She walked steadily, her black heels clacked the tarred ground with every rushing steps. The sky grew darker as every second flew by whilst the moon slowly revealed itself with its tiny glimmering counterparts appearing in their number. ‘Dealing with High school students is not an easy job!’ She tells herself everyday.
Her phone buzzed in her purse as she approached her parked car. With an angry grunt, she searched her purse for it. If it was another angry obnoxious parent, she wasn't in the mood to get yelled at because of his or her kid.
The anger subsided a bit realizing the annoying caller was her husband.
"Hey Sweetie!" She answered whilst trying to balance her phone between her ear and shoulder.
"Honey, are you on your way home?" He asked as sounds of screaming kids could be heard from the background.
"Yeah I am, what happened?" She asked. Finally unlocking the car, swiftly she got in whilst slamming the door. Her purse was placed on the passenger seat as the ignition was turned on.
It roared quietly, finally awoken from its long slumber.
"Don't be mad!" he said, in a calm soothing voice.
She groaned, whenever those words were heard she gets enraged.
"I tried making dinner but um. . ." He paused for a minute, thinking of a better way to ease in the news" . . . it might have burned in the process ".
"Daddy! Is it Mommy on the phone?" A tiny voice yelled from behind him.
"Yes sweetie, she is on her way home!" He said, speaking in a voice worse than a screaming child.
"Mommy! Come home quickly! Daddy destroyed the kitchen!" It yelled again.
Giggles left her lips, hearing its voice "don't worry baby! Mommy is coming!".
"Okay, Alan that's enough, go play with your sisters" He stated, sending him off.
"So, you want me to buy dinner from MacDonald's?" She asked after awkward minutes of silence.
"Yes, please!" He replied, slowly.
"Okay, I will!"
"Love you!".
"I Love you too!" She replied, ending the call.
She stepped on the accelerator and drove off from the parking lot.
* * * * *
"Your order is ready ma'am!" The guy behind the counter said, wearing a MacDonald shirt and a red cap with the logo inscribed on it.
"Thanks!" she took the paper bag from the counter whilst handing the bill "keep the change!".
He smiled, "Have a wonderful night!" He replied.
She walked out the door heading back to her car. A man in a black jacket abruptly walked before her. His presence was startling, he wore a black cap_his facial features not visible to her.
"Excuse me Sir, you are in my way" she stated in an irritated tone. He said nothing, not heeding to her words.
Not in the mood for an argument, she turned to her right but. . .there stood another creep in a black jacket, blocking her path.
She groaned. 'What is going on here?' She thought.
"Fine! I will walk to my car through the back!" She said, the tone in her voice was an annoying one.
She turned around but before the next step could be taken, the third creep stood behind her.
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"What the hell is going on here!" She yelled, being annoyingly surrounded.
In a swift motion, the first guy pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket and placed it on her face, holding her firmly.
She struggled. . . trying to break free from his hold. She felt suffocated, the strange scent the handkerchief bore choked her, filling up her nostrils with its odd scent. Her eyes felt droopy, slowly closing shut. After some minutes, the struggles stopped. The food she held fell from her hand landing on the ground.
They carried her with not much effort to the nearest black car, the driver was already seated, prepared to take off.
As soon as the car doors were slammed shut, he drove off with a lightning speed not looking back.
* * * * *
"We've got you a new test subject!" The scarred man stated.
He pushed his glasses closer to the bridge of his nose. His brows furrowed as he concentrated on the task at hand. He inserted the needle of a syringe into a tiny bottle with a green liquid inside.
Slowly, he aspirated the liquid— attaining the required dose, he paused and examined the syringe. He pushed the other end of it, sending some of the green liquid to the ground.
"Make sure she doesn't escape!" The scarred man warned.
"I won't!" He said whilst making his way to the unconscious Lady.
Her hands were cuffed to a metal bed. Pushing up the sleeves of her shirt, he inserted the needle intravenously on her arm, pushing the end of the syringe until there was no green liquid left.
She grunted, her face writhed in pain as if she was trying to fight off the mutagen. A few minutes, she stopped bearing a feature of the dead.
The scarred man walked closer to the bed, his brows creased.
"What's the matter? Why isn't there a transformation?" He asked, staring at her.
"Give it time!" Dr Raymond replied simply, approaching his work station in the room.
He began mixing some chemicals in tubes whilst the scarred man stared at the unconscious Allison awaiting a transformation.
* * * * *
Mr Grayson Page waited patiently for his wife. Tapping his fingers on the windowsill as the chill night breeze passed by. Hours had passed and she hasn't returned.
Earlier; Thirty minutes after the call, he ordered pizza for dinner. The incessant complaints of the tiny creatures he had to take care of pushed him to. He put the kids to bed and waited for his wife. The suspense of seeing her was killing him.
'Maybe she has been held up by traffic!' he thought.
Glancing at the clock in the living room, it read Ten o'clock and she wasn't home yet. She hasn't been returning his calls.
He couldn't wait anymore, he had to go find her. He grabbed a jacket hanging on the coat rack, wearing it whilst opening the front door.
The temperature outside mirrored that of winter. He shivered as a gust of wind swept through, shivers ran down his spine.
Closing the door behind him, he walked across his lawn to the house beside his.
He left knocks on the door whilst waiting for a response from his neighbor. The door was pulled open, an elderly woman in glasses walked out of the house, shocked to see him.
"Sorry for disturbing you, Nancy!" He apologized.
She waved it off "Nah, it's nothing, what do you want, Grayson?".
"Can you help me watch the kids? Allison isn't home yet and I wanna go get her".
"Sure!" She said,
"Thanks a lot!" He said.
He ran back to his house, opened the door and took the pair of keys that laid on the table in the living room. Nancy slowly walked behind him, taking tiny steps at a time.
He walked to the driveway approaching the car whilst unlocking it with a slight push of the unlock button of the keys. A light sound notified him that it heeded to his command. He got in and turned on the ignition, the headlights flickered as the car brimmed to life. In a swift motion, he peeled off from the driveway in search for her.
The first place on his list was their favorite MacDonald cafe. He parked the car in the parking lot and ran inside the cafe.
"Have you seen this woman?" He asked, approaching the guy behind the counter. A picture of her was displayed on his phone screen.
He peered closer to the screen and smiled.
"Yeah I have" he said "she bought some burgers and drinks a few hours ago!".
“Do you know where she could be by chance?”
He shrugged “Sorry, Sir but I have got no clue!”.
“Right!” He replied saddened.
He left the cafe, sadness etched his eyes.
"Then, where is she?" He asked.
He stopped in his tracks_ a paper bag with the MacDonald logo on it caught his attention.
'Someone must have dropped it!' he thought.
Pushing out the thoughts from his mind, he walked back to the parking lot. A familiar car stood out among the bunch, grabbing his attention. Quickly, he approached it. . . fear evident in his eyes.
Cleaning the window to have a clearer view, he peered to look inside. His heart sank—her phone sat neatly on the driver's seat but she was nowhere close to her car.
In a haste, he brought out his phone from his pocket and dialed 911.
"911! What's your emergency?" The woman on the other line asked.
"I have a report to make. . ." He paused. “My wife's missing!”.
