Icosagon flew under the radar as far as most may be concerned. The whimsical tentacle monster certainly had no claims of greatness to his name, no great experience, status, claims, accomplishments, or connections.

He liked it that way.

And... it was because of this that he was quite surprised to have been called out by a Head Girl; it was late at night when he was approached, and Icosagon was on the prowl. Not for the typical target of nubile women out past curfew... he was stealing books out of the library again.

In retrospect, that might have been how he was found so easily. With a hankerchief tied over his head and hair, the corners meeting under his nose, he pushed open the window and slipped quietly in. No one had seen him...

But someone was waiting for him. He nearly fell over in surprise, stumbling over his own feet before looking at the attractive woman waiting for him. Raising up and back slowly, his diminutive stature hardly imposing, the little monster took a moment to leer while his mind began to turn...

...not an ambush from a girl; he didn't even recognize this one. He'd have remembered her, too. Well, that went without saying, in his case. No point in a succubus ambushing him, was there? Besides, she was familiar...

...ah, that was it. One of the new girls... a new Head Girl, particularly. He memorized all the students' records that the school held, stored with the subtlest use of his shapeshifting talents as encoded data in his genetic structure... a talent very important to what he did, and one he was proud of.

She wanted something from him... that much he was sure of. WIth a woman as sharp as Vera, he went with flattery instead of feigning innocence. Bending over in a bow, one hand tucked against his stomach in a formal motion, he spoke with an ever-cheerful tone. "You are waiting on me...? Do what do I owe the honor of this meeting...?"

She was not necessarily new but rather being a Head Girl gives her some rights of privacy from those pesky hackers. Once a student and now in a position of power, it was time to take advantage of some of the resources available to her.

It was not without risks though. This creature was a wild card to say the least though that can be said about any of the creatures on the island. He sure did not seem that threatening though as he stumbles through the window of the library. Not the brightest bulb. The windows were silent alarmed and there were hidden cameras in all sensitive areas of the school. Cannot study who females react to monster attacks if there was no way to watch them afterall.

Hearing his cheerful greeting, a sharp 'tsk' leaves her lips. She did not want to be around a monster any longer than she needed as that might promote that she was for the taking. "The school has a use for your...skills," she began simply, "Let me begin with that the school is already aware of your thieving ways and will not tolerate them even for a nonhuman. But, I am not here to punish nor to warn. I am here to offer you something to sink your teeth into. Of course I am willing to offer some of the books you are interested in for performing this small task."

Vera steps a bit out into the moonlight, letting the light shine across her unmarred skin and silver hair. An envelope was in her hand. "There is a particular student I wish for you to 'visit'. She has been... Overeager with matters about sex due to her wish to being a pornstar before arriving to the island. Unfortunately, if I was to punish this one she would no doubt would like it and would only make more efforts for me to punish her more. So I have need of your expertise to help, educate this student and show her just how much sex she can really find on this island. Are you interested?"

When Vera found out what I had done I was going to be in trouble. When the admin found out I would surely hear of it. I had to wonder if dear old dad would hear of it. But it was his fault. Stupid professor. How can a white Anglo-Saxon crusader infidel male understand anything about Arabic culture? I was only defending my people, my way…the way I had more or less abandoned anyway. Which would seem stupid of me but it was my heritage and I did not appreciate the disparaging remarks.

So I had said a few things…well…there were those four letter words that Vera seemed so intent on limiting in my speech. But when the anger hit, when He had pushed all my bottoms I could not fucking help myself. Shithead.

I sat in my room, books and clothes strewn about, my fists clenched in anger. It still got to me. I was not some camel like trade good like the shitty professor had insinuated all Arab women are. We are all people and I would not let some bigoted asshole try to tell the rest of the class we were anything but. What a fuck-face.

Well…I had yet to get anything done so certain was I that my ‘punishment’ would begin soon. There were rumors…horrible rumors of things that made me think the tellers were really lost souls and not so smart. I mean there was no way a school punished its students with acts of lewd unwanted sex with fantastic creatures of unheard of ability or stamina. Men…men did not last most times past the first go…let alone a second. All night was a lucky 3 hour ride. I was still surprised that the girls that told these stories actually thought the rest of us would believe them. Stupid bitches. Still…it made me shack a little to know I would be in trouble.

