Warnings: Rated T for Violence.

Disclaimer: This story deals with serious issues that have been happening around the world. I do not support nor encourage them.

(Author’s notes: Wow! I know this story hasn’t been updated in a very long time! I’m really sorry for that. I literally spent half the summer trying to write this chapter. It was the hardest thing I have written so far. I would get writer’s block so bad with this story it was brutal. I would get 2 paragraphs written and my mind would go blank for a few days. I hope it doesn’t happen with the next chapter. I would like to thank Bob Evans, CHIIJOY and Jessi for reviewing. It really kept me going).

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Lock Down

Chapter 2: Killing Call

As soon as I heard the announcement, I felt all the blood in my body run out through my feet. I was left with this cold, numb sensation that seem to spread throughout my body, I looked around at everyone as they got up screaming and running out of the classroom. I was frozen in place with fear and dread settling in my stomach. I knew I had to get up but I couldn’t find the strength; my body felt like jelly as I tried lifting my self from the chair. There was no one left in the classroom, not even the teacher.

The feeling of dread spread throughout my body. I immediately knew no body was coming for me. Everyone was so busy trying to save him or herself that they wouldn’t bother checking in the computer lab. What a slap, no wait, more like a punch in face I get for not having friends. If I had one, I could be with them now and we could be getting out of here.

Someone has a gun. I keep on repeating that in my head and somehow I just can’t seem to get it through my mind. It just isn’t clicking, like I’m afraid but not as much as I should be. I don’t understand it. I could die here today, in this very spot and not even sure I’m feeling the way I should be.

I remember numerous of times when I sat on my couch watching the news. How a kid shot up a school. Some people would snort, roll their eyes and say that people needed to toughen up. Some would express concern for those who died and those who are to suffer. Some would reach out and try to help, knowing what it’s like to have a loved one in that situation.

I wasn’t overly sure what I felt when I saw these things on the news. I have never been good with my emotions because of my lack of a social life. But every time I see or hear something tragic like this, I always get this mixed emotions. How the nameless person could go through with taking human life. What would make them so angry that they couldn’t see past the years of high school? I always felt angry towards a person because I always thought that they could have been stronger and realized it was only high school. Then I would feel guilty for being angry with a person who was in obvious pain. I would then be overcome with the idea of helping that person and making sure that they are ok.

The one thing that truly scares me is watching the victims come out of the building or watching them get interviewed about their near death experience. It always gave me cold shivers watching them. How they would be shaking uncontrollably, crying from relief that they are safe and alive. What gets me the most is the look in their eyes. That glint of darkness from surviving something so terrifying and painful. The haunted look that they will always have. How what they experienced reaches down into their soul, taints it and leaves a mark for the world to see. How everyday they look into the mirror and are reminded of that day. All the pain and terrifying moments they had to live through.

I think that is what I’m most of afraid of. Surviving this and having to live with the constant reminder of what I’m going through. That when someone looks into my eyes and he or she sees that dark haunted look. Then know of the pain I’m going through. They’ll know and then I’ll know because it is written across their face.

I know that worrying about this is stupid, I just should be happy that I am going to be safe but I’m not sure if that is ever going to happen. Cause I’m still here in this seat not sure if I can move or not.

I use all my upper body strength and pull myself to my feet using the desk in front of me. My breath coming out heavily like I just ran a 100-meter dash. I look at the door and slowly moved towards it. My legs were still shaky but not enough to make me lose balance.

I make it to the door and I freeze. There could be someone out there, no; there is definitely someone out there. I need to be careful when I’m doing this to make sure I don’t make a sound.

Peaking out the door I see that the hallway is clear, I rush over to the wall that is opposite to me and lean against it to think. I’m on the top floor right now, which means I got to go down two more levels to get the main level. I could take a left and go down the stairs closest to me or I could take a right, go down the rest of the hallway, then go down another hallway to the stairs and be right next to the main entrance. If I take the left then I would have to walk to far and I would probably get caught. I decided the right and go down the hallway.

Touching the wall I slowly made my way down the hall, as I came closer to the turn the butterflies in my stomach seem to multiply, my heart seemed to be beating in my ears, I felt my whole body start to warm up with each passing step. I had this feeling that there was someone in the other hallway. Even though I couldn’t hear any footsteps, I’m getting paranoid now; I guess anyone in this situation would.

I make it to the end of the hallway; I slowly peak around the corner, I felt a rush of relief when I saw it empty. I might actually get out of this alive. I start to jog down the hallway; I was almost out of here.

I heard the door at the end of the hallway open and I stopped immediately. Rooted to the spot, I watched as the door slowly open. I gasped when the first thing I saw was a gun. This is it, I’m going to die, I started to shiver and I wrapped my arms around myself. I never thought it would end like this. I thought I was more likely to die from suicide then to get shot in my school; looks my logic is the shits now. It won’t matter in a few moments because I won’t be here.

