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It all started off with a bang. A rather loud bang that echoed through our schools hallway. By then, we were under our desks, stressing as the footsteps came closer to our door. I held my breath. Could this all be happening? Could this all be happening to me? I switched my leg positions as I sat on the floor, listening intently.
"Why do you think they're here?" Amy whispered over to me, tilting her head to the side. I shrugged. I couldn't really feel like talking. Not at a time like this. How was she so calm?
I could tell parinoia was comming upon me now. We sat, listened, as the footsteps faded away from our classroom. Our teacher panicked as this was a chance to escape.
"Hurry! This way!" She whispered, stress on her brow. I could only shrug. I was so numb right now.
She ripped open the window as we all started scrambling out silently. I was the very last, not considering the danger. I hopped out. Into the hallway, of course. I looked to eaither side. Everyone just dissapered. I gasped. Where did they go? I was alone now? He started quickly down the hallway, jogging at my own pace. I didn't feel any danger.
All of a sudden, another BANG echoed the hallways, as I heard somthing hit the floor. It was muffled as some kind of liquid was running onto the floor. I froze. This was it. I was going to die.
I ran to the nearest door, closing it quickly, and locking it. I leaned against it as I slid down slowly onto my butt. "Oh God..." I whispered quietly. Then I heard someone gasp.
"Alex? Is that you?" I heard James, my friend from Algebra call my name.
"Yeah. Where are you? I can't see anything. Let me turn on the lights..."
"NO! Do you want to get caught?!" He almost screamed at me in a whisper, catching my hand and holding it to my side. "Don't be so ignorant." He scoffed.
I let that slide. I wasn't in the mood for insults. Or for the fact, to say anything back. We were in danger. "How do we get out of here?" He twiched, starting to lose it again.
"I don't know." He mumbled, turning around. "I've been here for a few minutes, looking for an exit. But I can't..."
We held our breath. We could hear people talking, in a language we didn't understand. I knew in an instant; it was a terrorist attack. People must already be on our way to come save us, the Navy, Army, SWAT, something! I fell to my knees, forgeting to breath.
"Breath, Alex!" I took a breath, holding it again. Suddenly I forgot how to breath. It finally struck me. They didn't know we were in danger. They wern't comming. I finally took another breath, standing up to face James.
"We have to do something." I breathed, looking around the room. "Call someone." I scrambled around the cluttered desks of the empty classroom and reached for the phone. Nothing.
"I already tried that." James sighed, pulling his hair from his eyes. "It's useless."
I stood there, dumbstruck. Escape the window again? That's all there is. I ran over to it, looking out it silently. "We stick togeather. Got it?" I mumbled, hopefully he could hear me. I popped the screen silently, leading to the basket ball court. There were people everywhere. With guns. I felt my stomach lurch. I swollowed it back down silently.
"There's and opening, to the left." James whispered in my ear, pointing slightly. It looked like we had a chance. I climbed onto the small shelf, and jumped down the window, taking off the the left when I got my balance back. I hide behind the wall, panting softly.
I looked over and saw James comming out, then he trotted over to me. We nodded at each other, then looked on the other side of the wall, to the parking lot for teachers. There was a van. A large van. And it looked empty.
"James? Can you drive?" I asked him, turning to him silently.
He shrugged. "I can. When I feel like it."
I was about to expload. "Do you feel like it now?!" I grinded my teeth togeather. He then nodded, as we looked left, to right. Clear. We ran to the van. Me, hopping into the passenger seat, and him into the drivers seat. He started the ignition, and hit the gas pedal. We surved as we tried to get through the gate, running it over as we left. We were on the wrong side of school to get out. We had to go around. I looked around the car, for somthing to protect ourselfs with. I looked at my feet. There was a gun, rather large. I always used to go hunting with my father, but I never used somthing like this.
"What are you doing with that?" James asked as he started his way around, people now running after us. Not with guns yet.
"Protecting ourselfs." I hissed, opening the gun. It was loaded. I shut it, then cocked it. I pointed it ahead of us. Sure enough, here came some people with guns, shouting at us. Probably cursing no doubt. I put my finger on the trigger.
"Are you sure?" I heard James say, tightining his fingers around the wheel. I nodded silently. It wasn't murder. It was protection.
They started shooting. I shot right back. I ducked slightly under and so did James. He kept his eye on the road as I kept my eye on the body count. Six so far for myself.
The gate was closed ahead, them no doubt, as James hit it. We rammed right through the gate into the nearly-empty street, and started driving to the police station.
We pulled up and didn't care about the van. People were staring at us as we ran inside.
"Our school!" James managed to cry out to them as he had a breath. They all froze and stared at us.
"Our school..." I reapeated, pointing in the general direction. "It's... under.... attack..." And at that moment, the office finally seemed busy. Everyone was calling everybody who was anybody and officers were getting their vests on.
"Don't worry, you kids." The cheif of the police, I believe, said. "You're safe here." I didn't dwell on those words. He was going to be in danger.
They took us to the back room and sat us down. The front desk women gave us an apple that she cut in half for us as he nibbled it silently. I killed a total of seven men, while James, driving, killed two. We stared silently into nothing. We felt guilty, yet safe and right at the same time.
I finished my apple and threw the core into the trashcan, and sat back down. We heard the radio going. On, and on which seemed like and eternity. Then finally, somthing cought our attention.
"All terrorists have been contained. I repeat: All terrorists have been contained!" Me and James stared at each other. The whole time. We were right. We smiled slightly, like we couldn't help it. He held up his fist and I hit his with mine.
"We're hero's, bro." He said, smugly.
"Yeah. I know." I smiled. This was just a great day. I almost got killed, I killed people, and I made it out alive, saving almost everyone in our school. But I couldn't help but wonder. Who was the one that died?
- by iMindPhuck |
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- | Submitted on 11/14/2008 |
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- Title: When Things Go Wrong
- Artist: iMindPhuck
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I dunno. I guess I just decided to type for the hell of it. :] I hope you like what I came up with.
~Morgan - Date: 11/14/2008
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- XxXVoiceInsideMyHeadXxX - 12/30/2010
- I loved it!! but, when the class jumped into the hallway and they disappeared, how did the lights turn off? Were they already off? How did he see the blood if the lights were off? These were just some things that popped into my head as i read this. It was a great story though. I loved the message behind it. You should really write more.
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- Injected With Demononics - 01/17/2009
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I love it Morgie.
You should write more.
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