Night beckons and everyone falls asleep. The hallways are devoid of the sounds of thousands of clattering footsteps, and the pale, sickly moonlight falls upon the window panes and pushes through to the marble floor.

Not a shadow to be seen, except for one lone student who was walking in the hallway. Her footsteps kept to a minimal, she wanted to see if the dare was true. Why was everyone so afraid of that old closet in the gym? They had baseless worries. The closet seemed silent enough, and there was nothing inside but brooms and dust pans and such...

But the stories she heard were the weirdest she's heard in a while. Disappearing students. Students being grabbed and never coming out. What was the reason for that? Was there a basis? Was it even a probable thing?

She decided to investigate, tonight, when everyone was sleeping. She had been the number one skeptic of the story and she did not want anyone to even see her sneaking into the gymnasium and into the notorious closet.

The moonlight gave quite an eerie glare to the closet but she would not have any of it. Bravely she opened the door.

A scream pealed into the night, and was quickly silenced.

The next day, her classmates did not have any idea where she went, and just dismissed her as 'gone off somewhere'. But this did not help the growing rumor about that closet in the gym.

Miko was lazing about the classroom. The Flux had forced her to compress once more into this hated state, and it annoyed her very much, there was no fun to be had, no girls to be drained, only tireless waiting for the Flux to settle

One of her classmates suddenly came up to her, intent on striking up some conversation, which Miko was all to happy to engage in, since talking was her most favored past time.

"Hey, Did you hear about the student in the other class?"

"The one that ... went away? Sure Ive heard that, what about it?"

"Well, some girls think she found some way off this island, others think she was abducted or such, but they all say it has something to do with that closet in the gym."

"Oh? hmmm.... Im pretty sure she wouldnt just leave on her own.... maybe she got taken..."

"Maybe... oh, here comes the teacher.."

The students rush to their seats, but Miko's curiosity is piqued, she'll have to visit this so called closet, its not like she has anything better to do.

Midnight. Miko creeps down the quiet hallway, towards the room with well rumored closet, the clack of her shoes echoing through the empty hall. Soon she finds the room, opening the door just a crack to see what lay ahead. It was dark inside, and the light seemed to be broken as she tried to turn it on, so she decides to employ a little magic to aid her vision. A small orb of light begins to form on her palm, illuminating the dark space, which was quite cramped, and she didnt like it one bit, she hated cramped spaces, reminding her all too well of the millenia spent inside the void realm.

Sometimes animals hated to be forced right out of their habitat. But then there are certain moments when they have to leave, for some reasons sometimes very obvious, and sometimes very obscure. One of these obvious reasons was the danger of discovery.

The student had been noisy all through out, making her one very delectable dish indeed. He enjoyed her company, in that make-shift cave of his. Somehow the small pocket wormhole that appeared in that closet aided him in his insatiable appetite. It had obviously been used by some other monster who apparently had a knowledge of the arcane, and seemingly it had forgotten to turn off the occasional trap it had lain. Now he had to go somewhere once again. The student's moaning and other noises had attracted a team of school officials intent on hiding the secret...and intent on finding out the source of the secret. All they had to find was one very dazed, clothed student to quell all the rumors. And that was what he gave them, before he disappeared once again into this pocket wormhole.

Yet somehow upon returning into the dimension in which he hid before he sprung out, he felt someone was opening the closet door once again...which had acted as the door in which the wormhole extended to. Obviously he had no power whatsoever, and the opening of the rift depended on someone opening the door to the closet.

Sometimes rumors are a very bad thing to believe in, or to investigate.

Miko spied around the closet, her palm light creating many shadows inside the room as she swung it around to illuminate the hidden areas around the rumored piece of furniture. All she found so far was a few cents, dust, a button, and some bobby pins.

Surely this piece of furniture couldnt be the sole source of the groundless rumors, so she decides to look about the rest of the room, mentally moving the clutter around, but finding yet more miscellaneous junk, even... a dildo? somebody mustve had fun in here, but what scared them so much as to leave it behind? Well, finders keepers as the mortals say it, wiping the dust off and tucking it behind her skirt.

Now that she pretty much cleared the whole room, all that was left now was the infamous closet. The light in her hand flickered as she stood in front of the closet door, slowly, hesitantly, reaching for the door handle. She forces her palm light to shine ever brighter as the door swings open.

The trouble with pocket wormholes is they aren't controllable. Since this was not his to start with, the openings and closures weren't in his hands. So did the control of the sucking. The only thing he knew was the standard 'Jack-in-the-Box' trap...springing the tentacles out and before he got sucked on the other end he already had his victim in his grasp.

This was the same case, and he had to time the exact moment when he would launch his silent attack.

The door was opening slightly.

It was hard to get a foothold in dimensions like this, most 'specially when you were floating around, and there was really nothing to see. Just void, until that little flash of light which grew bigger as time passes. The reason was that girls tend to see a dark void dimension staring them in the face...and that scared the hell out of most girls.

Tentacles sprouted out, awakening from their dormancy and starts to prepare themselves for the attack.

The door was halfway through.

It was kind of exciting to wait, but timing had to be precise. The back door had begun to suck slightly, which meant another place had been found. He had to bag his prize before he was sucked out again completely.

It was now or never.

And what was behind door number one?

Darkness.

more specifically, a darkness that ate everything, even light. A rift, so to speak, a portal to who knows where in place of shelves and supplies. The great mystery of the closet just got more... mysterious...

Without warning, several tentacles sprang up from this darkness, encasing Miko in their tight grasps. The light in her palm disappears, and the dark is once more upon her. The little girl starts to panic, the lack of light was too... confining... much more than the binding appendages. She desperately tries to re-ignite the mystic light, taking her several tries before she finally succeeds, and in this light she sees that a gargantuan scaled monstrosity has her in its grasp.

