Tentacle University 2: The Sorority pt. 12

Rachel couldn’t believe how quick the attack happened.

The three men rushed the room, weapons swinging. She tried to grab Alice, to head towards the back office, but those bastards were quicker. The one with hockey stick caught her across the side of the head, sending her sprawling onto the hard word floor. Rachel could feel the hot splash of blood hit her face.

Then he was coming at her, pipe raised.

There was a loud yell, and one of the chairs collided with the masked man’s back. He stumbled, landed on his knees.

“Run!” It was Stephen. He was holding the shattered remains of the wooden chair in his hands. “Get to the office and call the cops.”

Rachel took off, trying not to let the sound of the continuing fight stop her. She did glance, out of the corner of her eye, towards Alice.

She was lying there, completely still. A small pool of blood was growing around her head.

Was she breathing? Rachel couldn’t tell. She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t…

“What the fuck?” One of the masked guys was screaming.

Rachel froze, turned. He was looking down at her bag. It was… it was glowing. A bright blue light leaked out of the flap, and the bag was starting to shake in place.

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Chad did his best to shield Lance from the guys coming at them, but he was starting to feel weak. These guys weren’t just trying to rough them up. One look at Alice could tell anyone that. She looked bad, real bad, and he wasn’t far off from joining her.

He felt his rib crack as the baseball bat slammed into his side.

“Follow Rachel.” He could barely speak.

Lance just nodded, but he didn’t move.

“Go!” Chad yelled as loud as he could, and Lance finally took off.

The next thing he felt was the feeling of the heavy wooden bat colliding with his head. Then he was on the floor, his vision going hazy. There was something, though. There was something that he could see in the blurry room. It was a bright, blue light, and it felt good to look at it.

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Rachel took a step back as her bag started shaking harder.

“What the fuck is this shit?” The guy with the hockey stick raised his weapon over his head, and slammed it down against her bag.

Bad idea, she thought to herself.

The bag, the light, the whole room, seemed to explode around them. Rachel felt herself lifted off her feet, and slammed hard into the far wall of the room.

The hit knocked her out.