seeing things my way, it’s detention for you.” She snapped her fingers at Eddie, sending a series of waves of light at him.
Eddie blinked. Yeah. She was right. His parents would be furious if he got detention. Better to just obey authority, that was safe.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, listing somewhat.
“Good. Now sit down, and be silent. This is a grown-up conversation we’re having here.” She pointed to a chair against the wall.
That sounded like a great idea. He sat down and stared vacantly ahead, oblivious to his surroundings.
The tiniest of niggles wiggled in the back of Eddie’s brain. This wiggling became more insistent when the wall crashed in revealing a muscular man in a flashy costume.
No. Best to not pay it any mind. I might get in trouble.
But the man seemed awfully familiar though.
Ah. I see. He’s pretty angry. But the Principal is shouting something at him. Must not be very important, though, because he couldn’t seem to quite make it out. He’s just thrown a filing cabinet at her.
That niggle is back. This time, it’s back with a vengeance.
The big guy is shouting at me for some reason, but I’d be better off just ignoring him.
Maddie is thrown into the room, and slides to a stop beside Eddie, who looks down at his fallen friend. A brief ripple of emotion crosses his face, then he returns to looking into the mid-distance.
Miss Meanor points at the large man and shouts something very angry and very specific. He seems to have taken it seriously, and staggers a bit. As he did so, the principal leaped on his back, and revealed a mouth full of large –and lengthening– fangs, before burying them in his shoulder, he screamed out in pain, and that brought that persistent niggle to the very front of his mind.
Eddie leaped out of the chair in horror as his father fell under the weight of the principal.
MissDemeanor gestured at him with both hands this time, but the waves of light crashed against him without effect.
Suddenly, everything came into focus. It was as if his entire life had been lived in a haze. He could see everything in the room in such detail, that it almost made him dizzy. He stared at MissDemeanor and could see into her. He knew what to do.
Reaching out with his mind, he touched her head.
MissDemeanor’s eyes narrowed and began shaking wildly before falling to the floor, trailing a plume of vomit as she went.
He turned to Principal Thrope, who had just realized what happened. She stopped worrying his father with her bite, and growled at him, her features becoming bestial.
“Down! Bad doggie!” Eddie shouted.
As he reached out for her head, he saw Helga enter the room, behind him. Raising her hockey stick in the air to fell him, he raised both hands to the air, feeling everyone’s position out.
Like a sack of grumpy potatoes, Helga fell without resistance, but her mother continued to approach, unfazed by the vertigo he had inflicted on the others.
“Get back!” He shouted, and the principal was flung against the far wall.
With a yelp, the principal bounced with a meaty thud, but recovered herself easily and leaped at him, fangs bared.
Reaching out again, he caught her midair and found her jugular, pumping wildly with rage. He squeezed with his mind, blocking the blood flow until she passed out. Releasing her, she fell to the floor, looking more-or-less normal once more, albeit covered in his father’s blood.
Eddie fell to his knees, as a sudden wave of exhaustion swept over him.