The blinding light was like a flash-bang in its wake. The dark had gotten his eyes so used to it that when light flashed upon them, it caused a moment of temporary blindness. But in spite of this he was sure that somewhere in all the confusion he had the girl in his grasp. He felt it with his tentacles. And it is the reason why he felt it safe for him to go along with the flow of where ever this rift would take them next.

Surprisingly it took them to a place where he would not even expect. A cove somewhere on the far reaches of the island, and he thinks no one even knows where this was. There was a cauldron in the middle, bookshelves, and seemingly tools for the arcane...left here by some magic user, more probably the previous owner of this rift he was using.

He almost forgot about his prey, and walked over to where he knew she had crumpled down. In the confusion of the doorway and everything, he had dropped her in the cave as they plopped out of the rift.

There it was, still open, high up in the cave, shining black on black.

They zoomed through the rift at amazing speed, but their exit was a little less graceful. The height from which they exited woudlve surely broken a few of her bones, had it not been for the fact that she was wrapped in the beasts tentacles, cushioning the impact as she landed before they loosened their grip on her, causing her to roll off elsewhere.

It took a moment for her to collect herself, and a quick glance around the dimly lit room reveals that it is some sort of hidey hole for another sorceress, but the few tomes she could spy hinted they were of low level, akin to children in the knowledge of all things mystical.

Then another sound catches her attention as heavy foot steps amke their way towards her. In the dimly lit cove, there wasnt much place to hide, so she quickly scampers over to a corner and balls up, hoping her small stature would be enough to conceal herself from the beasts vision.

Different beakers and flasks of various sizes cluttered the floor. Some broken, other's still brewing. Though it was evident that they were over-brewed...yet he knew these were recent concoctions. The owner might still be using this place, but he or she seems to have abandoned it for some time.

Anyway, looking around, he noticed that the girl he dragged over with him to this area had disappeared. That wasn't good. He decided to investigate and walk around.

The area was huge, but cut off from the rest of the caves he was used to, so she couldn't have made it very far, much less get out of the cave. It was like hide and seek.

" Marco...Polo..." His eerie voice bounced off the walls.

She cowered in that small corner, covering her head with her hands as she kept on hoping it would lose interest in her as she hid away in her little spot.

Yet he kept coming closer, and closer still, calling out as if this was a game to him. If worse comes to worse, she would have to fight him, but with what? steadily, her mind flips through the bank of spells she had at her disposal. The creature was most like aquatic given its moist scaly skin, but it was big, and amphibious, a drought spell should work, but she didnt know if she could manage it.

There might be a chance for escape yet, the shadow loomed to the left, leaving one side fairly open, a small entrance lay some distance away, with any luck, she could avoid this brute and make a swift getaway before he can even turn.

Slowly now, just a little bit closer till she can make her move, then.....

She bolts, scrambling across the cave floor and running as fast as her petite legs could take her, past the beakers, just a bit further till the entrance and hopefuly, safety.

" Polo"

There the girl bolted, for the cave opening which meant salvation for her from a night of hell. Might be hell for her but it would be heaven...oh so nice heaven for the monster. He reached out for her with his tentacle.

It whipped out, one thick tentacle which quickly wrapped around her ankle and grabbed it from under her, and started to pull down on her and on to the monster.

" That's it, little girl, that's it..." He happily repeated as he reeled in the catch.

Miko clawed at the rough floor for something to counter his pulling, the rough cave floor only gave her several scratches on her palm. Her flimsy dress was dragged along the earthen floor, tearing fabric off from her blouse and skirt as she is pulled in like some prized catch.

Several well aimed kicks to the tentacle on her ankle do nothing to loosen is grip as she comes to within a few feet of the beast, Its fishy odor assaulting her nose as it begins to waft around. It was a lot bigger than when she first saw it, dwarfing Miko and her barely foot frame as it towered over her inside the dim cavern hide away.

Her clothes were now now partially torn, her cute underwear peeking from the gaping holes in her dress as she raises her arms to shield herself from anything unexpected.

"Wh...what are you?! are you behind all those disappearances?!

A question, when asked, usually demands some sort of an answer. Sadly the question was so obvious that it became redundant. He did not bother replying; rather he just stared at her as pieces of clothing came off, from being dragged across the floor.

When she was about some inches shy of him he used his tentacles to bind her hands and raise her up. He looked like ha was going to do something, but rather he was in the mood for just surveying. He just wanted to see how she looked like, and what were her features which he would most want to get his hands on.

Her cute undies greatly added to the monster's hunger for her hidden treasures. They had an effect which the girl had hoped would not even manifest in the monster...however he did not know that the girl had some special abilities, albeit minor.

He licked his lips in anticipation, continuing to watch her and her body.

Its silence did not amuse her one bit, nor did it frighten her, in fact, it annoyed and angered her to some extent, she was almost forced into using some witchery on him, but at this range, it would be easily interrupted by anything he did.

She dangled helplessly in its grasp as those eyes looked at her small form, taking in some eye candy before tasting her sweetness afterwards, so it seems. Miko shot the monster and angered glare, she was going to show him that she was no easy treat as she started to kick his abdomen, her leather shoes clacking on its hard scales with each blow.

"Let me go you mindless....THING!"

How brave of her to try and kick him like this.

The girls of the island were brave, that much can be said, but this was what made things even more so wonderful or more eccentric. It was hard enough as it was to chase them...kicking and screaming, now that's a treat.

He hung her upside down as she mustered enough strength to kick him again and again.

" Well, I would, but you see I have this nagging problem that if someone kicks me I tend to go deaf." He spoke in his unearthly voice, which sounded like something from the depths of a well. " How's that for mindless?"