Hi everyone! This is Kuro Kaze. This is the first time uploading a story on fictionpress so I hope you enjoy. As you've all probably realized, this is a joined account. My esteemed colleague DnAPnK has been writing stories much longer than I have so she's my sempai when it comes to this. Anyways, enough chat and on with the story.

Some things can never be forgotten and then there are the memories that can slip away from us like air... Let me tell you a story. This is how it all began…

It was a school day like any other and everyone was anxious to get out of class to enjoy the weekend ahead. I watched the clock at the front of the room boredly as the teacher droned on about a subject I wasn't interested in. The clock struck 3 o'clock and the bell rang throughout the building, stopping the teacher in mid-sentence.

"We'll continue this on Monday," the teacher announced as she gathered her things, but none of the students were listening. I gathered my schoolbooks and headed out of class with the intention of going to my locker. I was about to open my locker when a loud scream resonated through the somewhat crowded hallway. I dropped my books and dashed towards the sound.

By the time I reached the area where the sound had originated from, a crowd had already formed. I pushed passed most of the people and lay my eyes on what was interesting the people around me. My eyes widened as they fell apon the sight before me. A girl was lying on the ground, her eyes open but unseeing. A pair of scissors was stuck in her chest, blood leaking from the wound and staining her clean uniform.

"What is going on here?" the principal called out as he pushed passed me. He fell silent as he saw the body on the tiled floor. "Everyone head back to your classrooms," he ordered in a low voice.

Everything after that happened so quickly. The police arrived in a storm and the school was placed under lock down. No one was allowed in or out of the building. Not many knew why they had been confined like this, but I knew. There was a murderer on the loose and we were now trapped inside with him.

A few hours passed and the students were beginning to get restless. They were anxious to leave but could not.

I sat at my desk, staring blankly out of the window. I could hear the adults talking outside. They had removed the body, but they were still trying to find the killer. That didn't comfort me in the least.

"Evelyn," someone called out. I turned at the sound of my name. My eyes fell on the teacher, who was giving me a disapproving look. "The police officer wants to ask you a few questions."

I said nothing. I was escorted to the detention room, which only had one table and a few chairs. A man was already seated in one of the chairs. I could tell he was a police officer from his blue uniform and the gun strapped to his side. I was told to sit in the chair facing the officer and I silently seated myself.

"Where were you at the time of the incident?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. Apparently this guy didn't understand the concept of tact.

"I was in class…probably," I answered calmly.

"Probably? How can you not know where you were at the time of the crime? You're not helping yourself by avoiding the question," the officer responded as he took out a notebook and a pencil, jotting down some notes.

"I didn't kill her if that's what you mean. Look sir, all I know was that I was at my locker where I heard someone scream. I ran and spotted the crowd. I pushed passed and saw the body. I can't be more specific than that," I said as I felt my temper rise. The officer continued to write, not bothering to look up.

"Did you know the victim?" he asked next.

I tried to remember the face of the dead girl. Her short auburn hair and soft brown eyes had seemed unfamiliar to me.

"I can't say that I've ever spoken to her. She must be a freshman. Seniors don't usually talk to the younger grades," I answered calmly. The officer looked up and observed me carefully.

"You can go," he finally said. I jumped out of me seat and left the room. On my way back to the classroom I decided to make a small detour to the restroom. Once I arrived, I looked in the mirror. My blue eyes stared back dully at me. I sighed and opened the tap. I splashed water on my face and looked back up. I combed my fingers through my long dark hair and then finally turned to leave. Just as I was about to exit the washroom there was a dull thud. I froze and slowly turned. An arm was lying limply on the floor underneath one of the washroom stalls. The arm was pale and still.

I inched forward and slowly reached out to open the cubicle door. I screamed and fell backwards as my eyes caught sight of what was in front of me. The arm was attached to a body hanging uncomfortably from the toilet seat. Her hair was soaked and her face was clammy as if her head had been dunked within the bowl. The body rocked for a moment before crumbling the rest of the way to the floor, falling on me in the process. I shrieked in fright and attempted to push the corpse off. The girl's eyes staring at me and then rolled to the back of her head, water bubbling from the corner of her mouth.

