Chapter 114
Chris and Sue, both members of the school's cheerleading squad, were supposed to perform a warm-up routine before the school's football team took the field.
However, both of them were feeling somewhat distracted.
Because Carrie hadn't shown up today!
Sue's eyes were filled with resentment. "What's going on? She's never taken a day off before!"
Since the incident with Tommy, Sue had become the laughingstock of the school overnight. While no one dared to mock her face-to-face, there were plenty of whispers and snickering behind her back.
This was because, when Tommy was pursuing Carrie, Sue had told her friends that she had instructed Tommy to do it as a way to help Carrie "graduate from her innocence."
But who could have expected that Carrie, the source of all this disaster, would end up causing Tommy's death? And now Sue looked like a fool, having pushed her beloved man to his doom. At the same time, she became the butt of everyone's jokes at school.
And to make matters worse, Sue was pregnant with Tommy's child!
It was all Carrie's fault. Carrie had to pay for what she had done!
"How would I know?" Chris replied sarcastically.
Unlike Sue, Chris's hatred for Carrie had diminished over the past few days because Carrie had inadvertently helped Chris. Sue had become the school's joke, which had allowed Chris to rise in status and become the most popular girl at school—the new school queen.
Because of this, Chris had turned down Sue's earlier idea of throwing acid at Carrie, as that would be illegal and unnecessary.
But pig's blood? That was just gross enough without being too extreme.
"I'm worried the pig's blood we hid in the restroom might have started to congeal by now," Chris remarked.
"Don't worry. If it has, we can always slaughter another pig and get fresh blood. I've got people keeping an eye out for Carrie, and they'll let us know as soon as she shows up. Worst case, we'll just lure her out ourselves," Sue replied, still anxious.
"How are we going to lure her out? She doesn't even have a phone. She's like a total freak!" Sue snapped.
Before Chris could respond, they were interrupted by a shout.
"Girls, are you ready? Time to warm up!"
It was the coach, calling them to the field to start their routine.
"We're coming!" Chris called back, standing up quickly and giving a half-hearted explanation to Sue. "Let's do the performance first, then we'll talk."
Sue, still simmering with anger, followed her onto the field. The two joined the rest of the team and took their positions, preparing to run out onto the field.
As the energetic music began to play, the cheerleaders, full of youthful vitality, took the stage.
Their tanned skin, glistening with sweat, combined with their seductive dance moves, crop tops, and short skirts, ignited the atmosphere of the crowd.
Then, it was time for the school's football team to make their entrance.
The players' girlfriends, who were also in the cheerleading squad, exchanged flirtatious waves and blown kisses. But Chris and Sue stood awkwardly in place—Chris's boyfriend Billy and Sue's boyfriend Tommy were both dead.
"What a bunch of shameless sluts," Chris muttered jealously.
Hearing this, Sue shot her a look of disgust. She thought back to how, when Billy was still alive, Chris would always flaunt her relationship at games, publicly making out with him. One time, Chris had even run onto the field nearly naked to give Billy a handjob when she was caught up in the moment.
The game began, and the crowd's cheers surged and roared.
Even the security guard stationed at the school gate could hear the excitement.
"This is youth for you," he mused. "I used to be the star of the football team myself, until I took a shot to the knee."
While he was reminiscing, a strange smell suddenly caught his attention.
He stuck his head out of the guardhouse and saw a massive figure approaching the campus—a man carrying a dead pig over his shoulder and holding an axe. Behind him followed an old pig.
"Stop right there! Who are you?" the security guard shouted, stepping forward to block the man's path.
Dave, startled by the question, hesitated and looked unsure of what to do. The old pig behind him, however, urged him on.
"Kill him, Dave. Just like how humans kill us. There's nothing to worry about."
But Dave remained conflicted, his eyes darting around, avoiding the guard's gaze.
Seeing Dave standing there like a confused giant, the guard wasn't too concerned. He walked up and sized Dave up, thinking to himself that with his physique and the way he moved, this guy could have been a real star on the football team—a real force to be reckoned with.
But why was he carrying a dead pig and an axe? And what was with the old pig following him? Was he here to deliver meat or something? The guard was almost certain that was Dave's purpose.
As long as he wasn't carrying a suspicious black bag, the guard decided to let him through.
So, he stepped aside. "Go on in, just make sure to let us know next time before you show up. Lucky for you, you ran into me."
With that, the guard returned to his post, not giving Dave another thought.
Dave, confused by the guard's easy acceptance, had been ready to knock him out if necessary. But this way was easier—no conflict. The old pig, however, was a bit disappointed that they didn't get to shed blood.
"Hurry up, Dave. I can smell Beave's blood. The ones who killed her are definitely in the school!" the old pig urged.
Pigs have an extremely sharp sense of smell, about twice as strong as a dog's.
"Okay," Dave nodded, following the old pig's lead as they headed towards the field.
As they approached the field, more and more people gathered—students and parents alike. Everyone who saw Dave looked stunned, their faces showing a mixture of disgust and fear.
"A monster!"
"He smells terrible!"
"What's a guy like that doing at school, carrying a pig, no less?"
Some parents complained, "Where's the school security? Why is this guy just walking around here with an axe?"
Every remark made Dave's unease grow. All those eyes on him felt like piercing rays, burning into his skin like a magnifying glass focusing sunlight.
"Kill them, Dave. That axe isn't just for show. They're all laughing at you, calling you a pig in human clothes."
But Dave kept reminding himself of his purpose: vengeance, not mindless violence. These people hadn't spilled Beave's blood.
Before long, a teacher noticed what was happening and shouted, "Who are you? Stop right there! Why are you on school grounds? We're calling the police!"
Hearing the commotion, the school's security team began moving in closer.
"We have to act fast, Dave. Otherwise, you'll lose your chance for revenge. I'll lead the way!" the old pig urged, charging toward the field.
Dave followed quickly.
"They're heading for the field! There are students there! Call the police, now!"
"Someone stop them! Don't let them reach the field!"
A few parents shouted, but no one made a move to actually intervene. They all backed away quickly.
How could they stop him? There was no way!
Dave, with his massive frame, was like a human tank. People scattered as he approached.
One person tried throwing a trash can in his path, but Dave smashed it with a single kick, flattening the metal with ease.
"What the hell is he trying to do?"
Meanwhile, on the field, the crowd of students, teachers, and parents enjoying the game were completely unaware. Suddenly, they saw a large pig charging toward the field, followed by an even larger man carrying a dead pig over his shoulder.
"What's going on? Is he here to catch the pig that got loose?"
Everyone was baffled, whispering among themselves.
All the stares made Dave uncomfortable. His body stiffened.
"Dave, there they are! Those cheerleaders—they're the ones who killed Beave!" the old pig screamed.
Hearing this, Dave's fury reignited. He looked toward the cheerleaders resting at the far end of the field.
"Roar!"