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The Pit

Jessica was not happy about coming back to this place. All summer she had avoided it. Taken flights to visit relatives. Made excuses about the location to her parents. "The tiles were made of asbestos!" she'd claim. Or, "The locker room has holes in the wall!" Nothing really phased her parents.

"If they did the town would tell us." They would tell her, and forget the conversation the next minute. Her father was a paper pushing cog in the bureaucratic machine. Working for the city as a public defender. Her mom was a teacher at the school. Both had normal middle class upbringings and neither saw anything for what it was.

Jessica however knew there was something horrible beneath the surface. Her first year she just had a bad feeling that there was something wrong. A few time she talked about it the kids around her instantly called her the "psycho". The conspiracy nut, She would try to ask questions to people who worked at the school and get the usual eye roll or a laugh. She drifted out of the social spot light and into obscurity. She went to the internet. There was just a news article of the town remodeling a warehouse building that ran by the rail road. There was a second article on the opening ceremony for the new high school. Then she hit a dead end.

Her grades were good. The solid "B" made her parents happy. Her Christmas break was full of family. She left the house a few times saying she would, "Stay at a friends house". Using her dads key and a taxi ride to his office she started searching the town halls records for anything. On her third visit she was almost caught by a guard.

Jessica changed her routine and kept looking. After the second Thursday she found it. Well hidden in the archives, a few clippings. The article mentions a mental hospital that mysteriously shut down after a fever killed 37 patients. Then later a hospital located in the same area. It was closed due to "Funding". She had a trail.

Moving from the town archives to the library and internet Jessica used the old names of the building and found even more information. The more she read the deeper a pit grew inside her. Even though the mental hospital was shut down, the total number of deaths was one hundred fifty two. The hospital director was killed trying to escape capture. The Hospital in name only was actually a world war one Hospice. Over a hundred died with in those walls. The blue prints showed the cells under the structure to hold violent asylum inmates was converted into a makeshift morgue to hold the bodies until they could be sent to their final resting place. Although in a blueprint she found a location for a incinerator. Which lead her to a newspaper article. The News paper said the hospital facing multiple lawsuits filed for bankruptcy and shut its doors. The property returned to the city and the town later bought it to "renovate" the existing structure!

"Shit.."

The Pit

She stopped breathing as he entered the room. Trying hard to suppress everything she had under gone. Everything she had become. There in all his subterfuge was the man for her. She tried to slow her heart as she spoke. "Mr. Attwood. Glad you could join us." She turned her back to begin the presentation. As her lips moved and she used the laser pointer on each slide her mind melted away. Like the person he made her become deep inside fell at his feet. Was he watching? Would he notice?

How long it had been since her training? Was it only a month? Was it the whole summer break? Her body didn't care anymore. She was a puppet, his puppet. The strings over her will stronger then the chains of the pit. Here she wore flats. Here she wore clothes. It was becoming hard to breathe. Stopping her presentation for questions she turned to face the staff. Never looking up while he was siting there.

"Very good, Ms. Walker." He stood at the end of the table. Her heart felt like it would burst. "Now I would like us all to remember that we are professionals. Everyday as we shape the minds of the next generation of world leaders. We are to leave this world better then it was when we got it. Have an productive school year!"

As he walked out they gave a brief applause. She could breathe again. Her heart slowed its sprint pace and eased into a gallop. Her eyes darted from left to right. No one noticed. The few eyes on her weren't anywhere near her face. As they stood and filed out of the conference room she stood there. Her hands on her hips. The bell for first period rang through the halls as she made it to the door and turned the lock.

The Pit

Vice principal Ms Walker Age: 42

PITT

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"If you love something set it free. If it doesn't come back, then it wasn't meant to be." Trying to hold on to something usually doesn't work. All love has to be equal give or holding on just prolongs the inevitable split. If they cant get along then separate the times your with them. See one and mute the other during that time. Then vice versa. Maybe distance is what they need from each other and spending time with you solo for a while. This is just a suggestion. I don't really know 98% of what is going on in your life, or the whole situation. So take this with as little or as munch seriousness as you please.

