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R. C. Keeley

Short Stories
- The Day Dream Hero

The Day Dream Hero (3 ratings)
         by R. C. Keeley
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"Come In," said Mrs Thatchett, sounding most displeased. The door opened and in popped the head of my father.

"Excuse me for interrupting" he said. The rest of him entered. "I’m here to collect my son, Ryan, as he is urgently needed at home. The headmaster said I could collect him here". A relief, Sepura had received my signal, for it was him who (disguised as my father) was talking to Mrs Thatchett. I could tell by the small distinguishing mark on his forehead. It was a secret mark used by Hemoids to distinguish themselves from other humans but to a common human it looked like a plain wrinkle.

"I’m afraid Ryan has a detention with me after school" replied Mrs Thatchett.

"And I’m afraid he is desperately needed at home" said the disguised Sepura. "Surely he can sit a detention tomorrow."

"I’m afraid not" insisted Mrs Thatchett. "Ryan will be sitting detention tonight, and that is final!" I, as well as the other pupils, was shocked at Mrs Thatchett. We had never seen a teacher talk to a parent this way.

"With all due respect Mrs Thatchett I’m taking him now no matter what you say. His family needs are more important than detention at this time". I started to rise from my chair when Mrs Thatchett gave me an evil look.

"Stay where you are Ryan!" she ordered. "You’re not going anywhere", she looked at Sepura, "And neither are you...Sepura!" Both Sepura and myself looked at her in shock. The other pupils looked bewildered. Mrs Thatchett rose from her desk and said, "I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time Sepura". As she stood upright, the centre of her forehead began to split and the inside of her head seemed to be made of green, pumping flesh. The other pupils began to scream at what they saw, which was a Muton. The body of Mrs Thatchett seemed to inflate and then explode instantaneously. Trickles of blood and clothes spread all over the classroom. The former Mrs Thatchett was a now a green, slimy lizard type creature, with two razor sharp tentacles on each of its sides. Multiple flat tentacles that pointed outwards and spread along the floor supported its thin body. Its head was the shape of a serpents head and the evil staring eyes it possessed made the former evil eyes seem God-like. It began to raise its long arm-like tentacles. It started to hiss something to the whole, terrified class:

"Class dismissed!" The pupils had no time to react as the Muton began its work of mass innocent slaughter. The pupils closest to either side of the Muton had their heads sliced off, the girl closest to the desk had her whole body bitten in half, and those out of range of the creature were hit with a powerful dose of eye lasers that made their bodies explode in silence. At least they had a quick death, I thought.

Which left only me, Sepura, the Muton and a rather messy classroom. The smell of burnt flesh was over-powering. I stood there, numb to what had just happened. Sepura, still disguised as my father, pulled out what looked like a silver ray gun. The Muton turned to him and knocked it out of his hand. The gun went flying across the classroom towards where I was still standing. "You’re all mine Sepura," said the creature with a chilling delight. Without hesitation, Sepura tried to make his way out of the door, but the Muton already had him by the neck. With sheer ease, he lifted him up, turned him around, and held his arms by his sides using his other tentacles. Th Muton clasped his jaw over Sepura’s head and began to drink his blood. Sepura hardly struggled, he knew he had lost.

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