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1. BJP2399 - Creeping Death

Andy Zwick, an under average college student that let his emotions go out of control. As an electrical engineer major, and one who did not fare well, he was looked down upon as being ridiculusly stupid, completely brainless and rather dull. He took flack from every direction, and was always the joke of the party. Nobody knew Andy was capable of such disasterous deeds as is explained in this story, Andy's story.

Three R.I.T. students slowly walked down the quarter mile through a gray, dense fog that appeared unpenetrable by even the sharpest of blades. But there was one man hiding in the shadows, watching the three approach. In his hand he held a knife capable of cutting the thick haze. Stepping behind the trees he strained his ears to overhear the conversation.

"Well Ed, what'dya think about the Kung Fu class today?"

The skinny black haired man in a white jacket shrugged, "It was okay."

"Okay?" The third asked sarcastically, "It was great!" He pulled over a blue hood from his coat to keep out the cold.

"Maybe for you!" Ed returned. He looked at the other man who walked next to him. "I suppose your going to tell me you learned some awsome move, or something?"

"No."

"Well, what is it then?"

"Well, we-"

"Brock!" The man with the blue hood whispered, his hands going to his lips in a motion to be quite.

"What, Bob." Brock answered with a whisper, immediately stopping. His hand reached out to grab Ed to stop him.

"What is it?" Ed asked, rather loudly.

"SSSHH" Bob ordered. A sound of crackling sticks answered his suspicions. Looking towards that direction he begin to approach cautiously. Brock came up behind him, looking for some movement in the heavy mist.

A campus security guard materialized from nowhere. "Hey!" He came closer, but his face was still from hidden from the whisps of fog. "Can I see some I.D.?" He asked. The three begin to pull out their wallets, but a blood gurgling scream cut them short. Looking up they saw a blond haired man standing behind the convulsing security guard, a bloodied knife projected from the guard's chest.

"It's Andy." Ed mumbled through pure shock as he dropped his wallet and began to back away.

"It can't be." Brock uttered.

Andy drove his blade up the guards spine, pulling it out once he reached the base of the neck. The lifeless body fell to the ground. Andy smiled, brining up his knife he began to flick the blade with his thumbnail. Bob Jumped into a front snap kick that caught Andy off guard, striking him in the face he staggard back a step. Bob followed up with a male punch to the groin that sent Andy to his knees. A knee in the face served as the final blow. Bob spun around, "Quick go get campus safety."

The other two simply stared at Bob like some convused child. They watched in horror as Andy came from behind, his knife slicing across Bob's exposed neck as if it were butter. The blood splattered in all directions, covering all three with the grizzly goop.

Brock and Ed backed away as Andy began to approach. "Go!" Brock ordered as he stood before Andy. Ed looked at him, not knowing what to do. Brock forced Ed to go with a push from his arm, "Go! Get campus safety!" Brock parried Andy's incomming blow with his right arm, the knife sliced through his thick winter coat with ease, but it just scathed his skin. "Go! Damn Page 2 it!" With one final push Ed went sprinting down the quarter mile. The cold fog bit deeply into his skin as he raced toward his objective.

Brock set himself into a fighting position. His fiery eyes met with Andy's frozen stare, as the two began to circle each other. Brock had known Andy since the beginning of his freshman year. He now cursed himself for treating Andy with no respect, for using him as an object of laughter and for putting his intelligence down; but it all WAS true. Andy's heavy breathing sounded like some wild beast, his mouth foamed like some rabid dog. Brock shook his head in disbelief. With a quick kick he sent Andy reeling into the trees. Brock didn't even stay to hear the full. With all his speed he began to chase after Ed.

Ed slammed into the front door of Kate Gleason hall. Causing the two inside to jump. Ed could barely open the door, his numb legs wobbled in fear as he approached the two. "Kevin.." His breath came quickly. "Pete..."

The man with glasses came forward, "Ed was it."

"Pete..."

Kevin starred at Ed's blood splattered clothing, "What the hell happened?"

Ed looked up, his mouth formed words but no sound came out. Keven and Pete took Ed to the water fountain, splashing the cold water onto his face cleared his thoughts. "It's Andy! He's gone made! There dead!"

The other two looked at each other and shrugged, "What?" Keven asked.

"We were....And....Andy killed...He killed them..... He stayed....I ran...Get security...." The two tried to make sense from the mumble jumble, but nothing became clear until Brock crashed through the door.

"S**T" Brock spun around to look behind him. "He's comming."

"Who is?" Pete screamed in frustration.

"Andy!!!" Brock screamed back. Looking at Ed his hoarse voice lowered, "Didn't you tell them?"

Ed didn't answer.

"Tell us what?" Kevin inquired.

Andy walked in slow, precise steps toward the door. Inside he could see three people arguing and one standing in complete shock. But they couldn't see him through the thick fog. His heartbeat quickened, his blood began to rise for the kill. His fist clenched expectantly around the hilt of his knife. A faint buzzing sound froze his movements. His body filled with panic and anger, but there was nothing he could do. The buzzing grew louder, until it grewe umbearable. With a loud scream he sat up in his bed and slammed his alarm clock to turn it off.

His sheets were soaked with sweat, his body ached from an unfitful sleep. His breathing remained irregular as he began to step out of bed. Noticing a slight pain in his wrist he looked up to see his roomate walk in. "Hey! Didya see the paper?" Andy looked down towards the floor. The headline in the daily paper read "TWO MURDERED AT R.I.T."