Forever

VI moved through the door The dark wasn't too munch of an issue. She could see more then anything in here could so she still had the advantage. She moved down the hall, through a second open door and found herself in a subway junction. After the invention of hover vehicles no one used these tunnels and were abandoned for years. The track, mostly covered in dirt and rust. across was a set of stairs leading to the surface. A sound made her put a bend in her knees to lower her body weight. Her hands came up in a defensive posture. Down the tunnel to her left was the sound of foot steps. A light showed on the corner wall where the tunnel took a turn. She ran to the tunnel wall and gathered some trash around her for cover.

The light grew brighter until they emerged from the opening and stood there inspecting the area. Their were four of them and a little girl. All of them covered in dirt and rags. The girl was maybe seven cycles old. The two men and a woman were with the child. Assessing target VI had worked out the probability of success to be high. They had only pipes for weapons. The hunger grew. She felt her leg muscle tense. She only sprung to her feet when her whole body froze. She stood there exposed and still.

The men turned and shouted at her. The woman with the torch hissed. The child pulled a knife. The men rushed at her climbing onto the platform. Raising their pipes to crush her skull. Still shouting at VI in roars and grunts. Their smell was strong of rotting flesh and rotting clothes. They were cannibals. The smaller of the two was younger and had some burn scars on his arms and the left side of his face. He held a pipe with a sledge hammer head welded onto the end.

VI side stepped the first swing, while also closing the distance his back was exposed but she needed them alive. Using a ridge hand she struck his throat and with the palm of her other hand to burst his ear drum. The stunned person forced the other guy to pause, it was his mistake to make. VI took the time to swing the first stunned guy by his arm head first into the wall.

The second cannibal held a pipe about four feet long with a sharp end covered in blood. He was older and had some radiation sickness that made his hair grow in patches. He was taller but very fat. He screamed and started a lunging strike. VI grabbed the end but couldn't hold it. The tip was still coated in slick blood. The guy made another low jab trying to get her in the gut. Then sung the tip upward to her face.

VI dodged it and raised his threat rating. She triggered her adrenaline and took a step toward him following it up with a hard side kick to his knee. The fat man cried out in pain as the joint gave a sick wet crunch sound. She wasted not time. As the guy fell to the floor she leaped onto his back and sunk her fangs into his spine. The taste of his dirt covered, sweat coated skin in her mouth made her stomach wretch. Still her tank was refilling. Her eyes turned to the other one still knocked out against the wall. There was a small patch of blood where his face hit the tile. VI hoped he was salvageable. SHIT!

The other two. Her eyes turned to see the torch burning on the ground and the woman and child were gone. The fat guy was now dry forcing VI to rise and leap onto the second. He wasn't any better smelling. She leaned him forward and bit into his spine. She could feel her levels rising. The sensor only made it to half a tank until the second guy was also out of fluid. She needed more. Rising to her feet she jumped off the platform and walked to the torch. The foot prints lead into the right side of the tunnel. Again something made her stop for a moment. Froze her legs in place. It puzzled her. She want damaged and yet she hesitated.

VI moved down the tunnel. Tracking the two as they moved. She moved faster as the fluid moved through her body. She needed more. Then she heard the breathing. Pressing herself against the tunnel wall she moved closer to the sound there was light shining from under a door where the sound was coming from. The foot prints showed them hopping up onto the ledge. They were here. She was ready. She opened the door and stood there staring at them.

The older woman was covered in blood slumped against the wall of the narrow hall way. Her stomach was covered in blood and her neck had a knife in it. The child was covered in blood and chewing on the woman's forearm. The older woman wasn't dead yet. She was bleeding to death and probably grateful to be unconscious at the moment. The little girl looked up with a mouth full of flesh. She continued to chew as she stared at VI. A torch burned behind them.

VI said nothing. She took a few steps toward them and closed the door behind her.Herr eyes kept a watch on the girl as she knelt down beside the woman. Her hands rose up, one to remove the knife with a slick squishing sound as the metal left the skin. The second to move the head forward as she bit into the spine. The girl heard the soft slurping sound as VI sucked her victim to death. The girl took another bite. She watched VI and chewed another piece off her victim.

Vi looked at the girl for a second. Then with the speed of a viper, VI grabbed the kid by the hair and pushed her face into the older woman's lap. The girl didn't scream or resist. She was silent as VI fed off her spine. VI fed until she heard the breathing coming from her victim stop. VI's tank was now at three quarters mark. Tanaka screamed inside her head.