"What is it?" the officer who had questioned me earlier yelled as he rushed within the washroom. The moment he spotted me, his eyes turned fierce and I gulped.

"You! I knew there was something wrong with you!" he shouted.

"No! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" I screamed, practically in tears. I tried to ignore the body on my lap, but my mind could still see those beady eyes staring at me. The officer ignored my cries and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me to my feet and dragged me out of the washroom, leaving the body behind. I was both extremely thankful and terrified of leaving that place.

I was brought back to the detention room and placed on a chair. The officer took out a pair of handcuffs and chained my hands behind my back.

"You got the wrong person!" I yelled angrily as I struggled against my restraints. The officer ignored me. "I'm innocent!"

"As if I'm really going to believe you after you were found at both crime scenes," he answered. He turned his back to me and then left the room. I was now completely alone in a dark room with my hands restrained. I didn't want to think about the fact that there was still a killer on the loose.

"Hello, my fellow students," a distorted voice was suddenly heard over the intercom. "From what I can tell the officers running to and from the building haven't told you anything, but I'm here to give the information you seek so badly…"

The door slammed open and the officer ran into the room. He pointed a bony finger to my face.

"What did you do?" he shouted.

"Do what? Did you forget that I'm handcuffed to a chair? How can I be at two places at the same time when I can barely move my hands? Obviously your concept of logic is seriously lacking," I growled angrily, letting my frustration leak out. The police officer went quiet. He slowly turned around and rushed out of the room.

"Hey! Untie me!" I yelled, but it was too late, he was already gone. I sighed and closed my eyes, allowing my mind to go over the past events. There was a noise behind me and I opened my eyes. I tried to turn around but the handcuffs restricted my movements. "Who's there?" I called out. There was no response.

"Two girls are dead," the distorted voice continued on the intercom. "I'm warning you now, until the door are unlocked and the lock down ceases, the killing will continue, each time being more gruesome than the last. You've been warned…" The intercom went dead and silence filled the room once more. I could hear heavy breathing behind me and I felt a shiver run up my spine.

"Who's there?" I called out again. I attempted to turn my head, but I could only see slightly passed my shoulder. Suddenly I heard footsteps and before I could look the other way, a blindfold was placed over my eyes. With my eyes gone, I now had to rely strongly on my other senses. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" I shouted.

"Wouldn't you like to know…" the stranger stated. I examined the voice. It was definitely male but I couldn't recognize it. I felt the figure behind me move until it was right in front of me.

"Why are you doing this?" I questioned.

"It doesn't matter because you're going to die anyways," was the answer. I gulped, not liking where this was going. "I said that the killings would continue so I might as well begin with the one who's being accused of being me."

"If I'm going to die anyways, why don't you tell me your plan? It's not like I'll be able to tell anyone," I murmured, trying to sound convincing. If I was going to die, I might as well try to weasel out as much information as possible out of this guy.

"I don't think so," came the reply as something sharp was placed at my throat. "But before I slit your throat I will tell you this…I don't care about anyone here. It doesn't matter to me if everyone dies. All I want is to get out of here. Those two girls deserved the fate they received. I don't regret what I did."

'This guy seriously has a mental problem,' I thought after the boy had said his piece. I felt the pressure of the knife at my throat increase, piercing skin. Then suddenly, it stopped. The stranger's presence vanished into thin air and I was alone once more. A moment passed and someone out of breath barged into the room.

"What happened here? Where did you get the blindfold?" Great, the officer was back.

"Must I remind you again that my hands are tied behind my back," I answered with exasperation. Seriously, this man was beginning to get on my nerves.

"But where did it come from and why are you bleeding?" he asked as I heard him come closer.