2. ADW3345 - The Doctor

Andy looked upon the paper and remembering his dream, picked it up and began to scan the article, not caring how the paper got there in the first place:

THE RITtattler

Campus Saftey this morning towed away two bodies after they ticketed it several times for unlawful decomposition. One of the bodies was identified to be Fred McDay, Head of Student Harrasing of Campus Saftey. The other body was unidentifiable as it was headless. A human head was found nearby, but authorities arre unsure if the two belonged. Discussion in the biology department will issue a statement today. Survivors of McDay m4_includes his pet python and mother in law....

Andy gasped, "This can't be true! It was all a dream!"

He looked upon the combined sleeping forms of his roomate and RA in the other bed. Andy shook his shoulder.

"Oh, Whitney, you know what I like....."

"No, Kev, it's me!" Said Andy, "I've got a problem!"

"Sorry, Andy, but you've got to tie your own shoelaces sometime!"

Andy abanded this hopless source of help and went to take a shower. He dressed. The cops would be after him soon.

Much to Andy's surprise, the cops did not burst out and handcuff him, nor were they even interested, even when Andy called them to turn himself in.

"Must have been a strange coincidence..." Andy mused. Probably just one of those flashes of clairvoyance documented in Discovery and Penthouse.

That night, Andy went to bed, trying to ignore the rythmic shaking in the bed above him.

Andy Sleeps.

Andy Dreams.

Through the fog, Andy peered in the silent courtyard, below the Infinity Statue. He looked down. A MK-96 subautomatic was in his hands.

"My god!" Cried Andy, silently, "It's happening again!"

Fighting back tears, Andy knew what was going to happen, yet he could not help it. An invisible force was making him do terrible things. He thought of his Mother.

His mother appeared behind him. "Hi, babykins!"

With a twist, he fired a clip on her writing midsection, her intestines flying out like melted mozorella cheese, blood dropping in sheets.

"Mom!" Cried Andy, trying to stop himself. It was futile.

Bursting out in laugher, Andy ran from the sculpture and ran into the library. Observing the "Quiet Rule" he attached a silencer to the barrel of his rifle. Running to the Wilson Disk cluster, he pumped bullets into the users. The computers fizzled in the blood rain that was shorting it.

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!" Andy screamed, as his rifle spurted death in flames, rocking his arms like Kevin and his RA.

Andy woke up.

"My god!" groaned Andy, as he realized what he went through. He threw aside is sweat soaked sheets and ran to the shower. Passing the lounge, he overheard the morning news. "A middle aged housewife was found dead in Endicot, murdered in the same fashion as students in the library at RIT". Andy stopped and....

3. BJP2399 - Creeping Death

After hearing the full story Andy fell into a couch inside the loung. Gripping his skull with both hands he felt like crushing it from the pure frustration, but it only resulted in a headache. He'd soon be hearing from his relatives about his mother. How could he explain this to them? Who will be lieve me? Andy thought. And those in the library, I didn't mean to kill them. Yes I did. No you didn't. Yes I did, No , Yes , No! Yes! "AAAAAAHAHHHHHRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!" Andy let out a gut wrenching scream of horror that undoubtedly awok everyone in the dorm floor. I have to get help! But from who? A psychiatrist!

NO YOU FOOL, THEY WON'T BELIEVE YOU. Who was that? Andy nervously looked about the room but nobody was in site, although people began to stir about to find the origin of the scream. IT'S ME. Me who? Andy asked himself. YOU! In fruitless effort to escape Andy began running full speed down the hallway, taking the flight of stairs downward his mind began to race for an explanation. But none came. Upon reaching the first level he bursted through the doors anbd outside into the frigid weather. Stopping, he tried to catch his breath. The feeling of confusion, sadness and anger subsided momentarily. I've got to go to class. He realized. He began the journey to his Calculus class at 8:00 A.M. in the morning. After reaching his destination he choose a seat farther in the back than usual. Upon sitting down he felt relieved, as if the devil inside him simply vanished. After a few minutes the instructor began his class by drawing a diagram on the board. Andy reached for his books, but then realized he had forgotten them. "Oh Darn!" He snickered. Feeling rather stupid he layed back in the chair in a comfortable position. The time passed slowly. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier as he began to drift into a slumber. No! I can't! Someone else may get killed! He told himself over and over, but the voice inside him came back, constantly whispering YOU MUST SLEEP into his subconscious mind.

His jerked violently and he was soon awake. Hah! There I'm awake. But was he? With perplexed horror he looked down to his hand which held a strange object. It looked something like a dustbuster, but across the top were different settings, the needle was pointed to kill. No I can't! Realizing that he was holding a phaser weapon from Star Trek in his hand, his mind went into panic. But he wasn't controlling his body. Without his control, his hand began to raise upward, aiming towards the mesmerizing professor. Andy reached around with his other hand to stop himself, but it reacted with its own accord. Striking him in his anquished face, he gave up the battle and let the poltergeist take over. The phaser fired straight and true, hitting the professor squarely in the chest. ,

A loud buzzing noise awoke him with a start. Looking around he saw the other students staring at him, as well as his instructor. "Andy, I don't mind you sleeping in my class but please stop snoring!" The professor smiled, but it turned to pain quickly as his hand clenched towards his chest. Staggering, he grabbed for the chalk board, leaving a mark from the chalk as he fell to his death. The students in the room immediatly went to their professors attention. After copying the mark on the board they stood up gather around the instructors body. "He's dead." A student pronounced after checking for a pulse.

