It was often dangerous to collect the specimens and he had five less of them now that he had to dispose of them thanks to Nin. Still, he could not complain about that and already contacted his people for more. Often he was here unless he got pulled for one reason or another, he was still a viable source for understanding Ashen technologies though his interests lied in recovering his own foggy memory, and of course raping students, a favorite past time of his.

The Ashlyn bugs would take some time to get to him but he did have a vial of aphrodisiac that he had extracted from the drone left … of course he did not often use such chemicals, he preferred honest reactions and it had not mattered to him if a girl enjoyed her torment or not as long as he enjoyed himself nothing else really mattered.

Today he had pondered if he were going to pay Juniper another visit or Nin. He had been holding the piercings of both girls until he met them again and had figured that he would pay a visit to whoever he chanced upon first as he moved about the campus.

Unless someone else was to distract him first … he squeezed his way along vents and the like and had even begun stalking one student who brought him to the gym. He figured he could take her in the showers after her class let out provided that an opportunity presented itself but none had. She stuck too close with her classmates though he noted a red head who seemed to be alone, at least enough where it looked as if she were lagging behind her classmates a little.

Determining that there could be an opportunity there instead, Ortix shifts his attention as he watches the slight girl from the air duct he is in. It is a tight fit and though he could move through it easy enough the objects stored inside his body hindered his movements somewhat as he treated his entire body as if it were just one enormous pocket.

Gym class. Normally one would think an athletic young girl like Lacey, who constantly feels the need to move, would be at the front and center during gym activities, finding this class time a golden opportunity to get out some restless energy and focus oneself for the rest of the day... but then, that one wouldn't know Lacey at all. She does well in gym of course, but her performance isn't all it could be. And that's because gym class provides a completely different golden opportunity for her;

People watching.

Having deeply enjoyed watching people on a day to day basis for years, Lacey rarely passes up an opportunity to do so. This is the reason she normally trains alone, once in the morning and once in the evening. For the lithe redhead, P.E. has nothing to do with physical education and everything to do with psychological and social evaluation. She smiles as she hangs back a bit from her classmates, all in identical stretchy blue shorts and white shirts, watching as they converse, fresh from the day's mile run. Some of them are exhausted, others seem barely winded. Most are talking already about what comes next for them in the day, or about how much they hate running. She doesn't understand that much; running like almost ANY type of movement, feels wonderful. It's second only to watching people in her book!

The slender girl follows after the others for a while as they all wander towards the showers, ready for the next class. Of course, Lacey herself has a free period at this point...a Godsend really, since it means she CAN work some of her energy off between classes. A couple of the girls call out a farewell to their red haired classmate as she stops following, knowing full well that she stays a while after everyone else is gone to get in a real workout on her own. She waves back to then, though she doesn't know them very well. Lacey doesn't really have any friends yet, but no one really seems to begrudge her the time she spends watching her class. At least, no one's come out and told her she's insane.

But maybe that's only because she hasn't mentioned the monsters...

She shudders at the thought of her two encounters. As always when she's alone, her mind turns to thoughts of the things that have been happening to her since she got here. Not even two weeks in yet, and she's been toyed with twice...she shakes her head. It's bright and clear outside, and she should let some of that inside! No use getting bitter and upset over things that have already happened! Perhaps it's repression...but with no one to talk to about this stuff, Lacey has to do something to keep from drowning in fear and anger. So she turns to her two most potent weapons; an up-beat attitude, and copious amounts of physical exercise! It's impossible to be depressed when you're mobile!

First she stretches her muscles; she'd done this before the mile run today, but it's part of the ritual. You exercise only after you stretch! She shakes off an odd feeling that she's being watched, dismissing it as part of that dark mood that wants to invade her mind so badly. Instead the vibrant girl bends forward at the hips, leaning down and touching her toes, which provides a nice view of a perky backside and strong, tight legs. It's effortless for her, muscles already stretched out from the earlier warm-up and the run which, in itself, is just another warm-up to her. A mile is nothing. She continues toe-touches for a moment, then stands up and shakes her legs out. This time she bends backwards into an arching bridge that causes her shirt to fall up her slim frame, stopping just beneath modest breasts and putting her athletic body on display. The muscles of her tummy are toned and stand out beneath her creamy skin in this position.

