The Sickness

[Aryn Vernier]

The past few weeks had been rough. For whatever reason, there had been the growing desire to simply attack people and rip them apart. For the most part, Aryn had ignored it, deciding that it was her feral side being bitchy. However, as time progressed, the desire got worse, no matter how many deer she killed, it didn't go away.

(Can you feel that?)
(Oh shit)
Ooh ah ah ah ah!
Ooh ah ah ah ah!
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing ... in me
(Will you give in to me?)

For this reason, she had been lurking in the woods more and more, staying away from the students until she could figure out what was going on. Perhaps she was simply feeling territorial with the other feral lurking around, after all, raptors were highly, highly territorial creatures. Still, she couldn't help but feel there was something wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it though. Today, she was lurking in the woods, after a deer. Up ahead was movement, it seemed the deer had stopped.

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no, There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon ... in me

Quickly, she attacked, pouncing onto its back. This one seemed unusually fragile, the spine snapped too easily. A second deer tried to attack, she spun around, pounced onto that one, and quickly disemboweled it. Throwing her head back, she snarled, proclaiming her victory before ripping the two animals to shreds and then darting deeper into the forest.

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

After a bit, she stopped and started prowling around, looking for any invaders in her territory. A nasty growl as she bobbed her head. This was her territory. No others would be tolerated. Sniffing around, she soon found a place under a grove of ever greens. The nest. A spot was quickly dug out, the area around it marked.

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?)

Pleased, she darted through the woods, intent on patrolling the territory for any other trespassers. Since the forest was large, it would take her time to completely patrol it, but that was fine, the day was still young, and she had plenty of time.

It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
Oh no, the world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon ... in me

Back towards forest near the mansion, two students laid on the ground, one disemboweled and viciously ripped apart. The second, had a broken back, but was less damaged, but still critical. The second student managed to send out a telepathic plea for help before passing out from blood loss. He would be dead by the time help arrived.

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

The idlytic days of the mansion was over, there was a new danger lurking in the woods, one that wouldn't hesitate to attack and kill. An ancient predator...

The raptor had gone feral.

[tarot]

The weather had been absolutely gorgeous. It was about 65 degrees outside. The birds were singing. The flowers were blooming. Tarot decided to take a nature walk through the woods. Walking through the lush foliage, Marie-Ange felt at ease. Lately, she had been in a good mood. The grounds seemed so peaceful.

Suddenly, she heard a voice in her head. Please ... help me. I'm dying, it said. As she walked, she noticed a red liquid seeping on the ground. Alarmed, she followed it and found two bodies. One was barely recognizable. The other was covered in blood but still alive.

"Oh my God!" she cried.

[Aryn Vernier]

The cry would attract the attention of the predator. With a low hiss, she watched the intruder stand over the bodies of the fallen. Clearly, the warning had not been enough. With a snarl, she sudden charged out of the brush to attack the new comer. There was no planning to the attack, it was reckless.

[tarot]

Turning around, Tarot saw a vicious raptor coming out of the bushes. With some quick thinking, she pulled out her tarot deck and summoned the Death card. A grinning skeleton on a horse appeared carrying a shining sword. He approached the raptor and swung at it.

Meanwhile, Tarot got out her cellphone and called 911. "Hello? I'm standing by one dead body and another boy who I think is dying. And I being attacked by a raptor."

"Did you say you're being attacked by a raptor?" asked the operator.

"Yeah, I said raptor," replied Tarot. She heard a click. "Hello? Hello? Hello?"

[Aryn Vernier]

More intruders! She ducked the sword and pounced towards the horse's side, claws intend on ripping it open. While in mid pounce, she let out a blood chilling shriek. The pack would be pleased with her when they found her.

[tarot]

The claws shredded through the horse's ribs. Blood spurted everywhere. Tarot was coated in the liquid. She screamed in horror and began to cry. She had never been in a fight before, especially not with a raptor. She had never seen so much carnage.

Mustering up her courage, she summoned the Devil card. The demonic creature appeared and threw fireballs at Aryn.

[Aryn Vernier]

The scent of blood only furthered the insane frenzy. Roaring, she charged forward, ignoring the fireballs, one grazed her shoulder, burning her slightly, but one more, she attacked the manifestation of the card.

[tarot]

This was the opportunity that Death was looking for. While Aryn attacked the Devil, Death swooped in from behind and attempted to stab her in the back.

"Bloody dinosaurs!" he cried.

[Aryn Vernier]

At this point, she decided that she was out numbered. Snarling, she spun around and darted off. They'd be sorry when the pack arrived..Oh yes. Then the blood bath would begin.