Andy was the only one remaining in his seat, staring aimlessly at his hand that had fired the phaser. Through numb confusion he began to slip back into unconsciousness, the last thing he heard was a mingled laugh from inside himself.

4. ALZ3730 - Danger Mouse

Andy was confused, he didn't know what was happening, but he did know one thing for sure. Whenever he fell asleep, horrible things happened. The logical conclusion (which took Andy's small mental capacity till now to discover) waas to stay awake. He kknew that he had to stay awake no matter what. He ran from the classroom and frantically tried to think of a place on campus where he could find some drugs to keep himself awake. He wandered past the college union while he was thinking, and then (for the third time in his life) he had an idea. 3 minutes later Andy was down in the game room playing his favorite vidio game. "This will keep me awake if anything will" thought Andy. Thinking was rather painfull for Andy and it made him sleepy so he quickly turned his concentration back to the game.

Six hours and thirty dollars in quarters later, Andy was still going strong. "I'm getting good at this game!" yawned Andy. As he spoke his ship blew up and the horrible words 'GAME OVER' appeared on the screen. "DAMN!"

Andy looked around and found that he was the only one left in the game room other than the person behind the counter. He began to break out in a cold sweat when he realized that he had run out of money. Looking at the man behind the counter Page 5 counting quarters as he put them in the register, the terrible feeling that Andy had begun to know so well and dread began to overtake him.

"More quarters?" the game room clerk asked with surprise as Andy approached. "How much money have you spent so far?!"

Andy didn't speak as he slowly moved around the counter behind which the clerk was standing. He reached out with his hands as if to strangle the poor clerk.

"Not funny." said the clerk. Andy's hands wrapped around the clerk's throat. "Hey! stop it...urgh!" Andy tightened his grip around the mans throat placeing his thumbs firmly on the clerk's windpipe. Andy squeezed. Gradually, slowly, and with firm pressure he squeezed untill the clerk's windpipe collapsed from the pressure. "ack! augchhhhhh...." the clerk gargled as his throat filled with warm dark blood.

"aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGH!" Andy sat up in bed still screaming. His sheets were again soaked with his sweat. I'm going to have to change those sheets! thought Andy for the thousanth time.....(well, maybe 'thought' isn't the correct term).

Andy quickly showered and started to dress. Was it all a dream? he thought. He opened his drawer to get out his wallet and found a huge roll of bills. Under the bills was an impressive pile of change. Most of the coins were quarters. Andy turned on the TV in his room.

*click* ....was brutally murdered in the RIT College Union. Mr. Falcon was discovered in the morning strangled to death. He was working last night in a game room in the college union. Police believe the reason for the murder was burglery. According to*click*

"Oh no!" Andy thought out loud. "I'd better go somewhere far away where I can't hurt anyone." Andy would have tried to commit suicide, but he probably would have just screwed up and he was too stupid to think of that anyhow.

5. BJP2399 - Creeping Death

Frantically Andy began to pack his clothing, and anything else he thought was necessary to take with him. He plopped his suitcase on his bed, after opening his dresser he began to throw his cloths inside, not caring if they were folded. As he tossed the wad of bills deep inside the suitcase's lining, the voice that began to plague him came back. YOU CAN NOT LEAVE. "Why not!" Andy sad aloud, ablivious to the fact that his roomate was sleeping with some girl below him. IT WON'T MATTER. YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME! "Yes, I can. I'll go someplace where I can be alone, all the time!"

Andy heard Kevins tired voice moan from under the sheets, "Andy. I know you don't have the intelligence to have an imaginary friend, so shutup!"

Andy ignored the joking remark as he continued to shove his personal belongings inside the suitcase. KILL HIM! Why? Andy demanded He is my friend! NOT IF HE TALKS TO YOU LIKE THAT. HE IS ONLY YOUR FRIEND IF HE DOES WHAT YOU TELL HIM. Andy knew he had to leave before something happened. Zipping his suitcase shut he pulled ut off the bed and tore out of the room. Racing down the hallway towards the elevator the voice continued to toy inside his conscious. YOU MUST KIL HIM! "NO!" Andy protested. Shutting himself inside the elevatro he slammed the button for the first floor lobby.

Once the doors open he ran through the doorway and towards the campus parking lot. "Wait a minute. I don't have a car." Andy grunted. He could hear a voice inside him laughing. Quickly he headed for Grace Watson lobby, towards a pay phone where he could call a cab. Racing through the hall he ran smack into a rather large person. Andy flew back and fell to the floor, his head smacking against the hard tile. He watched the face of the person he ran into fade away from his blurred vision.

As the chuckling man came down to help up the person he knocked to the floor, Andy drove his fist deep into the man's privates. Immediately the ususpecting target fell to his knees, then to the floor while Andy used the man's own weight to lift himself from the ground. Andy released his victem, withdrawing a machete from midair he swiped the blade across the exposed back. Turning around he beheaded a unlucky passerby, then disemboweled another. After Andy was finished slaying everyone in the hall, he ankle deep in bodies and blood. Looking around he again realized what he had done, the evil spirit inside his soul withdrew. But Andy well knew, it would be back.

