Two bodies now. We sat Elliot against a wall but none of us wanted to drag Creath. Not because she was heavy, it just felt stranger to drag an adults body rather than our peers. It was a strange nonverbal agreement we all had. No words were spoken about moving The woman's body but we shook our heads after we moved Elliot and looked towards Creath. Even if it didn't bother me to move the woman, her body was drenched in her own blood after it drained out of her eye sockets. Elliot's eyes were also starting to drain blood down his cheeks as we sat him up. We all sat down and tried to relax. I looked around the room to who was left. Anthony, Bethany, the boy who's name was Cody, and two other girls who remained nameless to me. I never took much care to anyone's name before, especially since I was going to kill them all anyway. I sat at the closest desk and begun to think of how Elliot thought we were old friends in a way. I've never spent time with him, never had a real conversation, and yet he was talking to me like I was a senile man who forgot that he was my son. I eyeballed the ceiling where I last saw Elliot's killer. No movement or signs of life. The room was still and tense. The girls were huddled in a corner, comforting Bethany who was still crying. Anthony sat near the teachers desk and Cody sat on the floor against the desk itself. I sat at a desk opposite corner of the girls and the door. We were all watching the ceiling above each other, ready to call out when the next one of us will drop. I hugged my backpack and it's contents. I left it open just incase I needed to quick drawl on our killer. No one knew about my weapon. I hadn't found the right words to explain to them what I was going to do with it and why. I suppose I never figured I'd be explaining my reasoning to anyone.
"We could try leaving, right?" Cody sighed and pushed his gaze to the ceiling above Anthony.
"Well if there's a killer in the ceiling, I can imagine it's because it couldn't get to us through the door and took an alternative route." Anthony didn't move his eyes from the ceiling above the girls.
"Why are you calling the killer an it?" One of the girls twisted in her chair. "It's obvious the killer is a 'he', why would a woman have the need to kill random people?" My eyes rolled more than I meant for them too.
"Well your voice is a pretty good reason." I smiled at her and saw her expected scowl.
"I mean really, why would a woman do all this?" She looked towards Anthony, hoping for a supporting answer other than a real one.
"Same reasons a man would." Anthony's eyes still didn't move as he spoke. I nodded at his answer. "Because their fucking nuts." He continued. My smile faded and my eyes drifted to the floor. "-unstable maniacs with no place in this world. Anyone who can plan and go through with a killing is more of a psycho than someone who does it at random." My eyes narrowed at the spot on the floor. Replaying his words again in my head, I quickly grew from annoyed to angry.
"I think it takes courage. I think someone who has nothing, doing something other than crying and giving up, is courageous." I aimed my gaze back at Anthony and tilted my head back. His head cocked at me.
"If you have nothing, get something. If you are sad, get happy. If you have a problem in life, fix the problem. That can take courage, but killing a bunch of people?" His eyes narrowed slightly less than mine. Again my gaze hit the floor.
"Maybe people are my problem. Maybe I'm fixing my problem." I bit the sides of my tongue after is spoke. I could feel everyone's eyes on me.
"Well you can find a better solution than murder." The voice was higher pitched and unexpected. I pulled my heads weight over to look at the voices owner. Bethany sat up, no longer sobbing. I straightened my posture.
"What if I've tried my whole life to find a solution? Maybe I'm sick of waiting for someone else to fix my problem. Maybe I'm sick of pretending the problem will fix itself." My voice was stern and growing in volume, as was my anger.
"Well maybe you just need to wait a little longer." I stood up fast and slammed my fist on the desk top.
"I've waited my whole life! There is no other solution, there is no pending answer! I'm sick of pretending life will figure itself out, because it never fucking will!" My face was really hot. I could feel my teeth grinding behind my lips. Cody sat up as Anthony stood, both their eyes were huge. Bethany also stood up, as did the two other girls around her.
"Hunter!" Anthony started but I didn't let him finish.
"I'm sick of being beaten and teased for existing! I'm sick of being treated like I'm the all around butt of the joke! I'm a human being God damnit!" I felt pride. I felt fury. I felt amazing. Then I felt something tighten around my neck. Anthony was sprinting towards me, Cody close behind. Their arms were reaching out at me. Bethany was standing still. I was confused for only a few seconds. My feet lifted off the ground. I grabbed what was lifting me. It felt like a body builders arm, covered in velvet. I started choking. Anthony and Cody grabbed my legs. I looked up into the tile ceiling where this predator was pulling me. It was an empty black void beyond the square entrance. I saw what was pulling me. It was anger and fear in an almost physical state. Like a shadow cast on nothing but air. It had dimension, but wasn't entirely whole. It was like black smoke, that had something inside of it. Something that grabbed and strangled me. Something that would've pulled me into it to be absorbed, if not for Anthony and Cody. They tore my body downward until I hit the floor hard. I felt my head bounce on the white tiles. I spun and looked past the pain at the ceiling, trying to spot the killer again. The tile quickly shot perfectly in place, forbidding anyone from seeing the death that dwelled above the thin tiles.