Her stretches continue for a moment, and then the redhead simply bounces in place, up and down on her toes as she considers what she wants to do today before she hits the showers herself; the other girls are likely already gone off to their next classes or own entertainments already, so she's got plenty of time to put in some real exercise. What to do, though? "All stretched out and indecisive....not like me at all. I need to get moving on something." She murmurs to herself, mostly to relieve the suddenly oppressive feeling of being alone. Normally it doesn't bother her to be on her own, but today...

Good, that was promising as the other girls bid good bye to their classmate Ortix is certain she'll be alone. He bids his time as he was a patient one and waits until the last of the girl's trickle out of the showers.

Moving to a larger portion of the vent he squeezes though though the taser is still to large to fit … he'd have to leave it behind unless he could get the vent off silently. He knew he could tare it off though the sound would alert his target and for now he leaves it.

He takes a look around first, his slime instinctively transforming it's pigment to match the color of whatever he was slithering against.

At last though he sees the girl stretching and what a lovely sight. He wonders how long she would last, whether she would select pleasure or pain … she is a new face though the jittery nature of being alone told him that she had been an introduction or two in the past.

How unfortunate. While he did not care about his victims being virgins he did like the effect of being their first encounter for the impact and terror it caused but no bother.

He was limited in his field of vision though he “saw” in all directions at once. Altering his color to clear he had hope if he were seen that she would think that he was a puddle. To further the illusion he moved into the shadows beneath some piping that ran into the locker room to the showers while he got busy.

A thin tendril of slime stretched and stretched back the way he came until finally getting back to the vent. He was hoping to find a tool along the way but knew the school tended to keep things under lock and key.

He pulled the vent off with a loud clank retrieving the beloved taser and drawing it along the floor until that small trail of slime engulfed it. All the while he watched the student figuring she heard that, he did, and he had been ready to make his introductions to the slight student.

Feet stop bouncing restlessly and the redhead immediately drops into a ready crouch, eyes scanning calmly for danger. There is no thought, merely reaction as her green eyes immediately lock onto the source of the sound; a grate that's fallen off of a vent somewhere. She relaxes her stance only slightly; just because she knows what the sound was doesn't mean she knows what's made it. She scans the vent that the cover has fallen from, but doesn't see any movement. Nor is anything stirring around the grate itself. Maybe just shoddy construction...odd that it should fall just now though, rather than any of the other times she's been in the gym. Or perhaps she's just paranoid.

She sighs to herself, shaking her head. "Jumpy, jumpy...really must get it together..." She murmurs softly, rolling her neck side to side to ease the tension she feels building there already. A good workout should burn some of that tension off, and she looks forward to it eagerly. Still she doesn't want to leave the gym a mess; might as well see if she can't move the grate off to the side where no one will trip. And maybe clean that puddle underneath the pipes....had that been there before? Shoddy construction indeed, if the pipes are leaking enough to make a puddle that big...

Her steps slow partway towards that puddle and the vent cover. A big puddle indeed. Interesting that no one seems to have noticed it til just now. Then again, maybe not so much interesting as strange, given that those pipes it's conveniently sitting beneath show little sign of disrepair. No sign at all, actually; they're not even dripping. "Hmmm..." She murmurs to herself. The martial artist says nothing else as she starts to back up very slowly. Paranoia? Maybe...but then it doesn't count as such when there really ARE things out to get you. "Maybe I'll just let someone else clean that up..." She gets ready to head to the locker room, deciding that the gym might not be a good place to be. She can shower in her room, and the workout can wait til her usual evening routine...

Of course, there was one problem with her plan; that puddle that might not be a puddle was sitting right near the locker room door. Even stranger that no one had mentioned it, then. She certainly hadn't heard anyone splashing through it. The redhead backs up a few steps. "Not...the best approach, you know? Probably better to hide in a shower or something where the puddles are less inexplicable." She calls out to what she's increasingly certain is something waiting in ambush. She hopes desperately that this is just paranoia getting the better of her...but she doesn't think so.

After all, there hadn't been any such thing as monsters up until two weeks ago. Once bitten, twice shy...and she'd been bitten twice. Metaphorically speaking, anyway. She waits to see if anything happens, refusing to go any closer.

He sees her immediate reaction to the sound, years of muscle memory take over and he sees that she is a fighter, a martial artist though he does not recognize the stance. He newer did study their art forms as they were irrelevant to him, their unarmed strikes could do little and at the strongest might knock some of his slime away but most likely would just sink in to him. He had amazing control of his body.

