Chad instinctively scampered along the bank of lockers, and climbed them with his now clawed feet. He could feel the paint scratching off beneath his nails. He lay flat on the bank of lockers and tried to become invisible. His skin changed color to match the wall behind the lockers.
"What the hell!" shouted the coach rushing toward the commotion that Chad had made. He looked at the shredded clothing, scratched benches, and dented and scratched lockers, and cursed softly, "Vandals." He shook his head. He looked left and right. He saw Chad out of the corner of his eye on top of the lockers, but he didn't perceive him. "Damn," he muttered, "I wish they'd let me put cameras in the locker room to prevent this kind of shit. Yeah, I know the child porn laws. But hey this is vandalis- never mind."
He added the never mind, after he realized he was speaking out loud, and three or four guys had come to see what the noise had been.\
"Nothing to see here! Just some vandals banged up the lockers. Go back to what you're doing. I need to file a report. Probably should take pictures too."
He headed back to his office to get his school issued camera to document the damage. He wasn't about to get accused of taking snaps with his cellphone in the locker room.
By the book.
Chad wanted to sigh. He could hear a couple guys talking.
"What dya think did this?"
"Chains, and a baseball bat. See the scratch marks, it had several points of contact, like links in a chain bouncing off it. Not a nail, or spiked weapon," said Anthony.
"Okay, Sherlock, who?"
"Well, it's Chad's locker and his names on that shredded jockstrap, so I'd say somebody who didn't like Chad?"
They walked away talking. A cockroach skittered along the top of the lockers.
SWOP!
Without even thinking, Chad extended his tongue toward the cockroach, and enveloped it. CRUNCH.