A bright flash of white light exploded before his eyes. Andy quickly sat up in a strange room. "Where am I?" He asked, taking a look around he noticed the white sheets, the white gown, the medical equipment and then the nurse as she hurriedly entered the room. He asked her the same question, "Where Am I?"

"You're at the Hospital of Rochester." She looked at him strangely, then dropped the morning paper next to his bed. "That fall you had was more serious than it seemed. You took a pretty good lick on the head. Well, now that your awake I'll go get your doctor." She left.

With shaking hands Andy took the paper from the nearby bedstand. But the front page said nothing of murders at R.I.T. Confused, he quickly looked through the pages, but he found nothing. Relaxing back in his bed, he thought it was finally all over. But he then noticed the date on the paper, "MAY 8, 1990." Andy's heart nearlly stopped, a deep laugh echoed through his mind.

6. EJC2522 - Ed

Andy turns over and puts a pillow over his head, for he has no desire to face the world anymore. His room door opens and a person enters. Andy amidst his self-torturing agony, screams "No! No! NOT AGAIN!!" taking the pillow off his head, facing the opposite direction of the person, in a loud outburst "DOC HELP ME, PLEASE HELP ME!!..I'm sick."

In a reassuring, yet famaliar tone, the person quietly remarks: "Actually my son.."

He's interrupted by an increasingly agonized Andy "No not that kind, I'm SICK IN THE HEAD!!" Turning over he notices that it isn't the doctor he's addressing, it's his friend, Brock.

In his normal greeting, Brock raises both eyebrows, in unison, and his right hand in a waving-type manner and says "Hi, it's me."

Andy realizing that another attack is emminent, becomes quite hyper. "No, Brock, no, LEAVE NOW, GO, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE." With each remark his voice becomes louder, soon he begins twisting and turning in his bed out of control.

In his calm, cool collective manner, Brock reaches over the bed rails and attempts to calm him down by holding him still. Also in a louder then usual voice, Brock utters "Guys...Guys...Guys, I could use some HELP in here!"

Meanwhile in the hall outside Andy's door, Peter attempts to convince Kevin that it was Andy he saw kill those people in Gracie's a little over a year ago.

"Now look KGB, I know what I SAW," Peter explains in a semi-frustrated tone.

"For one thing, Andy was unconcious when the killings took place, for another I KNOW Andy, thou he wasn't playing with a full deck at times, he wouldn't go around KILLING people, so I don't care what YOU THINK you saw. That's final, now DROP it!" Kevin expounds in a decisive tone.

From inside the room they hear Brock calling for them.

"Now are you coming in or do you still refuse to see him?" Kevin wonders and opens the door.

"I'm NOT going in there to see that FRIGIN' LUNATIC!!"

As Kevin opens the door and begins walking in, Andy catches a glimpse and hears Peter's unforgettable remark. Andy immediately calms down in his bed and begins to cry... (forgetting for the time being about his alter ego.)

Later, after Kevin and Peter leave for the car to finish discussing Peter's memories, Andy begins packing and getting ready to leave, while Brock brings him up to date as to current happenings...

"So you are telling me that I've been in a COMA for 16 MONTHS!! Well, I guess it seems like some time has passed since my last consciousness but not that long."

"That's right, the guy who knocked you out was a weight lifter. But a few moments later he got what he deserved. The so-called "Campus Killer" came in and turned him into a blood bath..." Brock explains.

"Good, I'm glad!! That'll teach him to mess with Andrew L. Zwick." Andy kindly interrupts.

"Him and 47 others were killed. You were the "only" survivor, you should feel lucky."

"I guess, I should, sort of like winning a lottery eh?"

"In an unusual and twisted kind of way."

A few moments pass.

"So what happened to Edwardo? Didn't he come?"

"Yeah, but he wanted to stay down in Pete's car..he's kind of sick a lot lately. Ever since he missed the last three weeks of the winter quarter with pneumonia, it's been one cold after another on and on..."

Some more time passes...

"Let's go.." Andy speaks in much anticipation of getting back to R.I.T.

On the way to the car unnoticeable to Andy, Brock is begins making a series of strange faces...

The poltergeist has moved.

7. EJC2522 - Ed

As they closed in on Peter's car, they noticed that Peter and Kevin are sitting in the front and Ed is in the back in one of his sneezing fits. As Brock opens the door to get in, Peter and Kevin utter, in stereo, "Bless You" for innumerous time. Brock gets in and Andy follows.

During the ride home, Kevin, Peter and Brock explain to Andy that Peter has built a new fully automated electronically remote controlled K-9. Much superior to it's predecessor which was accidentally destroyed a couple months back. This conversation took place while Ed finished his sneezing fit and began a coughing fit.

When they got to Kevin's and Peter's apartment on campus, Peter pulled the latch of the trunk so that Andy could get his stuff and he could get K-9. As Ed opened the door, Brock threw him out in a recently learned Kung-Fu maneuever and yelled "Get out!!" Ed managed to run it down and remain on his feet. As Ed came back near the car, Brock uttered in an unusually mean tone of voice "Come on, you learning Kung-Fu measle brain, ATTACK!!"

"I'm not in the mood for it." Ed calmly replied, seemingly letting the previous incident slide by.