I watched the gun and then a hand move further in the hallway, everything seemed to be going slow like life wanted me to suffer in my last moments, just waiting to die. I knew there was no way of me turning around and making it back up the hallway without getting caught. Even if I wanted to I don’t think my legs would let me.

I closed my eyes. I know there was probably something dramatic and sad about doing something like this. In the movies this is were the main character would remember some heartfelt memories, letting them play in their head; trying to make their last moments somewhat joyful. All I have is the darkness covering my eyes, waiting to take me into my oblivion.

I waited, shutting my eyes tighter and tighter with every second. I was waiting to hear a shot go off then go into the nothingness but I didn’t hear anything. All I could hear was a ringing sound that seemed to get louder and louder. It was like nothing was happening and I was stuck here just waiting for it to happen.

The door closing quietly jolted my body into over drive; I open my eyes and stumbled back when the feeling of relief hit me dead on. A police officer was standing a few meters away from were I was. He was wearing the navy blue uniform with the cap on his head. The one thing that made me feel uncomfortable is how the gun was still pointed at me. I slowly stepped forward and his voice came thundering at me.

“DON’T MOVE!” My whole body flinched, I didn’t understand, I never did anything.

“What? I don’t understand. I’m not a killer; I’m not the one with the gun.” I said, pulling my shirt showing the waistband of my jeans. I look down at my flat stomach and my waist.

“See! I don’t have a gun; I’m not the person who has it. Please, I just want to get out of here.” I look back up at the police officer and he steadied his hand aiming at me.

“I want you to put your hands over your head and get on your stomach now.” I didn’t understand what was going on, wasn’t he supposed to take me to safety. I slowly raise my hands over my head but I was too afraid to get on the ground.

“Now, lie on your stomach.” I breathe out shakily, slowly I bend my knees but they start to buckle and I straighten up again.

“NOW!” I violently flinch and slowly close my eyes. I take a long shaky breath and open my eyes again.

“I can’t” I say quickly and take a small step back. I don’t want to get down on the floor. I don’t trust him and I have a feeling that he isn’t here to save me.

“Are you resisting arrest?” The officer said dangerously. I’m going to be arrested! I haven’t done anything. All I did was go to school. Is that a crime? He slowly takes a step towards me and I take a few back.

“Why am I being arrested?” I ask. I wasn’t going to be arrested for something I haven’t done. It’s not like he is going to shoot me, I’m not a threat to him all he can to is try to scare me with it.

“That is none of you business. Now I will say it one last time. Get on the ground, now!” I felt anger flare up inside me. It wasn’t my business; I’m being arrested for nothing. I have rights and freedom. I’m a victim here.

“It’s my right to know what I’m being arrested for!” A shot rang through the hallway and I covered my face immediately. I slowly look up and the office still had the gun pointed at me.

“That was a warning! Next time I will kill you.” My breath caught up in my throat, now I know he isn’t a cop and he isn’t here to save me. Dread was heavily weighing down in my stomach again. I didn’t understand this. Why was he doing this? Is he the one with the gun? I thought it was a student? Is he helping him or her?

I needed to get away from here now but I didn’t know how. He was so concentrated on me that I would be shot if I moved. Turning my head to the side I glanced to see how much farther to the corner. I wasn’t far but still to far to make a dash for it with out getting shot. I need him to lose his concentration and break eye contact with me. Then it hit me.

I slowly started to bend down; I needed him to think I am going to surrender. I widened my eyes and shouted.

“NO! GO BACK! HE IS GOING TO SHOOT YOU!” His eyes widened and he turned around immediately. I felt energy surge through my body; I turned around and ran for the corner.

I made it to the corner and heard him curse. I knew he would come after me so I have a few seconds to run down the other hallway. I ran as fast as I could, my legs stretching the furthest that every have. My breath came out heavy and shallow but I didn’t slow down.

A gunshot echoed through the hallway and I plummeted face first on to the solid marble floor. My vision whitened so I couldn’t see anything. I knew I was ok and started to get up but I slipped on and feel back on my face. I scrambled to get up once more but I got tackled to the ground.

I felt the officer weight disappear off me and I rolled on to my back. My vision came back and I looked up into the barrel of the gun.

“Game over kid” I felt the foot of the man on my chest and he put the gun closer to my face.

“Please” I pleaded.

“I don’t want to die.” I didn’t want it end. I had my life ahead of me. I haven’t even started to live yet and now it’s going to be taken away from me before it even starts.

“I’ll make it quick.” I closed my eyes. I heard a loud shrieking noise. I felt a white-hot pain for a moment and everything went black.

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“DON’T MOVE!” I go rigid in my seat. His voice thunders down my spine making me shiver. Everyone that had crowded around the door immediately stood still. People started to scream and sob but it all seemed to be dull and faded. My vision started to blur, I felt my eyes roll the back of my head and everything went dark.