Icosagon leans back slowly, his arms hanging limply behind him as he became an arch with his fingers nearly brushing against the floor. In that weird and awkward pose he remained, listening as Vera filled him in.

A wannabe porn star? He was reminded of that one heavy-chested ditzy blonde... fun, but quite a problem for him, too. Suddenly, he snapped forwards, snapping out like a pole, arms overhead. Looking straight at her face from this sudden motion, he let out a whistle. He could already picture the girl... in her room, waiting and unaware of just what was going to happen to her, perhaps nervous as she waited for the punishment she was to be given... but naive to what it could really be.


No, wait, he couldn't picture her; he had no clue what she looked like.

"Oh...? That sounds like quite a favor. Don't you feel guilty at all, sending me after one of your precious fellow students?" He began to sway side to side, his arms rolling in a constant rolling motion like waves at sea. "I could do it for you... but... what would I get in return?"

...what the hell kind of question was THAT?

Vera merely gazed as the man's body bent like a gymnast. Once he snapped back up like a bent twig being released, her jaw clenched knowing that this creature was not taking her seriously. If it were not for the dampeners, she would have enjoyed teaching this one a thing or two about respect.

Her eyes narrow as the being's flesh seemed to roll and swell as if things were slithering underneathe the skin. She could care less about what he thinks of her for sending students to be punished. That was her job and it was required to keep control of the more rebellious students. His question of price was annoying as she already mentioned the offer and price. The Head Girl was not here to play games.

"As I already mentioned before, you will be able to continue 'checking out' books from the library here as long as they are returned and undamaged," she replied cooly, "As well as the opportunity to feast and enjoy the flesh of another student of the school without searching for one. But if that is not enough to entice you, I will find another monster who is more interested in the troublesome student."

"Oh... too harsh, little lady." He waved off her 'suggestion'. "I'd be delighted to do as you wish. I was just wondering if you really wanted to do this... or if it was just a personal whim."

"But... I can do this out of the goodness of my heart. Consider it a favor owed later... or not, if you are going to be rude. Sound fair?" He steps back, flopping down on the open window's sill... and then he falls back out of sight.

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He would have to have a talking to with that Head Girl later. Politeness was next to cleanliness... on the other side from 'godliness' of course.

He probably should have asked about the student, precisely... but he already had an idea of who it was. If he was wrong... well, Vera could fret about it all she wanted, he didn't really care! He would have to deal with her anyway, soon...


But for now, work came before fun. Coming to the outside of Cala's dorm room, he settled down below. It was going to be a stormy night, judging by the clouds above... and he was patient.

He would not have to wait for too long; soon, the winds began to blow, rustling trees standing tall in the dark night, and the stormclouds broke. As the rain began to fall... pitter-pattering on the windows and rooftops, he watched the light from Cala's dorm room and waited for it to turn out...

The soft pitter patter of rain upon the window always helped me sleep just that much better and lately seemed to keep the nightmares away ever since my “reward”. Several results had come out of that encounter: I never wanted to be in a porn picture, I never wanted to have “weird’ sex again, Vera claimed he was never supposed to do those things to me and so I was uncertain if I was to trust her, and I knew …knew I never wanted to be punished. I had heard the rumors and could not believe them, but then…my reward had not been that much fun so who knew what horrors could be true.

Now I had nightmares, occasionally, but with the rain to put me to sleep. Tomorrow Vera would call on me and rightly so. I should have held my tongue. She would no doubt use that wicked tongue of hers to dress me down a bit. I would also have some sort of punishment. It, however, was not fair since the professor had no idea what he was talking about and I was right. Still, I should have held my tongue. …shit.

Pulling the white cotton sheets down I curled up in the small twin bed in my PE shorts and T-shirt. I had decided that if the school didn’t issue it I probably didn’t need it. However, one of these days I might have to get a pair of shorts and T’s just to sleep in. Until that day, it was a sort of rebellion to do without anything else since the powers to be had all my other clothes. I would not give them the satisfaction of knowing I missed my stuff. No…make them wonder….

And with that the room plunged into darkness, the colors stolen from my sight. Outside the soft drum of water still echoed of my window. Vera called for me, but I dodged into my class, a swirl of long skirts that flowed about my ankles. If she couldn’t find me I might not get punished….

As the lights went out, he slowly rose to his feet. From what he had seen, she didn't act the way he expected... something had shaken her, disturbed her quite a bit. 'Someone put her through the wringer, eh... that's nice of them.' Slowly, he swayed back and forth on his feet, pondering this development. He'll have to take a different tack...