Andy observing the situation closely, recognizes the symptoms and immediately exclaims "OH SHIT!! NOT AGAIN.."

Meanwhile, Kevin and Peter are unpacking Andy's stuff in the back of his car in an attempt to get at the, literally buried, K-9, not apparently noticing the situation developing between Brock and Ed.

Brock starts to circle Ed in an emminent attack manner while Ed, just beginning to realize the situation, starts the same. They clash.

Andy aware of Brock's intentions to kill his friend immediately makes his way to the back of the car, in an attempt to find a way to stop the menaced Brock.

Brock throws several punches, but they are quickly blocked by the once half asleep, Ed. After a few seconds of this, Brock strikes with a female punch to the stomach, Ed tired out, partially blocks and manages heed it off so it just skims his side. Ed begins a coughing fit...

Andy, really excited and frightened makes it to the back safely and pushes thru Peter and Kevin, who just begin to notice that Ed and Brock are going at it. Andy searches through the stuff on the ground and in the car for something heavy to stop Brock with, while muttering to himself over and over again "It can't be a DREAM!!"

"Looks fairly even to me" Peter observing as if it was some kind of television show.

Kevin nodds in agreement.

Ed begins coughing.

"Watch out!! Ed's in trouble now.." Kevin muses as the tides of the match begin to turn.

Brock, realizing Ed's impairment, takes full advantage of the situation and throws two male punches to the stomach and two to the groin. Ed quite involved in a coughing fit, ineffectively blocks the center punches and manages to deter the groin punches from hitting the vital spot, yet still gets hit.

Andy frantically looking for something to stop Brock with, takes a step back and fully considers the possibilities. Within a few seconds, he decides and utters the comment: "Oh well, nothing else available." He promptly picks the newly built, yet quite heavy K-9 in his arms and begins to raise over his head.

On the side, Peter and Kevin continue to comment on the progress of the match oblivious to the actions of their friend, Andy.

After a few rounds of punches on Ed's wide open target body, Brock utters to himself(thou loud enough for the others to hear): "Enough of this, time for something new." In a series of swift clean moves, Brock picks Ed up and throws(not high) him four feet away, face down on to the gravel. Surprised, Brock comments "It works, it ACTUALLY worked.." Closing in on the open body on the ground, he utters: "Time for the KILL!!" Ed recovering from the previous attack, picks up his head to observe his attacker, only to discover dark, rich blood flowing from the bottom of his face.

As Ed is picked up in to the air, Kevin comments "Looks like he's had it now.." Peter responds with a quick "I would say that he is in a VERY BAD situation."

While Kevin and Peter play MC's to the match, Andy with his arms fully extended and talking louder and louder: "This CAN'T be a DREAM!!" Moves in on the attacking Brock.

Brock takes another step and.... BAM!!!!!!!

Andy smashes the K-9 on top of menaced Brock, immediately breaking the wooden section into several pieces, while splattering the electronic portion into many parts which flew in all directions to the ground.

Kevin and Peter realize what Andy was up to just a tad too late...

In his apartment, Kevin is awoken by Andy literally screaming "This can't be a DREAM!!" notes that it is only 2:08 AM and with his pillow bashes Andy over, what would appear to be his head in the sleeping bag, waking him up.

"IT IS!!, NOW SHUTUP and go back to SLEEP!!" Kevin screams in a fit of anger.

8. PMB1566 - The Doctor #6

Andy realizes he needs to stay awake. Desperately he relies on math. He decides to work out squares of numbers in his head. 1,1. 2,4. 3,9.... Soon he is fast asleep.

Pete is walking out to his car. He unlocks the door by force of habit, not noticing that it was not locked. Neither does he notice the figure cloaked beneath the blankets in the back seat. He puts the key in the ignition, and after a few tries, his "TARDIS" starts. Pete grabs a tape and sticks it in the tape deck. He turns to look out the back window to back up. In stead of seeing large amounts of window, he sees large amounts of Brock's face. Then Brocks fist. Then just stars, and blackness.

Pete dizzily fades back into consiousness. Then his mind clicks in, remembering brock in the back seat, and noting the stinging pain in his nose. Opening his eyes, he sees the roof of his car. He tries to move, but he finds that he is securly bound. Unfortunately, this was not S&M. Looking to the front, he sees Brock in the drivers seat.

Suddenly, the engine revs up a bit, followed by a deadening "Thud!" "Ha, got another one." said Brock. Pete wonders if he was wrong about the killer being Andy. Pete tries to struggle and scream, but his mouth is covered with duct tape. Unfortunately, it was not made by Radio Shack. When Brock heard the scream attempt, he promptly replied, "Resistance is USELESS!"

Pete's watch beeped. Brock looked down at the car deck to note the time. That was about all it was good for, since Brock had blown both speakers and all the driver transistors by blaring WITR. Brock didn't seem to notice though. "Five O'Clock. Rush hour. Hmm.." He sees a sign labeled, "Kodak Park." He follows the sign. Soon he comes to a large buiding, out of which a number of people dressed in suits are flowing. The engine again revs, there are a number of "Thud!"s, followed by a "Crash!" Brock was hurled through the windscreen. A number of people came over, and helped ungag and unbind Peter. Helping Peter out of the car, he notes the "Please drive safely!" sign on the back out the trailer truck in which his car is now implanted.

