“Let’s move!” Max starts first and we rush past the cafeteria doors and head to the office doors. There are two men standing guard with large guns. Bird throws his boomerang at one of the men, who falls dead to the ground. The other searches the area around him and the last thing he views are our faces before I impale his heart with my drumstick. When I yank it out, there is a “pulp” and a “plop” as I drop his body. Blood quickly inundates him and his partner. I examine my weapon and notice that it is bright red and splintered. I guess the rib cage is really hard to go through… We open the doors and slip in while Max, being so tall, covers the sensor that alerts the bell to ring when the door is opened. I sneak in first, followed by Savonna,
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She hit him in the right lung, pulled out, and penetrates the left. I finished slaughtering the man guarding the hostages and wiped my drum stick on Max’s victim to clean it. My victim didn't have a blood free area… “Why did you say that?” I glanced at Savonna’s victim, who had choked to death on his own blood. “Trying to finish as much as I can on my bucket list.” Savonna sounded as if she might break down and sob. She too, was staring at her victim. Her face was splattered with blood, like a modern day art piece. Trying to hurry out of the room, I untie the hostages. “What about my students? Are they okay? Do you know?” Mrs. Lucero gazes at all of us, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t know. Get outside now and tell SWAT the front office and cafeteria doors are clear. They will retrieve the students and evacuate the school. They are hiding behind the trees where the hill begins to decline. Hurry!” I rush all of the teachers through the doors, but halt Mrs. Mameda and Mrs. Brusuelas. “Please tell my parents I love them. You have their numbers, and you have my dad’s work number. Now go!” They both tried to resist, but guns started to fire. Group 3 is struggling down the hallway, being chased by what looked like the men guarding the teacher’s …show more content…
I huffed and puffed, and I used my stride the best I could. I held my drum stick in stabbing position but almost slipped on blood emitting from the lump. Seeing this triggered something in me I didn't know that I had. I pumped my legs faster than they had ever been pumped. I caught up with the man just in time and started stabbing mercilessly. Over and over again. I impaled, pulled out, impaled, and pulled out again. Each time, I splattered even more blood everywhere. 85% of it landed on me. I just kept stabbing. I didn’t cease until I was pulled off. “What the heck! He was dead 14 punctures ago!” Kristian gave me a rag to clean my face with, but I didn’t use it for my face. I stumbled to the lump on the floor and knelt down next to it. Emily whimpered in pian as I put the rag to her gut. She was hit. That was the only reason I had run so fast. She is going to die becasue that man shot her. Within seconds, the rag was soaked in dark, thick blood. It was still warm from the warmth of her beating heart. I just sat there, not thining about my next move. Emily went limp and I continued to sit still. We were supposed to be high school running buddies. We were supposed to rain together. She was friends with my older sister. Now, she is dead and none of that is going to happen, and none of it matters anymore. “Oh my gosh! Emily!” Jacklynn trolled forward. After a few seconds, I realize my job is not done. I stand and
She hit him in the right lung, pulled out, and penetrates the left. I finished slaughtering the man guarding the hostages and wiped my drum stick on Max’s victim to clean it. My victim didn't have a blood free area… “Why did you say that?” I glanced at Savonna’s victim, who had choked to death on his own blood. “Trying to finish as much as I can on my bucket list.” Savonna sounded as if she might break down and sob. She too, was staring at her victim. Her face was splattered with blood, like a modern day art piece. Trying to hurry out of the room, I untie the hostages. “What about my students? Are they okay? Do you know?” Mrs. Lucero gazes at all of us, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t know. Get outside now and tell SWAT the front office and cafeteria doors are clear. They will retrieve the students and evacuate the school. They are hiding behind the trees where the hill begins to decline. Hurry!” I rush all of the teachers through the doors, but halt Mrs. Mameda and Mrs. Brusuelas. “Please tell my parents I love them. You have their numbers, and you have my dad’s work number. Now go!” They both tried to resist, but guns started to fire. Group 3 is struggling down the hallway, being chased by what looked like the men guarding the teacher’s …show more content…
I huffed and puffed, and I used my stride the best I could. I held my drum stick in stabbing position but almost slipped on blood emitting from the lump. Seeing this triggered something in me I didn't know that I had. I pumped my legs faster than they had ever been pumped. I caught up with the man just in time and started stabbing mercilessly. Over and over again. I impaled, pulled out, impaled, and pulled out again. Each time, I splattered even more blood everywhere. 85% of it landed on me. I just kept stabbing. I didn’t cease until I was pulled off. “What the heck! He was dead 14 punctures ago!” Kristian gave me a rag to clean my face with, but I didn’t use it for my face. I stumbled to the lump on the floor and knelt down next to it. Emily whimpered in pian as I put the rag to her gut. She was hit. That was the only reason I had run so fast. She is going to die becasue that man shot her. Within seconds, the rag was soaked in dark, thick blood. It was still warm from the warmth of her beating heart. I just sat there, not thining about my next move. Emily went limp and I continued to sit still. We were supposed to be high school running buddies. We were supposed to rain together. She was friends with my older sister. Now, she is dead and none of that is going to happen, and none of it matters anymore. “Oh my gosh! Emily!” Jacklynn trolled forward. After a few seconds, I realize my job is not done. I stand and