"Landy, are you okay?" The bitch who was sitting beside me had been looking at me ever since I got on the bus—she was still adamant on keeping her role.
'Don't worry, bitch. I am happy I can make a hole in you later,' was what I wanted to say, but I held myself back. "I am fine. Just glad that I can return to school." She nodded her head in acceptance, as she already knew about my mother's death like everyone else.
Upon arriving at school, my heart pumped the blood through my whole body enthusiastically. My vision became clearer, and it was getting harder to suppress a manic grin from forming on my face.
Quickly hiding myself in the toilet, I waited until the bell rang. I needed to be the last one who entered the class just so my plan could be executed. Five minutes after the bell rang, I came out of the toilet, and looked for the janitor.
Upon meeting the janitor, I called him out. "Mr. Smith! Where is the key to our classroom? Mr. Wilson is frustrated he can't unlock the door."
"But, the classroom isn't supposed to be locked..."
"Well, why am I even here if it's not locked?"
"O-Oh, yeah. Let me open—"
"Just give me the key. You still have something to do, don't you?" I smiled at the janitor.
The janitor was reluctant at first, but he gave me the key in the end. With a happy hum, I skipped on the way to Mark's class. "Excuse me, Miss. Watson. Can I borrow Mark for a second? Mr. Wilson wants to talk to him."
I knew Miss. Watson well, so she just agreed without a fuss. Mark stood up from his seat, then followed me in puzzlement. "Why do you have guitar on your back, pussy?" He harassed me in the way, but I showed him no particular reaction.
Upon arriving in front of my classroom, I turned my head to him. "Mr. Wilson is quite pissed, so don't ask him about too many things." Mark only responded me with a grunt, implying that he got what I said.
Opening the door, I entered the class wordlessly with Mark in tow. Mr. Wilson quirked his eyebrow at the two of us, but I was quick to open my mouth. "Mr. Wilson, the headmaster is calling you." free webnov el.com
"What does he need of me?" He glanced at Mark briefly with a 'what the fuck are you doing here?' face, before turning his head at me.
I shrug. "He says it has something to do with the 'thing.' I don't understand that much, but I think—"
"Alright, that's enough. I will meet Mr. Lewis right away." He waved his hand frantically. Looking at my classmates, he said, "I'll be going for a while, so don't cause a riot!" With another glance at Mark, he left the classroom quickly.
I didn't actually know about the "thing," but I could easily put Barnum effect into practice. Just like any other adults, he, too, had secrets.
I merely said something general about anything possibly related to him as if I really know what I was talking about. The rest was his mind doing; it concluded that I really knew about the thing, leaving him frantic.
"Yo, do I have to wait for him?" Judging by his tone, I was sure Mark was annoyed. "Well, whatever." He went to Brianna's seat, and sat on her desk. "Hello, sweetheart. How are you?"
Gasps of surprise were let out of the people's mouth, as they looked at me and Brianna alternatingly; most of them didn't know what was actually happening between the two of them.
Brianna was glancing at me awkwardly from time to time, but I merely smiled at her. Walking to the door, I inserted the key the janitor had given me into the keyhole, and locked it.
My classmates were already looking at me with curiosity at this point, but I ignored all of their gaze. Walking to the teacher's desk, I put my M762 filled guitar case on the desk. When I opened the case, even Mark's gaze turned to me.
Excluding me, there were 30 people in the classroom. Although the magazine only housed 20 bullets, I brought three of them with me. Therefore, it was enough to put a hole in everybody.
I didn't hate all of my classmates; there were some that were really good to me. The night before however, I had convinced the two of them to meet me at some place, so they wouldn't be at school by the time I was about to commit my deed.
The only time I had ever held the rifle was the night before. However, upon holding it again, then pointed it at my classmates, it felt like I had been holding it for years.
Another series of gasp of surprise could be heard again, but this time, there was terror in it.
"Hey, what the fuck do you think you are doing?!" Mark thought he could act cool, and was ready to jump at me. But, bullet travels faster travel than his feet.
Bang! Bang!
"AHHH!"