Andy is waken up by Kevin's shaking. "Andy, wake up. There's been an accident. Brock is in the hospital." Andy sits up suddenly, realising he must have fallen asleep. Damn, he new he shouldn't have tried math. It always puts him to sleep in Calculus. He gets up and dresses quickly. They take the bus to Rochester Hospital. They find Peter there, talking to the police. Inside the nearby room, Brock is attached to a number of IV's and other life support devices. They look in and realize there is nothing they can do, except wait.

When Peter is done talking to the police, they decide to go to a donut shop across the street. They sit down at the counter. There is an older gentleman talking to the waitress. "Did you hear about all those executives who got ran over by that nut at Kodak last evening?"

"Did they find the guy yet?"

At this, Andy's mouth, filled with a bit of donut, opens wide. His face goes pale, and Andy passes out onto the countertop.

9. BJP2399 - Creeping Death

Andy tried to sort the mess out in his constantly bewildered mind for the millionth time as he slowly walks down the corridor; but it is no use. He was unable to grasp the frustration question that burn inside his mind, and his soul. He could not understand the sudden change of the spirit from him to Brock. Somehow it did not make sense. Andy ravaged the lives of many, and he had never found himself injured, or in a hospital. Until...Until that day he was hurt, and as a retaliation the poltergeist killed the man that hurt it. It was forced to move somehow. For some reason, Brock was next. But why??? Andy felt the pains of not knowing the answers fill inside him as he continued to walk down the corridor. He was the first person there when I surfaced from my coma. And now that Brock is in the hospital, then why wouldn't the poltergeist move again? If it did, then it should move to... to... Pete? Yes, Pete. The logical deduction surprised Andy, for it was the first time since he reasoned out the fact that his fingers were always closest to the nearest hand, which is connected to his arm, which connects to his shoulder....

Andy noticed for the first time that the corridor's walls glowed with a bright, white light. He continued his walk until he reached a door marked 505A. His shaking hand push the door open just enough to allow passage for his thin body. Closing the door silently, he approached the figure that rested in the bed. Five or six machines were attached to the body in some way or another, each performed a vital task.

Andy could tell by the movements in the sheets that the man labored in breathing. He reached for the man's shoulders, gently turning them towards him so that the face was visable. Andy stared at Brock's pale, lifeless face that now held a peaceful expression. Andy shook his head mercifully, wondering if his theories would come true.

A dark, hedious laugh shook his body. The low baritone that Andy knew so well twisted inside his stomach. Andy felt his body shudder with fear; droplets of presperation began to form on his paling face. Then the terrifying voice drilled through his trembling soul. NOW YOU FEEL THE TRUE WRATH OF MY POWER! Andy backed towards the door, desperately trying to escape the veil of darkness that was quickly shrowding his conscious. LOOK AT WHAT I HAVE DONE! YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE I CAN CONTROL! The swelling fear froze Andy's movements. Andy gathered his remaining strength, begging the tightning muscles in his legs to carry him out of here; but they refused to move.

NOW YOU MUST KILL HIM! A numbing sensation iced down Andy's spine, HE KNOWS OF MY PRESENCE! HE MUST DIE! "No!" Andy uttered out weekly, still trying to fight his way through the unseen force that began to control his body. The feeling of cold steel formed inside his sweating palm. Looking down in horror he watched a knife materialize into his own, bare hands. HE MUST DIE! The demanding voice repeated. "no." Andy refused even more weekly than before. Without his own control, Andy staggered forward towards the defenseless figure in the bed. He fought with every unbearable step, straining his quiving muscles to their greastest extent. Feeling himself growing weeker with each step, Andy gave one final push to overcome the force inside him. The voice only laughed. Andy was only an arms length away from Brock as his arm began to raise for the strike. Using his last gasp of stength, Andy grabbed for the knife with his other hand, recieving a viscious blow to the face with his own fist, his efforts ended.

Andy's corded arm came down swiftly, but an opposing force caught it in midair. Hope filled Andy's thoughts as the blackness began to slip away, but it still held on strong. Looking up he saw a familiar face of a friend. Derrick towered above him like some ancient god, holding Andy's wrist with a deadly grip. "YOU!" The spirit roared out, a tingle of fear hung in the voice. "YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME THIS TIME!" Andy's mouth moved against his will, forming the words for the dying voice. He could feel the spirit's energy flowing in his arm to pull it away from Derrick, but the grip was firm. "I WILL BE BACK!" The darkness receeded. Andy watched a conquering smirk cross Derrick's lips as he fealt the breath quickly withdraw from his chest; he collapsed into the bed, exhausted.

After a few minutes of rest, Andy looked to Derrick for an explanation.

Derrick, awaiting the perplexed look, led Andy to a set of chairs. Sitting down, Derrick begun the explanation.....

10. ADW3345 - The Doctor

So the two went to the donut shop (they felt that the hospital was too forboding).

They orderd donuts and chocolate milk. Derrick starts his story.

"Andy, I'm your father."

"W..what?" spluttered Andy.

" It is true. See, many years ago I was a man trapped in a woman's body.

I underwent a series of sex change operations, and in the course of events I impregnated myself. The result was you, and due to my young age I had to put you up for scientific experiments."

"That is the most ludicrus story I have ever heard!" said an Angered Andy.

