Zippy Zipperdale: Moderately Mad Scientist--The Third Experiment

Third chapter of this increasingly disastrous project. I know I want to do at least up to chapter seven, but at this point its unlikely I'll continue it beyond that, everyone hates it too much. Anyways, this one clocks in at about 18 pages, Zippy begins to excel in her classes enticing irate jealousy from Cristobel who plots his revenge.

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ZIPPY ZIPPERDALE:

MODERATELY MAD

SCIENTIST--

THE THIRD EXPERIMENT

By Hardcover

Late at night in the long dark hallway leading away from the school library, one Zippy Zipperdale strolled along surrounded by her friends on either side. Specifically, she was with her room mate Lizzy Malaria, and the Farrell Twins Katjia and Nadjia. As had been their general rule ever since Cristobel’s attempted kidnapping and experimentation, no one in the group went anywhere, especially late at night, without a few other to watch their back. The danger was very real, for who knew what demented ideas Bell, or any one of the other students for that matter, might have in mind for an unsuspecting “volunteer” in the glorified insane asylum that Zippy now called her school.

They strolled along, chatting amiably as was their way, when Zippy suddenly noticed something as she passed an intersecting hallway. She stopped, looking into the darkened hall, at the very end.

“Hey, what’s that?” She asked.

The others came over, looking where she had pointed.

“What’s what?” Lizzy asked unemotionally as always.

“I thought I saw something at the end of the hall.” Zippy explained.

Squinting her eyes and peering into the gloom, Lizzy said, “I don’t see anything now.”

“I could have sworn I saw something down there; just for a second.” Zippy insisted.

Both twins got down on all fours and leaned into the hall, sniffing the air, their sensitive nostrils flaring as they searched for an unusual scent. They found nothing.

The four of them continued on their way, but Zippy kept looking back over her shoulder. She was sure she had seen something at the end of that hall, just for a moment: A large man like shadow that scurried down the passageway hunched over like some simian beast, but with wide saucer like eyes that reflected, just for a moment, in the otherwise stark darkness.

The city was quiet in the early afternoon; its large modern skyscrapers towering above it, catching the rays of the sun in their windows so that they seemed to almost sparkle with life. All was quiet and normal as cars moved endlessly along the many freeways and one or two planes flew overhead. The city sprawled out like they often do, separated in several districts, connected by