Now as she backed up a step another predator may have struck. He did not. She was still to distant to get at easily and she began speaking as if … oh ho, she knew. Which had meant that she was a little paranoid and while it had occurred to him that he could be ultra patient and say nothing, make her believe that their was nothing there to grab her once she relaxed he wanted her to know what was coming.

Initially he did not speak, not until that taser worked it's way up to his gut and he quickly rose off the ground then, the puddle becoming more and more humanoid at such an alarming rate. He could not help but chuckle.

“So true though there was the difficulty of having to bypass you with no other cover around to get there and I could not observe you from the vent. Simply put the vent does not run into that room. But, as you can see from my very composition you cannot hope to win. Of course, I don't expect that to stop you from fighting either.”

Would she stand her ground? He had no legs beneath the knees, it was all ooze. He was able to compress himself a bit and now she could see just how much volume he was suppressing. “No, don't rape me, no, yes, no, no, you know you want it you fucking slut, oooh give it to me, there I sort of sped things up and now we can have some fun!” And with that he went straight at her given that he had nothing to fear.

Lacey pinches the bridge of her nose, letting out and exasperated breath as the thing rises. Of COURSE it can't just be nerves. She's not that lucky. "Another of you? Truly?! There's NOTHING else you could be doing?! You simply MUST go around raping girls?!" She shakes her head in disgust. Her eyes narrow as he calls her a slut. Her top lip curls in a silent snarl at his casual attitude towards taking something that should be given, not taken. She feels her fists clench hard enough to pop her knuckles, her legs tense up as though readying a devastating kick. Her voice is like ice and her gaze is fury. "Very confident for a talking ball of mucus...particularly one that can't hide itself...imbécile sans cervelle..." A blob like that, chances are it doesn't move very fast...certainly not on Gersham's scale. She could probably sweep a leg at the creature's head and...

And what? She forces herself to think calmly. Is it really likely that no one's ever tried blunt force trauma against this thing? It's not afraid of her in her unarmed state, clearly. Stupid idea to try and rush the thing down...but there's a blessing here in disguise; it's started moving towards her. She rolls her eyes at it, backing up at the same pace that it advances. "Oh good! I'm SO relieved you've saved us some time! Let me just run into your arms and we can get down to business...or better yet, why don't you come over here? I'm still kind of worn out...see, we were running in class today, so I don't want to move much if I don't have to." She smiles mockingly, keeping an eye on its progress. Let it come closer and maybe she can make a break around it for the locker room door...

“I suppose I could be working on my research but that's not half as entertaining,” he moves towards her at an average walking pace. He is quicker than he let's on though she'd probably beat him in a race over open, flat terrain without the inhibitors though he is aware that before long she would tire.

Her smart assed remarks seek to piss him off and he figures that she is attempting to goad him into pressing forward. He does so though a thin trail of slime extends from him along the floor. He's been on the island a bit and so is a little cagey with all the false bravado that he had witnessed. She had not struck him as total stupid or reckless. Nor did she strike him as one of those that had been beaten down long enough that they fought for the sake of fighting because they had felt that they had nothing to loose in the process.

Ortix would come forth, his own games on his mind as he came. Fight, run, it made little difference to him in the end which she had settled on as he smirked, the precaution in place as he used a burst of speed, no faster than a human at a run but just enough to give the illusion that he had been goaded by her in drawing towards her at a frantic pace.

"So happy to be a source of amusement..." The redhead mutters under her breath. She keeps an eye on the thing, another on the door. It leaves a trail of its slime behind it as it comes...gross. She'll have to be careful not to slip if she wants to get away, but she gives it no more thought than that. Its secretions aren't important; its presence between her and her route of escape is. She sets her weight carefully, ready to maneuver however she may need to in order to escape the thing, offering up a silent prayer of thanks that THIS time, at least, she's wearing something she can run away in. Running shoes are so much better than flip-flops...

Rapid movement as the creature surges towards her kicks her reflexes into overdrive. She dives to one side, rolling smoothly and as she comes up, she sets herself and sprints for all she's worth. The creature can move faster than she'd thought...but if that's his best, he's got no chance. Whatever else may be true about her, Lacey is quick. Dashing past the creature, she makes straight for the locker room, freedom in sight as she fairly flies over the gymnasium floor. "Come on, come on...." She urges herself on with each exhalation.

He lunged forth kicking her into action and it had been as he thought as she rushes past though he missed her it had not been by much either. Rather than wasting time turning around his features molded where he simply reformed himself so that his back had been is front. With a little re-shifting his arms transformed so that the left was not on the right side.