“Step away from the door!” I hear someone yell, it sounded like the voice was fading away just like at the end of a song. But who would be yelling? I don’t understand.

“Please don’t kill me.” Someone cried. I groaned, what was going on? I slowly opened my eyes, I was in a classroom but why were there people screaming. Someone had a gun. My body jolted out of its daze and I sat up straight.

Someone has a gun. Who had the gun? I looked up at him and saw who it was. It was Jason; he had moved from were he was standing to the front of the class. He had the gun still point at the people in front of the door. I didn’t understand why he had the gun. I know him and he didn’t seem like the person to do something like this. He was always so kind and sweet. He was even telling me yesterday that he was interested in learning about World War II.

“Everybody sit down! NOW!” I flinched as Jason roared. The mass of people slowly moved to where their seats were.

I didn’t understand what was going on. My mind just blanked out. I didn’t know what to think. What was I even supposed to think? Some one has a gun and I could die. It’s not one of those things you mentally prepare yourself everyday before you walk into this building. I’m shell-shocked; I’m having trouble comprehending that all this is happening.

“Are you ok?” I hear someone whisper and I look over at Nathan. He had worried look on his face, he was staring at me intensely. I nodded slowly and whispered back.

“I’m fine.” I’m not exactly sure if I am. But I don’t need him worrying about me; I think that his plate is pretty full right now considering our current situation. He laced his fingers through mine and squeezed gently. I looked up at him and he smiled at me.

I felt something at the pit of my stomach but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I squeezed his hand back a little harder, I was starting to calm down and relax a little. As corny as this may sound I feel sort of linked to Nathan now. Not in the deep everlasting love kind of connection, but safe. He made me feel safe and I really want to feel that right now.

I look up at Jason; he was holding the gun in one hand and running his other hand through his hair. He was pacing back and forth. He looked confused, like his didn’t know what to do next. If he should start killing us or like us go? Maybe his was regretting what he had done and wants to make it right but knows that now it can’t happen.

I wonder if this is what all the other people felt like when hey held people hostage in a classroom. Wondering if what they did was the right thing for them, confused on what they should do next, scared of the fact that anything could happen

The whole classroom has gone silent all you can hear is the sniffs from people crying. I jump when I hear a gunshot go off, everyone looks up at the ceiling wondering what happened.

“So there’s more then one?” Mr. Anderson spoke up from the back of the classroom. I looked at him and he was sitting in the row on the other side of the room.

“That’s none of your business.” Jason says quietly. Mr. Anderson sighs and leans back in his chair. I don’t understand how he can remain so cool and collected. I guess he has to considering he is probably the lifeline for many students at the moment.

“Why are you doing this?” I hear Mr. Anderson ask another question.

I gripped onto Nathan’s hand harder, it was the question on everyone’s one mind but I think they were too scared to verbally say it; I know I was. Jason stopped pacing; he raised his gun and pointed it directed at Mr. Anderson. He slowly walked toward him and everyone started to scream.

I squeezed Nathan’s hand tighter; I pushed my body against the wall and closed my eyes. I wanted out of here if I just imagine myself somewhere else for a while I would get better. If I just, if I- another shot rang off. I screamed it startled me so much. I opened my eyes and saw that Mr. Andrew’s was still alive.

Jason was in front of him by this time and had the gun at his head. I looked at Mr. Anderson. He wasn’t calm now. He was violently shaking, he face was completely pale, he was looking at Jason with tears in his eyes, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Jason pressed the gun harder on to his face and said.

”I said none of your business.” He stared at Mr. Anderson for a moment before heading back towards the front of the classroom.

I felt a sharp pain go through my left hand; I looked down and gasped. I immediately let go of Nathan’s hand. I held it so tight that it was starting to turn blue.

“Oh, god! I’m so sorry!” I said loudly. The rest of the class looked at us immediately.

“It’s ok!” Nathan says quietly, rubbing his hand.

“SILENCE!” I squealed and fell out of my seat; I landed face first on the floor. I groaned and hear footsteps head toward us. I look up and Jason is pointing the gun at me.

“Please don’t,” I pleaded, my body felt like ice and I couldn’t move it. I started to shake and my teeth started to chatter.

“Leave her alone!” I hear Nathan shout from his seat. Jason smirked and start to chuckle.

“AND WHAT! DO YOU THINK YOU CAN TO ABOUT?” Jason Roared. I started to tremble so badly that my arms could hold me up anymore. I crumbled to the floor once again looking up at the scene before me.

Jason had the gun pointing directly at Nathan’s head. I beeping noise came from P.A.

“Boys, You know what to do!” a calm voice filled the classroom.

“Got any last words?” Nathan glared up Jason.

“Fuck! You!” he spat.

“NO!!”

I shot echoed through the room.

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(Author's Notes: Like? I will try and get the next chapter posted soon. I just started school so it might be hard.)