Tales of a Brown-Haired Freak

It's been 2 semesters since the kidney was last spotted and the students had finally begun to return to their lives. Sure, there were the memories - the sleepless nights and the tears when physiology seemed all to close and the morning too distant. But it was in the past now, and they were learning to move on, if not forget. They would never forget.

That, of course, it when it chose to strike. It had been waiting, patiently biding its time in the shadows, getting to know its enemies. That had been it's mistake last time, but it wouldn't make it again. Never coming close enough to be spotted, the kidney watched, and waited, and plotted. Now, the time was right.

With the students happy about defeating micro and their guards down in the wake of a week of short classes, the kidney knew the time had come to enact its revenge.

Stealthily, it infiltrated the path department and began to work its evil on the minds of the professors there, slowly bending their wills to its desires. When the department was fully subverted, it sent them out to find the students and defeat them, one by one.

It was only a matter of time.