This had only saved him a few seconds though being able to see in all directions simultaneously if she were close enough anyway he could see her from that tendril of slime.

It must have looked like the trail left by that left by a snail or slug. He could see the desperation on her face, the hope that she could make it to the door.

In little time she was outside of 20' from his main body and he would not have been able to see her if he had not been attache d to that trailing slime of course that was watching her now. And just as quickly as he had risen up so did that trailing slime, puffing up before lashing at her seeking to sweep her legs rather than restrain her. Let her run for the time being, let that hopelessness build a little as he closed in though more importantly let him mark her with that slime which would soon “die” within 5 minutes or so. Until then he would be able to sense it just as he was able to sense his “parent” slime, and so he would be able to track her within that time. As long as he could tag her within that period he could keep the chase going indefinitely.

Ortix came swiftly encouraging her to scramble to run,, to make that feeble attempt to elude him.

Sprinting as hard as she can, freedom within sight, she almost completely misses seeing the slime trail puff up and lash out at her. As it is, she can't evade it completely; her legs are swept even as she tries to hurdle over the tendril. Even as she falls she twists in the air, the back of her right shoulder coming into contact with the floor first. It hurts but nothing's broken or dislocated in her landing, so she rolls to her feet and starts running again, not even bothering to look back and choosing instead to focus on the slime trail, now that she knows what it's capable of.

Through the door and into the locker room. She's not safe here and she knows that, but it's a relief to have put some distance between her and her pursuer. She slows her pace, well aware of how the floor will still be wet from the nearby showers, thinking it prudent not to slip and to take the opportunity to slow down from the break-neck pace. Conserve energy and prepare for a counterattack, her fighting style in a nutshell when she has her way. But how do you fight a blob of sentient goo...? She searches around for options...if she splashes him with enough water, will he melt away? Doubtful. Otherwise the creature would have disappeared long ago during a freak rainstorm or some such....there's no way she can bar the door from him; it has a good two inches of clearance off the floor, and the thing has proven that it can become totally fluid at will. That door won't provide any effective barrier...

She looks at the pile of towels, then immediately dismisses that as a stupid idea; how in the world is any self-respecting slime creature going to sit still and allow its victim to mop it away with towels? She forces herself to calm down. That last idea had been something near hysteria and panic has no place in survival. Obviously there's nothing to fight this thing with in here. If only she could fight this thing...but it's a liquid, or it is in part anyway. Besides that, her fight with Gersham hadn't been all that hope-inspiring for future encounters. How long does she have left to think? She pushes through the door from the gymnasium locker room into the hallway, searching around left and right. Which way to go?

As Ortix came forth he collected that slime trail into him, calling it into his body as she ran. She dipped behind the door though even with it closed he could still “see” her. Provided that she was close and moving he could sense where she were if she weren't suspended in the air at least. In close his vision was superb though another matter was that bit of slime on her leg. It would die if not reabsorbed soon but as the cells clung on to life he could see through it as if it had been part of her body.

More for effect then anything else he could have leaked through those cracks and would have if not for the solid objects that he carried with him. Sadly he had to open the door and after that was done he graced through the chamber knowing which way she had gone, sensing that slime he'd hurry when it began to drift too far away knowing that she was likely to out distance him in ordinary circumstances. When she was close he would draw out matters taking his time. It was clear that he was taking his time with her as he came.

“Come out, come out wherever you are. Ollie, ollie oxen free,” a dark chuckle, she was close, he could sense that slime and he drifted closer too her drawing out the matter as he came.

Lacey looks back over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening in the locker room. It's close...but it's not coming on very fast. The thing is toying with her. She listens to it call out to her as though they're playing hide and seek. Sick thing...it'd be nice if she could smash it to pieces with her fist...but she knows better. It won't work that way, not against a body like that. What is she going to do...?

The storage room for spare equipment. She opens the door quietly and steps inside, shutting it silently behind her as she looks around the shadowy room, lit only by sunlight from a single recessed window halfway up the wall; spare tumbling mats and pommel horse for gymnastics, soccer balls and volley balls, baseball bats, various other sports equipment...nothing to use as a weapon but a few places around here to hide out for a moment while she thinks. Maybe the thing will wander off if it can't find her. Right....and maybe she'll wake up and discover that this is all just a bad dream. Still it's better than nothing and might give her an opportunity she doesn't have now. She grabs one of the tumbling mats and climbs up into the little cubby where the window is, pulling the mat flush with the wall to hide the window altogether. It's a tight fit, the window not being very large, but she manages. Hopefully the thing sees how dark the room is and goes off somewhere else to find her...surely no one would hide in a place like this, right? She doesn't hold out much hope.