Since it was my first time of shooting, I couldn't control it yet. I was aiming at Mark's stomach, but I shot his thigh instead. He fell to the ground, bleeding but alive. Of course, it signified the start of the symphony of scream.
"HELP! HELP! Anybody! Layland has a gun!"
Some students ran to the door, trying to open it. They couldn't do that, of course; I had the key with me.
"KYAA! Don't shoot me!"
Some tried to distance themselves from me, despite knowing how futile it was.
"L-Layland, drop the gun!"
Some of the "brave" bastards tried their best to placate me.
"L-Landy ... What are you doing?"
Like Brianna, some were just too shocked to properly react to the situation.
But of course, my response to them was the same. "Cross out the ones who heard my cry and watched me weep." That was the intro of the bullet orchestra.
Bang! Bang!
Although the recoil was a bit too much for me to aim properly, I love semi auto rifle. It didn't matter whether I hit them precisely; just the sensation I felt from hearing their scream, and the vibration of the rifle in my hand was enough to satisfy me.
When the magazine was empty, I swiftly replaced it with a new one; I had practiced the night before just to do it. I was too engrossed in my deed to notice there was something wrong unfolding.
Now that I think about it, there were definitely two shining circles that had suddenly appeared on the floor. One of them was shining in crimson light, and the other was in golden light.
By the time I registered the event, I was already in another place.
...
That's how I ended up being here. I don't know what has actually happened, but I am pretty scared right now. How can I not? My rifle is pointing at a 7 feet tall monster in human form, but I can't move a single inch.
"Aren't you going to shoot?"
I tried to come up with a firm answer, but the only thing came up was a squeak. "I can't!" 'Fuck, that was embarrassing!' Luckily though, the man doesn't say anything about it. The room descended into silence once again, and I became even more scared.
'Just where the fuck am I?!' Looking around furtively, I can see I am inside a spacious empty chamber. The chamber is dimly lit, but I can still see everything quite clearly: the black granite floor and the weird pattern on it, the spooky looking chandelier, and the altar on my left.
"Are you done looking around?"
I recoil in surprise at the voice. 'Holy shit! My heart just skipped a beat, and not in a good way!' I have every right to be jumpy in this situation; the room gives off the same vibe every torture chamber has—not that I've ever been into one.
'Now that I think about it, why should I feel scared? I have determined myself to end my life after I killed all of those bastards...' Then, something hits the back of my head, figuratively. 'They are not dead yet!' I am pissed.
Sure I must have at least successfully killed 10 people, but that's not what I have aimed for; I was fully intending to kill all of them. 'The bitch duo, Mark and Brianna aren't even dead yet!' Indignation overtakes my mind; unconsciously, I pull the trigger of my rifle.
"It's all because of you!" I don't know whether it is true, but that's the only explanation my mind can come up with. "Die, bitch!"
Bang! Bang!
The abomination keeps standing there motionlessly, while looking at me in curiosity. My mind registers the fact that none of the bullets even pierces his clothes, but that doesn't stop me from shooting.
When the magazine is empty, I take the last magazine in my pocket. Emptying a 20 round magazine is not a hard thing to do, furthermore if the gun is semi auto. Therefore, roughly 15 seconds later, the rifle stops spewing bullets.
I am petrified once again, and I can only raise my head slowly to look at the man's face. He is looking at me with a smile that is quite empty in my opinion. "That tickles. I think it can be a good alternative to reduce itching." I will be lying if I say I didn't expect that line.
"You reek of revenge, Layland." I widen my eyes not because I am surprised he knows my name; I am terrified at the possibility of this creep has been stalking me for a long time. "Now, now, don't be silly. I can't do that thing."
'Just the fact that you can read my mind is an enough proof!' The abomination chuckles lightly, then snaps his finger. Then like a lie, the rifle in my hand is turned to dust. "Now that the gun is put aside, let's talk about something important."
The abomination smiles at me once again, then extends his hand. "Let's establish a contract, Layland Kleinhaus." Luckily, I still have some control over my hand to prevent it from directly grabbing his hand.
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