"But it is true." Said Derrick, narrowing his eyes, "Did you ever feel that you were, in a way, normal?"

Andy thought back in his life. His brother once taunted that Andy was adopted. He never thought this to be true, but now....

"No..." Slowly replied Andy.

Derrick leaned over his plate of Munchkins and uttered in a low voice, "Those dreams are a beckoning of the subether, an unconsciousness ruled by the supernatural. I am but one part of the cyclonic force that is destined to overthrow the world of man."

Andy looked at Derrick. Derrick's eyes were glowing in a deep scarlet becon that stabbed at Andy.

"So that means..."

"We, together, can destroy this world and establish an empire! Your wanderings in the subether is a gift. I alone can help you develop that gift. You and I shall rule, side by side, father and son."

"No.. You're bonkers.." stammered Andy.

"Then I have no choice but to exterminate you. You are too powerful to be let loose in the side of goodness and Jolt."

Tension mounted. "Jolt?" asked Andy.

"I have told you far too much!" roared Derrick, as he leaped up and grabbed a handfull of glazed donuts. With demonic strength, he hurled one at Andy, missing his nose by scant millimeters and punching a three foot hole in the concrete wall beside him.

"The next one shatters your spine!"

Leaping with desperate fury, Andy dodged the hailstorm of donut holes that rained death and destruction about him. A waitress sat grinning in her death, a neat hole gaping in her forhead. A shattered coffeepot lay at her feet. She toppled over just as Andy leaped under the counter and grabbed hold of a rolling pin.

Andy crawled out of the counter, behind Derrick. With a furiuous motion, he brought the pin upon Derrick's head. Derrick was too fast. Twisting around and neatly blocking the swift mothion of the pin with a stale cruller, Derrick laughed a deep and dark chuckle.

"You amuse me. You are good, but no match for a master like me!"

Swiftly the cruller slammed down and thudded on Andy's forehead. Andy stumbled back and fell, unconscious.

The dark and warm world of sleep enveloped Andy, and once again he Dreamed.

Floating above his conked-out form, he came face to face with Derrick. The screaming donut patrons did not notice him, but Derrick did.

"I see you have learned the fundumentals of the Art." Derrick smiled.

Andy lounged at him with the familiar blood lust, hacking with mad fury at the dark form of Derrick. Blow after blow Andy struck at him, but always it was blocked by the cruller.

Letting the subether envelop him, Andy difted to a deeper plane, swirling with colors and violent shapes. He let the power surge into him and facing Derrick, leaped above him and slashed at Derrick once again. DOwn came the cruller, but Derrick's unnatural reflexes were once too slow.

His hand snapped and flew into a rack of jelly filled donuts, with the cruller twitching in the mess.

"I have played long enough!"

Derrick raised his hand and with suitable pryotechnics, slammed a high volt storm against Andy. Andy flew back, crashing through the counter. Andy felt some ribs give way and crack.

Still Derrick advanced. Clutching his bloodied stump, he looked sharply at Andy and andy felt thigs getting hot. His clothing caught fire.

"Ahhhhhh!" recited Andy. He tried to run past Derrick's form, but Derrick grabbed hold of Andy's shoulder with his remaining hand and threw him at the coke machine.

Andy felt his spine crunch and lost all senstation of his legs. He tried to lift himself but his arm was broken in three places. He tried to speak but his tounge was severed and his jaw cracked. This was the end.

Hopefully death will be more pleasant than college.

Andy looked up and saw the soda selections. Jolt.

Derrick had mentioned Jolt. What did it do? Why was it important?

Derrick marched on toward Andy. In desperate panic, Andy dug into his jeans pocket and fished out a couple of quarters (left from the episode at the video arcade) and slowly, in great pain, shoved the quarters in the slot.

Derrick spied Andy.

"Still alive? You are hardier than I thought!"

Andy reached up with his broken arm, and battered the button. He cried through the haze of pain. The button gave, and the machine gargled, excreting a bright red can out its slot.

Andy grabbed it. Derrick was only footsteps away, welding a pair of spatulas, presumably to put an end to Andy.

Andy opened the can with his teeth, loosing a cuspid. He poured it into his throat, and swallowed the bloody carbonated soda, as Derrick grabbed Andy by the neck.

Andy took one more swing, and loosing the grip on the can, dropped it. Derrick lifted Andy above his head, and turned toward a window.

"Meet your doom, son!" laughed Derrick.

However..................

11. BJP2399 - Creeping Death

However, the combination of blood and carbination in Andy's swirling stomach caused him to let out a loud, ferocious burp. The thundering noise shattered every nearby window and cracked the wall Andy's face went plummiting towards after an unsuspecting Derrick released him. But the reverberating, gut wrenching belch was not through, even after Andy slammed head fist into the solid brick wall. Derrick shook in his stance as the entire building began to tremble underneath the penatrating, jet like sound. Andy could not stop. Dust and plaster began to fall from the ceiling, a nearby pedestrian's head exploded from the outburst. Andy had to stop, or he'd be crushed underneath the collapsing building's great weight. He turned his head and met Derrick's rather unpleasant glare, the heinous devil only growled, laughed and slowly faded away. Andy was still going strong, the resounding force began to pump in his own head. Finally, with one last surge of energy and suffering the excruciating pains of his numerous wounds, Andy staggered from the donut shop just before it came crashing to the ground. A large crack in the road's surface appeared, taking dozens of cars an innocent passerbyers with it. Buildings began to shake and crumble, light poles toppled over, gas stations exploded into blazing infernoes, bridges swayed and buckled, people screamed and fled in terror. Andy turned around, looking at the smokey remains of the donut shop; the only thing that survived the cave in and still stood out as if nothing happened, was the jolt pop machine.

