Strike one
by Harbinger of Death
Some students decided to have a pre-Halloween party, in order to
get in a few early slugs of spiked Pumpkin Smoothies. The hunters set up a few big buckets
of water and dumped bags of apples in them, in the hopes that some of the girls would get
their t-shirts nice and wet. Of course the amazons were wise to the scheme, but feigned
ignorance, because they loved any excuse to show off their figures.
Nydiva tested the water with her finger. “At least it’s not freezing cold,”
she remarked, and started after a fruit. It darted away from her lips. “Slippery
things.” She kept trying.
Castalia went for an apple with similar results. She would come so close to getting a
bite, but it’d slip away. “If it were a banana I could do it!” she
muttered.
“I got one!” said SheElf through her teeth, which held an apple by its stem.
“Doesn’t count!” said Nydiva. “Put it back.”
SheElf stuck out her tongue as the apple splashed back in the water. The hunters got a few
jollies by watching them on their knees, heads bobbing, hands behind their backs. Finally
the amazons were able to sink their teeth into the fruits’ crimson skin and pale
flesh. They munched triumphantly on their trophies, but suddenly became pale themselves.
They grabbed their throats and tried to cough up the apple, but could not. In moments they
all lay on the floor, no breath left in them.
The other party-goers rushed to their sides. “What’s this?” someone asked,
holding up a small piece of paper. On it was a drawing of Snow White, and in the corner
was a tiny letter “H.”
“It’s begun,” someone said, and they all looked at each other with
anticipation and fear.
October 20 2000
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