...more the pity. As she lay, curled up in her bed, beneath her sheets, he stretched upwards... reaching her window. But he didn't open it, not yet; first, he pulled himself slowly to the sill, and peered over the edge of it at her. Still silent, asleep... probably haunted by some memories... ones he'd get to ask about.

Maybe she'd surprise him, show some mettle or manipulation; if this wasn't her first experience with the twisted nature of this school, she'd have the shock behind her. She'd not be able to put him to the test, but it might be enough to show something for herself. Unless... she really hadn't run into something like him yet...

In which case, she'd completely freak out. Admittedly, that could be a lot of fun.

"Either way... in we goes." He spoke it aloud, a second before he slid open the window to her room loud enough for her to hear. Pulling himself in, he squatted in a crouch right on the windowsill, smirking down at the sleeping subject. While he looked like a young male intruder, sneaking into a nubile young woman's bedroom... there was much more at play here than that.

"Please don't tell me you've settled into sleep alreeeaaaadyyy..." Icosagon spoke in a loud whisper, his hands hanging down in front of him, dangling into her room.

The patter of rain became louder, the breeze ruffling the light cotton sheet that covered me as I tossed in the uncomfortable bed. Vera no doubt did not have a spring digging into her back in that nice plush apartment atop the building. But I was in trouble with Vara no doubt and that made sleeping difficult at best, and her voice a nightmare in my dreams. Dreams of open windows an salty breezes. Dreams of dark shadows as my eyes fluttered open.

The room was warmer; moister than it should be as I looked upwards towards the window and the strange grey shadows that should not be there. My heart sped, hammering in my chest as I bolted upwards and pulled the sheets tightly across my body. The scream tore through the small room, echoing off the walls like some insane haunting cry of a wounded animal.

It had to be that stupid psycho from the basement…if he got closer I would surely kick him straight in the balls and then get campus security while he rolled on the floor.

“Get the fuck out of here you psycho bastard” I yelled, the scream still raw in my throat as I scootched back in the bed till my back could go no further against the wall. Cala…think fast girl….

“I have a gun….Come any closer and I will shoot you, you sick fuck. “ I pointed my finger under the sheet in his direction in desperation. Shit….

Icosagon tilted his head and smirked at the resounding scream from Cala, leaning forwards on his perch much like a bird. It was a terrified, horrified cry... of pure, insane fear.

He didn't move from that spot, giving her the time she needed to regain her thoughts and try something. "Go ahead." Even if she had a gun, he wasn't too worried... but in reality, his dismissive comment was made because he knew she didn't have one.

With her mind teetering on the edge of sanity, fear overwhelming her, Ico decided to play with her uneasy, desperate state a little more. "Although I haven't come any closer since you noticed me... yet." A grin crossed his face at the last... an unfriendly, amused, and downright despicable grin. Not a menacing one, but she was already on the edge as it was.

"...besides menacing me with that fire-arm of yours... I hear you've been a very troublesome gir..." He trailed off meaningfully, raising his eyebrows as he watched her teeter, already knee-deep in panic. Would she recoup, or wouldn't she?

Hairs rouse and the back of my neck as he spoke for this was not the voice of the man Vera had introduced me too. No, this voice I had not heard before, but even so his actions, words, and tone left me little doubt as too his possible motives for being in my room. So far though the deception of gun play had held.

“Troublesome or not the school rules clearly state that professors or staffs are not allowed in the dormitories at any time. I suggest you leave before I have to put a hole…a big hole in you.” Maybe I should have stopped at hole, I mean I knew next to nothing about guns in spite American preoccupation that all us Arabs did was prepare for the eventual destruction of the western dream by their hand. I almost wished I had trained as a terrorist right then and there, this grey lump in my window might just get what he deserved had I….

Hopefully it was not against school rules to have guns, knives, or any other sort of paraphernalia in your room for self protection. I suppose I should have read more of that stupid student handbook, but I never read those things. If nothing else that made me the average American and I was proud of that.

And if he did not buy into the gun thing, what then? Shhhiiiitttt…..

He hummed lowly as she threatened him, tilting his head and blinking. "Sounds impressive..." The figure was swaying slowly, left and right now as he watched her. Finally, he blinked.

