Run for the garage

You have to get away from the compound if you are going to help locate your other pupils. If you can find a vehicle in the garage it will be much easier. Before you can do that you have to get out of your kit. Your soaking clothes have gone skin tight. You peel everything off, a layer at a time, until you are naked and shivering. Your fat nipples are so hard they hurt and your pale skin is prickled with gooseflesh. You can still hear that horrible mouther crashing around searching for you and no doubt Frankenstein has realized you escaped and sent his minions out searching for you.

You set off for the garage, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. When an ATV rumbles past full of Frankenstein's hooded soldiers you press yourself a bit painfully into the branches of a rose bush. The thorns prick at your bare flesh and draw blood from your breasts and thighs. You realize that the plant is actually moving, slowly trying to wrap you up in its thorny branches. You pull away quickly, dragging the thorns in long scratches down your arms and legs. Frankenstein has released his full horrors upon this island. You can only hope your pupils haven't faced nearly as much difficulty as you.

Following one of the side streets, you duck into a maintenance room. There is a work coverall that just barely fits your curves. You zip the gray material up, with difficulty, over your large breasts. Your nipples strain the fabric beneath the Paisley insignia and no mechanic would have your wide hips and shapely bum. You also find a smelly, sweat-stained cloth cap hanging from a hook You push up your brown hair under the cap and screw the brim down onto your head. The mud smeared on your face helps lend you the appearance of a machinist, which will at least hide your identity, although you suspect the disguise won't fool Frankenstein's supernatural minions.

Still barefoot, mud squishing between toes, you make your way between buildings to the garage. There is a large fueling station just outside the huge garage doors on the long building. There is a small pedestrian entrance. You creep closer, alert for any signs of trouble. You spot some of Frankenstein's soldiers on patrol, but they are at the far end of the building. You take a deep breath, hoping there is no alarm on the door, and you grab the handle, wrenching it open and stepping quickly inside.

The garage smells of greased machinery and fuel. The space is wide open and all of the bays are empty. Your heart sinks, but in the back of the garage you spot a small, fat-tyred four-wheeler. It is caked in mud and the exposed shocks look rusty, but it looks like it has been used fairly recently. You start across the garage, heading for the vehicle, when a figure emerges from the shadow of the small manager's office. It is a handsome, but bedraggled man in a soiled gentleman's suit of antique design. His cuffs are unbuttoned and stained with blood. With his face so unshaven you hardly recognize him, but you cannot forget those dark, haunted eyes.

"Professor Hyde," you say.

"Yes," he says. "And I suspect you are not here to fix an engine, Headmistress Swift."

"We have to get out of here."

"I am afraid that is not a possibility for you," says Hyde. "It pains me to admit that I now work for Dr. Frankenstein. I suggest you surrender to me so we can return you to his custody. I will be far easier on you than those creatures he keeps as pets."

So Hyde has gone over to Frankenstein's camp? Another traitor? Hyde was always a friend, if a bit distant. You know his past. He is a killer. He murdered his wife while experimenting with a growth serum. In a rage inspired by the serum they say he tore her limb from limb, but the truth is even worse than that. The serum did not just enhance aggression, but sexual aggression.

"Have you been taking your medicine?" you ask.

"I'm afraid I've just run out. So you'd better not make me cross, Miss Swift, or I might just do something we will both regret."

There is a surefire way to prevent him from changing into his monstrous alter ego. Sex, before he changes. Not such a bad proposition if you can manage to seduce him. In his human form he is also much weaker and less skilled than you. A quick blow to the head might give you enough time to escape before the change transforms him into something dangerous.