But finally I managed to write a bit. I'm not so happy with my muse lately, but after writing this chapter again and again ... and again ... I hope, this is it. Tell me what you think, if you want ;)
Title: Wild & Untamed (44/?)
Fandom: Casey / Zeke
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
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This story is written for romeny
Please make sure that you've read part 43 before reading this one!
Before you read this part - please notice the following: this is just fan-fiction. It's based on "The Faculty", but it's not really movie conform. I'm naughty enough to make necessary changings in the storyline ;)
Only slowly the voice of the reporter reached his ears again.
"Behind me you can see a photo of Casey Connor, the boy who has saved the world from an alien invasion, if we want to believe his schoolmates and teachers. Obviously Casey was the only one who could escape the alien.
Stokely Mitchell explained to us that he somehow was able to find the alien queen and to defeat her. All her scions which had taken possession from the people in Herrington High died with her, but their hosts could survive undamaged.
Nobody knows exactly what has happened to Casey. According to the police report he was found under the bleachers of Herrington High after the incident, unconscious and covered in an unknown slimy mass. But he himself apparently can't remember anything about this afternoon."
Zeke closed his eyes and groaned. Casey! Never before in his life he had felt so helpless and confused. He didn't want to believe in Aliens who came down on earth to suck out life of the people. This was the stuff bad movies were made of. But what he had heard during the last hour ... something had happened in Herrington High, something horrible. And Casey was involved in it. The others called him a hero, but no one seemed to be able to tell what exactly he had done.
Zeke cringed inwardly. He didn't want to picture it. It drove him crazy. Casey, alone as usual. Fighting desperately against ... whom? Against ... what? Actually it didn't matter at all.
Casey, always thinking about the others first, not about himself. Because, whatever he had done, the others were here. Still alive, talking stupid shit, but at least physically almost unharmed. And Casey? Where was he? What had happened to him?
He felt Debbee's hand on his arm, squeezing hard, when the reporter on the screen continued.
"Actually we also have had arranged an interview with Casey Connor. Unfortunately he didn't show up yet and our airtime is nearly over. But we will try to find out more and hope to inform you about it later this afternoon.
This was John Meyers for ABC News. Have a nice day!"
Zeke swallowed, when the pictures of Herrington High were replaced by the cartoons, which were usually shown on saturday mornings. Normal life was going on. Not for him!
"Fuck," he murmured.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He was not able to think clearly. Only one thing was struck in his mind: he needed to go to Herrington. He needed to see him. To talk to him. To find out that he was alright and that all this had been just a stupid nightmare ...
Zeke cursed slightly and tried to regain control over the GTO.
"Please, Zeke, calm down a bit," Debbee had warned him, when he rushed out to the car, looking tense and nervous.
"I guess you will need a clear head!"
The streets were smooth as glass and he knew, she was right. He should be more concentrated. Though she actually hadn't talked about road conditions. No one knew what would await him in Herrington. But he couldn't care less. He just needed to see Casey. And if anything had happened to him, if someone had hurt him, he would not rest until he had found the person who was responsible for it. He had looked the other way all too long. Too often he had left him alone. But this time it would be different. If Casey needed him, he would be there. Hopefully it wasn't too late already ... too late ... too late. He took a deep breath and sped up again.
His first place to go was Herrington High. Maybe Casey had shown up there for his interview in the meantime. But when the GTO turned into the parking lot the sight in front of him made him speechless. Herrington High had turned into a madhouse.
"Holy shit," he murmured.
Half of the population of Herrington seemed to mill around. All of them wrapped up warm against the cold outside, thermos flasks in their hands. Laughing, talking, smoking. Everyone seemed to wait for something to happen. A lot of production trucks of different radio and TV stations. Reporters with microphones and cameras. Police officers, observing the whole scenario with wary eyes.
Zeke finally managed to find a free spot for his GTO. He had just left the car when he noticed her, in a group with a few other students, a bit apart from the crowd.
She looked up and hesitated for a moment. But finally she came closer.
"Hey, Zeke! What are you doing here?"
"Do you know where ..."
"Try it over there," Stokely interrupted him.
"For sure he is hanging around somewhere with his new buddies!"
Zeke blinked confused.
"His ... what?"
"Since he has left the hospital, he plays chummy with some of the reporters. Tells them stupid stuff that it actually was him who has saved the world. Because it was his Scat that killed Marybeth. Pfft. He was always a prick!"
Zeke kept quiet for a moment. He tried to make sense of it, but everything inside his brain was a big chaos. Aliens. Heroes. Casey! Scat. Reporters. Fighting. Casey! Killing. Finally he gave up.
"Stokes, wait a moment, okay. Just a sec. I haven't slept much tonight. I've listened to a lot of shit about aliens, who wanted to take over the world, for hours. It's freezing cold outside here. I'm tired. And I'm definitely not in the mood for even more shit!
All I want is to see him. Do you know where Casey is?"
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