Andy awoke with a start. He found himself sleeping next to Brock's bed in the hospital, cords, instruments and plaster lay strewn across the floor. Taking the remote control andy switched the tv on, the headline read EARTHQUAKE IN ROCHESTER????

12. ADW3345 - The Doctor

"Geez.." Moaned Andy. He rubbed his eyes and stared grumply at the ceiling. It was then when Andy began to notice his surroundings. This room was no hospital room like he ever saw. Holographic images swirled on the walls, panels dotted the room, with graphs tumbling and flitting. One of them was attuned to Andy's breathing, and another flashed digits, which he took to be his hospital bill.

Andy looked across the room and saw a woman, completely unclothed, doing something compromising to a man in a similar state. Andy looked with complete surprise and was shocked at their immodesty. Suddenly, they flickered and with a hiss, flicked out of existence.

"Hey, Andy!" Said Brock, holding a remote, "You're up at last!"

"B..Brock?" stammered Andy. Brock was not the winsome fellow he knew. Brock had turned horribly obese, and was wearing the sleaziest outfit Andy ever saw. Brock's greasiness was accented by his slicked back hair and huge gold chains about his neck. Brock lit up a cigar with a Ben Franklin.

"Oh! That.." Said Brock, noting his bewildered look, "That was 'Naughty Ninjas In Nevada', the latest sequel to 'Nymphomaniac Ninjas'!" Brock explained with horrid detail how he dropped out of College and became a multi-media mongoul of three dimensional porn, "with realistic sight and sound in every possible way!".

"Here!" Said Brock, "You've missed out on the whole series! Let me put up the original, "Ninja Girls Get Nuked" on!"

Fortunately, they were interrupted by RoboCandyStriper. Andy was getting used to this new environment. Just why this was so mistified him at the moment.

"GREETINGS PATIENTS 2399 AND 3730." The RoboCandyStriper whirred. It clanked to their midst and offered the New York TImes. Andy asked for one and recieved a shiny disk. Under Brock's guidance, he put it on the bed InfoView, while RoboCandyStriper took away his bedpan. he first thing he saw on the flexiscreen confirmed his suspictions. He had remained unconscious for some 145 years.

"My god!" gasped Andy, "I've been unconscious for 145 years!"

"Hey, them's the shakes!" juggled Brock, "Welcome to the 22nd century! Want some cocaine?"

Andy did a Nancy Regan and just said no. He flipped some pages on the TeleNewspaper. He marveled at the advances during the years. A new technique quadrupled the life expectancy of humans. Limitless energy was gained from rotting bannana peels. RIT finally got its Student Life center, mighty computers that Andy knew in college fitted on people's wrists. But one headline grabbed his attention:

FAMED ELEVATOR HACKER EXECUTED AFTER WHITE HOUSE PRANK

P.M. Barella was found anomoyusly guilty of treason after being arrested for trapping the President in the White House basement for days. He was also found guilty of several hundred misdemors, all invovling elevators. Some of his confessed acts m4_included misadjusting the anti-gravity dampers of elevators in nursing homes. This explained the case of the geezers in orbit found in recent months. Barella, defiantly making obscene guestures as he walked to the execution chamber, stated that "All things great rise and fall once again". He died of trampling in the chamber as several thousand Girl Scouts were released and all tried to sell him their slurpus supply of Double Fudge Mints. Barella was survived by......

"My god!" moaned Andy, what could be worse?

"Hey Andy!" Belched Brock, "Rember Kevin? Well, he worked for me for a while and helped me make my first quadrillion!"

Kevin? His old roomate. Yes, Kevin couldn't be like them...

An older version of Kevin appeared in three dimensions. Andy couldn't believe that Kevin would go into the skin film industry.

"This was my first flick!" Wheezed Brock, " "Surf Sluts in San Fransisco!'"

Andy looked away in disgust as Brock described how they made the final gang bang in the tusamni wave.

"Here, have some heroin!"

Andy waved him away. A RoboNurse walked in and was followed by... Derrick?

Derrick looked old and wizened.

The RoboNurse announced ,"Greetings, Doctor Williams will now give you a proctolic examination."

Wait a minute. He met Derrick in unfortunate circumstances. No... that was a long time ago... It couldn't have been real.

Derrick's bedside manner put him at ease, until Derrick raised an arm. His hand was artificial.

"Nooooooooooooooo oooooooo!" cried Andy. Somehow all his friends got screwy after these years! Somehow, by not being there, all the world went to pot!

He gazed at the fleximagizine on the table besides him.

Ford corporations proudly presents the Ford TImelord, built with precision engineering for your timewarp pleasure.....

God, moaned Andy, he'll have to go out and change it all!

"Hey, Andy!" Farted Brock, "You were hurt pretty badly! Fortunately, ol' doc here, with his EECC Degree fixed you up! Sure you won't have any marijauna?"

Andy looked down in horror at the metallic gleam of...........

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