Knowing that she was in there though he lets the tension build as his slimy shadow appears at the door and waits for a second as if considering. The door swings open and he peers inside the dark doom before passing it up and closing the door as if determining that she wasn't there after a minute or two of scanning the darkness for her.

He then closes the door and leaves … only to return a short time later, he opens the door then slowly he made his way into the room …

“You can;t hide forever girl,” he knew exactly where she was of course though beneath her position now he suddenly turns. Pseudopods last out into the darkness slamming into a cage storing volleyballs. He pauses, as if he had been mistaken at what he saw in the shadows and turned to the door to go though part way tendrils of slime whip out to her true hiding space taring the mat down first before seeking to grab hold of her and pull her out of hiding. His back morphs again to his front so he faces her without having to turn about as he pulls her out of hiding, tendrils of slime seizing hold of her as she is drawn forth held aloft over the floor for the time being.

“Now what do we have here? Did you really think you would get away? I own your ass until you no longer amuse me, girl.”

She can hear the door open briefly before shutting again as though the creature's left...but she waits, positive that it's just toying with her. Sure enough, the door opens once more and the creature stalks in this time, talking as though..."Ah, merde..." she murmurs to herself ever so softly. It knows. Somehow it knows she's in there beyond a doubt and it IS just toying with her. Shifting her position around slowly and quietly, she gets ready to make a quick escape if things go wrong. Maybe she can dash past him if he discovers her hiding place. Slamming noises as the thing flails around interrupt her thoughts. She has no clue what poor sports equipment has met its end and she doesn't care; she just wants the bastard gone.

The mat is ripped away from the wall and Lacey's reflexes serve her well again as she leaps after it immediately, prepared to hit the ground running. They don't serve her well enough to let her escape however; the blob creature is waiting for her. Myriad tendrils shoot towards her hiding place and she avoids most of them...right up until one snakes around her ankle, halting her momentum and causing her to fall to the floor. "Let me GO!" She twists around and lifts her free leg, slamming it down on the offending tendril...and manages to get her other leg snared in the process. Arms follow next and struggle though she might, Lacey can't break free.

She feels herself lifted into the air and brought over to the blob, hearing it gloat over its victory in finding her. "My, how eloquent. Own me? Don't let this shock you, but better than you have tried...better AND prettier." She leaves out the part that they'd darn near succeeded, as well. If she hadn't figured out her dream in time, she might STILL be a class slut in that twisted little world...and who knows what Gersham could have done to her if he'd kept going...this thing doesn't need to know any of that, though. Slimy pseudopods wrapped around wrists, ankles and waist, holding her firmly...she tests the bonds, and while there's a little give, there's no way she's breaking free.

He chuckled, this was no beauty contest nor did he seek to please her spreading her limbs wide apart as a tendril rises up spikes appearing along the length and he strikes her, a hard slap across the left cheek hard enough where those tiny spikes sink into the flesh taring before pulling back.

Ortix seizes her chin then and turns her face to face his before a gentle pat of her right cheek as slime drips from the opposite cheek to the floor. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and yours cold be made just as ugly, girl. I did not always look this was but this is not story time and I don't think you care any way.

“Pleasure, pain I don't fucking care which you feel. Screams of pain please me as much as that of pleasure so for me it makes little difference.”

A slimy tentacle turned white in part as it seized her shirt as it began to dissolve the material, weakening it before taring the garment off her. His last victim had bigger breasts though he gave this smaller pair a squeeze, his slimy touch dissolving the cloth before taring it free. He did not harm or irritate the flesh though he did absorb each drop of blood he made incidental contact with, all moisture, sweat and tears too had been gobbled up at his passing.

“But be stubborn, I do not care, nor am I in a rush to be anywhere so we have all night,” he held out his palm, internal slime pushing the selected object first to the surface of it leaving behind the slimy residue as he applied to nipple clamps to her, taring at her shirts and panties next though the shoes and socks were not in the way and so she was allowed to keep those for now.

Lifting her a little higher he round her body giving her ass a stinging slap. “All that matters is that before we end you'll be screaming out in pain or pleasure, that choice I leave to you though so your stubbornness will only cost you in the end.” He smiled as he pushed his next tool to the surface, this one he did leave a bit of slime on ...