2 The Teacher is Mad

I hear screams all over the place. Screams of terror and fear. As i pass by the corridor, i saw 2 of the school guards lying on the floor. One with a gun shot in between his eyes and one on his head. The mad man is a sharp shooter.

One that can only be done through extensive training.

I went to the power control room and pulled down all the levers. Powers went off and there were more screaming.

With over 2400 students from preschool to highschool this sure is one hell of a place to go on a rampage and do a killing spree.

I tear the slit on my skirt and got rid of my heels.

I ran as fast as I could towards the place where i could hear more screaming. There he was, blood shot eyes and a demonic scheme. Squeezing every ounce of life to a student that was lying on the floor. Repeatedly firing shots into its lifeless body.

I lost all sense of sanity in my head and called him.

He aimed at me but before he could fire I was gone in one of the corridors. I knew he'd chase me.

I ran into an empty hall towards the auditorium.

When he finally got a glimpse of me, he started firing numerous shots.

All of which echoed into my soul and sent me into a hazy vision.

A vision of not so long ago.

Being chased...

Chasing...

I shouted as i tried to erase these flashbacks from my head.

I got in one of the rooms and quickly positioned myself.

Closing my eyes in the pitch dark auditorium, I tried to match the rhythm of my breath to the beating of my heart. Trying not to make the slightest noise.

Any wrong move could be fatal.

The familiar aura. The bloodlust. The tension. These are all elements I am very well accustomed. A fate I have denied not so long ago.

Sweat dripping down my forehead and pulse raising. I never thought I'd ever feel this again.

The police siren echoes at the distance and I know this shall end soon but I know the smile of that little girl will haunt me every night.

The last of them. Yes, I am the last of them.

The one who survived and the one that stood still.

Walking on the darkened aisle and trying to locate where I am. The man desperately aims his weapon anywhere he thinks I could be hiding.

Patiently, he finally arrived on the stage. Checking where I was.

He let out a loud growl.

I heard the auditorium door opened and the policemen barging in with their tiny lights sparkling.

The man was embezelled. Shocked by the unexpected visitor and turned to check them. I knew that was my cue.

I cut the rope tied to my feet from the stage ceiling. Rapidly I lunged down to him at his back head first and without a word struck the scissors i held in my hand into his neck. To make sure he won't leave to tell, i twisted the scissors into his neck, forcefully pushing it in a twisted manner. I watched as blood gushed out of it until he fell down on stage floor.

Before the police could even check, I pulled the rope which catapulted me back up to the ceiling and made my way out from the hidden passageway.

Yes, I am the last of them, the one with enhanced proprioception. Eyes in the darkness. One that can feel from a mile away and tell the exact location of things and people.

I am G.