"If it's a big enough caliber to put a 'big hole' in me though, it's gonna break your wrists to shoot. 'specially in that position... and the kick means you're probably just going to shatter your window." Well, maybe not at that range, but it wasn't like she knew that... like how he probably shouldn't know that she didn't have a firearm under there.

But he paid attention to the rules and regs of the campus... most of them. Whistling lowly, he looked around her room speculatively. "And you keep the sucker loaded? Most people with guns keep them in a box, up high... not loaded, but with ammo in the same box. For people breaking in... but you say you slept with it? Pretty daring, without the safety on. Are you some kinda action girl, then?"

He had no problems playing along for now... after all, it meant she could hold a conversation without completely freaking out. That much was fun... not to mention the fun it'd be when she realized he wasn't falling for it.

Like I said…’shit’; His shifty eyes regarding me with a bit of humor as he spoke. That bode none too well for me. It was like I was being toyed with, and yet it was a trap all my own making. There was no going back, no options when some man enters your room and you threaten to kill him with your finger. At least so far it was keeping him at bay. I missed home right then, this would never have happened there. Daddy would not have allowed it too for it was his sacred duty to protect me from other men. SO much for all that advertised campus mumbo-jumbo on security as well, seems it was a bit lacking at the moment.

Might as well try to keep up the ruse even though I had no idea what I was talking about. “yeah, it will be a BIG hole in you and it only needs to be one. Daddy took his daughter to one of them places were you learn to shoot guns and I got real good. “ something seemed missing but it sort of made sense…fathers did that sort of thing in America…at least I thought they might.

“and well the safety is real quite like, you must have missed that part when you were coming through the window. So yes, the fucking action girl will blow a big hole in that wide chest of yours if you come any closer.” Whatever a safety was, though it seemed they should make them quite.

“I don’t have any treasures in the room, but you are welcome to take the school uniforms…or the school computer, but I suggest you get out of here real fast like since the school security is probably on their way right now…I do scream loudly don’t I” I beamed with that one…pride at something I might have done right. Well two things…the fake gun was keeping him at bay. Scream and gun, hopefully I would never again have to use either of them. Yeah, I was a fucking action girl, watch me do Yoga!

Icosagon tilted his head at her, watching her as wheels spun and thoughts raced. And then came her reply; he couldn't help but grin at her. She had some daring to her... he wasn't sure if it was enough... certainly not enough for his 'project', but he was a little bit impressed.

"Y'know, you can offer to put a big hole in me, but that's kinda unnecessary." Then he did something that unnerved her... he tilted his head down, looking down at himself, and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. Pulling it up so it went past his shoulders, he revealed...

She couldn't even say WHAT, or WHY for a second. It just stopped her mind in its tracks. Where his chest should be, there was a massive oval hole, almost as tall as a dinner plate. She could see right through him, out the back and under what of his shirt was raised in the back. Enough to see the world beyond.

What the HELL?! He let the shirt fall back down, smirking at her devilishly.

"So... I don't think I need any more holes. Thanks anyway... I do like action girls... it's been raining out there, y'know? Better to be inside, I figure." He didn't look wet... maybe there were a few spots of dampness, but not like he had been sitting out there for a while. Although, he could have an umbrella outside somewhere...

"...and speaking of inside... aren't you that troublesome girl... Cala? I hear you've been a very bad girl..."

The scream tried to claw its way up and out of my throat, strangling me in the process as I fought against its rising. Panic….full of fury tried to claim my mind and body. I dropped the gun and with both hands clutched at the sheets with white knuckles at the horror before me. Pulling the sheets up over my face like a burka I hid all but my eyes from the creature, unable to tear them away from this apparition.

Was I dreaming? No….never a dream where I could feel my heart beating in my chest till it hurt. Never a dream where I could feel the cold sweat running down my body. Never a dream where my body trembled uncontrollably beneath the sheets.

Pushing myself backwards I hit the solid wall. Slowly I gathered my trembling legs beneath me, shifting under the things leering grin. Male, female, it was not….it was an it, undeniable nonhuman and scaring the shit out of me.

Opening my mouth I tried to bring forth the words, but they refused to come. The air stuck in the back of my mouth. I gulped…flapping useless lips that felt numb from cold. My tongue refused to wiggle all thick and swollen in my mouth. Finally….finally a sound escaped…

“Flllirpppttttt” Not at all what I meant to say……fuck me…..