It didn’t take long for Mickey to jump him when he walked
onto the stage. Peter had been ready for
her, his hands grabbing her round ass as she wrapped her legs around his
waist.
“Sorry that took so long.” His voice was breathy, broken up
by Mickey kissing him.
She was voracious, her hands clawing at his clothes, her
mouth moving from his lips to his neck.
She nibbled at his earlobe, and he felt a shudder move through his
body. She ground his hips into him.
He lowered her down onto the stage, his lips matching her
motion. She looked up at him,
smiling.
“Cherry doesn’t know, right?” She ran her finger along his
lips.
“Not a clue.” His hand gave her breast a squeeze.
With that formality out of the way they continued pawing at
each other. She pulled his pants down,
the skin on his bare ass feeling the cool prickle of the air conditioning in
the auditorium.
He was so focused on Mickey that he never noticed the slim,
slick object slithering across the stage towards them. He didn’t see it until it was already wrapped
around Mickey’s neck. He didn’t even
have time to scream when the tentacle suddenly wrapped tight around her neck, and
she was yanked violently from under him.
She went flying across the stage, her arms and legs flailing
frantically, and then she was gone, lost to the shadows of the right wing of
the stage.
He yelled, “Mickey!”
She let out one, blood curdling scream.
-*-
Devon and Marco were climbing the stairs to the dance
building when they heard the scream. It
was short, but ear splitting.
“Oh God,” Devon said, “not again.”
Marco didn’t even speak.
He just took off into the building, pulling his gun as he did so.
Devon was running behind him, trying to keep up, but Marco
was in much better shape than he was, and obviously had years of experience
with dealing with this stuff.
They heard another scream, this time the voice was
male.
Peter!
Devon pushed harder, running faster. He was right behind Marco now.
“It came from the auditorium!” Devon’s voice was raspy and
shallow. He couldn’t catch his
breath.
They reached the auditorium seconds later, pushing through
the large, swinging double doors. The
stage lights were one, and there was
Peter, suspended above the stage, weird snake like creatures pulsing over his
skin. He was naked, his body twisting
and turning as the things probed him, explored his body.
Standing center stage was a young man, someone Devon had
seen before, but couldn’t place. His
shirt was off, revealing a scrawny, pale chest.
The skin on his shoulders was rippling, the snake like creatures
slithering out from him.
The young man looked at Devon and Marco. He was smiling.
“Just a little bit.
Enough to keep him compliant.” He
took a step forward. “You’ll understand
soon enough.”
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