"Someone came in and blindfolded me. He put a knife to my throat and then left. Then you came," I responded as the officer removed the blindfold. I was glad when light poured into my mind. My handcuffs were also removed and I took the chance to rub my sore wrists.

"There's no point in keeping you tied up anymore because it's pretty obvious that you're not the culprit," the officer stated. "But I have to admit that the culprit is pretty ingenious. He knew that by announcing his intention to the school it would cause a panic. The student are freaking out and the teachers are having problems calming them down." I stood up and stretched my stiff muscles.

"You could call him smart, but I still think he's mental," I commented.

"You can go back to class, but be careful…" the police office said calmly. I touched the thin red line across my neck. The cold feeling of the blade on my throat still sent shivers through my body.

"I'll be careful," I murmured and then wandered back into the empty hallway. The sound of my footstep on the tiled floor resonated throughout the hall.

Suddenly the lights turned off and I was engulfed in darkness. I felt a movement behind me and I froze. I could barely see anything but my instincts told me that someone standing right behind me.

"Looks like I found a rat," said the familiar voice. I turned around as my eyes adjusted to the lack of lighting. I came face to face with the attacker.

"You…" I breathed in surprise at what I saw. The person who stood in front of me had messy brown hair and the most interesting shade of violet eyes. "Why? How?" I was so confused. This boy was in my class but he had been reporting absent today. Maybe that's why no one had suspected him. I would have never guessed that the killer was the quiet boy who always sat at the back of the classroom.

"Who would ever suspect me? I'm the nice guy that everyone takes advantage of so how could I possibly do any wrong? But even the nice guy can snap. Those girls picked on me and I finally got my revenge on them," he answered as a twisted smile appeared on his face. There was a strange gleam in his eyes. "It's too bad that you're going to have to die here. I can't let you go because you know who I am."

He raised his hand, revealing a knife clutched tightly in his fist. I took a step back. "There's no need to get violent," I murmured as I continued to back up. "I think there is," he responded as he began to advance.

"Stop right there and put your hands above your head!" someone shouted loudly behind the killer. I stilled and raised my hands above my head. I had no idea why I did it but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Then I noticed the officer with his gun aimed at the murderer.

The killer turned around and slowly raised his hands, letting the knife fall to the ground.

"Evelyn, you can put your hands down," the officer said. I smiled awkwardly and placed my arms at my side. "Now boy, I want you to turn around slowly. Keep your hands where I can see them or else I will shoot you." The killer slowly did as he was told but there was a grin on his face.

"No!" I screamed as realization came to me.

The murderer opened the palm of his hand, revealing a small device. A red light was lit on the machine.

"Bomb!" I yelled. I ducked to the floor and covered my head. A moment later, an explosion ran throughout the halls, shaking the very foundation of the school. My body was flung forward because of the blast and my head collided into a nearby locker.

Everything went black after that.

I woke up in a hospital bed a few days later. My head was wrapped in bandages and my arms were numb at my side.

"I wouldn't get up if I were you," said a voice to my right. I turned my head and spotted the police officer snuggled comfortably in his chair. His arm was in a sling and his face was covered with burn marks.

"What happened?" I questioned. My mind was still a little hazy from sleeping so much.

"You were caught up in the explosion. The other student didn't make it out alive. I guess he preferred death to a life in prison," the officer explained. My eyes lowered to the palm of my hands.

"So…he died," I whispered. It didn't really surprise me that he had died. No one could have survived that kind of blast in the face.

"I've said what I wanted to say so I'll take my leave. You should rest as much as possible. You have a slight concussion and you were burned rather badly since you were closer to the blast than I was," the officer said as he stood from his seat and turned around. He hesitated for a moment before he left the room, leaving me all alone.

My gaze wandered to the window, where light poured into the room. I could hear birds chirping outside and the sound of people talking on the streets.

Things had gone back to normal, but to me…things would never be normal again.

That's it folks. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review your comments. I would love to hear what you think of it.