"Oliver!" Sayers screamed, his voice cutting through the room and shocking me back into what was going on. My teacher fell backward, onto his chair, his mouth still wide open. "DON'T FUCKING MOVE!" He ordered me, his voice clear and powerful, an order I couldn't refuse.
A warm liquid landed on my face, sliding down my cheek and trickling over my lip. "What the hell is going on!?" I thought rapidly, my heart pounding as more bangs filled my ears. I shook, closed my eyes as tightly as I could, and waited.
A large weight landed on my back, heavy enough to almost crush me, and I felt a hand slide down my side. I winced, the intense smell of iron and fire filled my senses, my heart sped up, and finally, it went silent. Tears withheld themself in my eyes, barely holding on.
"Don't move, Oliver," Sayers said, his voice lighter than it was dark, there was no sarcasm in his tone. "At best, he's an amateur, just don't move and he'll think you're dead."
I waited, trying to ignore the horrible stench and the wetness seeping into my shirt, I didn't want to know what it was. After an eternity, footsteps left the classroom, and finally, I stood up.
In front of me, bodies stained red, the same horrid, rank, disgusting stench entered my nose again, causing me to gag. "Oh god, oh my God, I'm gonna puke," I said, cupping my hands around my mouth as I stared at the room. I recognized the smell after a few seconds, gunpowder.
Bright red blood covered my shirt, hands, feet, and shoes. Sayers looked at me, turned away, and stared at the people in front of us. He blinked, turned around, and walked up to me, his lava-like eyes burning with a bright flame. "We need to get the hell out of here, now."
I rushed out of the door, tears in my eyes as I held back my vomit, my feet slapping gently against the tile. The wind seemed to make a passageway for me, not even blowing against my flow as I ran through the hall, searching for anything.
Suddenly, I felt a yank on my shirt and was thrown into the bathroom. "Get into the stall, hurry! Oliver! Get in!" Sayers yelled, so I followed his instructions and hid on top of a toilet, my heart beating even faster as cold sweat poured down my forehead, I could see my shirt bouncing with the rhythm of my heart.
Loud steps filled the hall, and somebody spoke. "Cut off the power." Not another word was uttered, but two sets of footsteps walked away, in separate directions. Then, one stopped and came closer to the bathroom. The steps echoed off the walls, as the first bloody shoeprint came into my view, he was inside now.
"Holy Father who art in Heaven, answer my prayer, please let me make it, please. I'll become a Christian, anything!" I prayed internally, and then the first stall door was kicked open. In the same instance, I could see Sayers's figure again, he had a velvet undershirt and cuff links.
I shivered, my pulse slowing, it felt as if my heart stopped beating as I held my breath, and then he stopped in front of my stall. He lifted one leg, and suddenly, a loud bang came from the hallway, followed by screaming. "She had one job!" The person shouted, his voice sounding masculine as he ran out of the bathroom.
More screams came, then a horrifying sound cut through the air, a click. One bang, two bangs, a click, another bang, and another, finally, it went silent. Tears fell out of my eyes, landing on the bloody footprint outside the stall, smearing it.
The blood flowed closer to me, flashes of my classroom zipped through my mind, Sayers's eyes, then it stopped. The world felt still, nothing moved, no noise, just an eerie silence. The lights shut off, thrusting me into an inky blackness. The only light was the lava-like hue of Sayers's eyes.
A loud crack ended the silence as quickly as it started, a group of people yelled, their screams mixing, and bangs rang out again. Bullets cut through the air, one after the other, making me clutch my ears in pain as I heard it all unfold, tears streaming out of my eyes as I smeared blood on my face by accident, forgetting that they were still coated in a thick layer.
"Why the fuck are you crying? People die, oh fucking well, focus or you'll be next!" Sayers shouted, snapping my eyes open as I looked at the dark room in front of me. What could I do? I was just a student, not some superhero.
"If they made it this far, they should have killed the school officer, get to him, and you get a weapon. Your only chance at surviving right now is to stop being a bitch, man the fuck up, and move!" He yelled, his eyes lighting up the entire bathroom for a moment, then going back down. "YOU ARE GOING TO DIE IF YOU STAY HERE, MOVE!"
I nodded, tears still flowing down my face as I struggled to not completely break down. A part of me wanted to curl into a ball until I fell asleep and hoped it was all just a bad dream, there was no way all those people died, right? But the pain in my heart wouldn't allow it, it stung enough to remind me this was reality, not a nightmare.
Slowly, I exited the bathroom and looked down the hallway, spotting a puddle of blood and bodies strewn out, at least ten of my fellow students. "Wait, grab one of their phones," Sayers said, but I refused, not wanting to get any closer. He glared at me, for a second, I could see his arm pointing down the hall. "Now."
I took a step forward, toward them, then pulled back, tears filling my eyes again as I recognized their faces. "I SAID MOVE! DO YOU WANT TO DIE OR NOT?!" At his words, I shook more violently but listened to him and ran toward them, grabbing a phone and checking the time. Eight am.
I hit emergency contact, typed in nine-one-one, and heard it ring quietly. "Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?" An operator asked, choking on my words I managed to get them out.
"People are shooting up my school." The line went silent, and then she responded, her tone more serious than before. "Sit tight, help is on the way! Get to a safe location immediately, do you know if there are any exits around you?"
"There's two on the first floor, but I'm on the third right now," I said, tears streaming down my face as I held back my cries. Sayers looked at me, his eyes wide, and yelled loudly.
"OLIVER MOVE!" I jumped back, my foot slipping on the blood puddle and making me faceplant into it. The rotten stench entered my nose, attacking every hair on my body as I held back on getting up and laid still, letting the blood fill my nose. The gunshot rang out the second after I landed on my face, footsteps approached, and I heard Sayers hold his breath.
"He's dead," A female-sounding voice said, before walking away, her voice content and her steps light and carefree. After a few minutes, I stood back up with Sayers's permission and ran back to the bathroom, furiously scrubbing my hands and face with soap and water, ignoring the noise.
"Oliver-" Sayers tried, but I kept going, tears pouring down my red and puffy face. I cried silently, watching the red hue fade from the skin that his eyes illuminated. After a moment, my knees collapsed and I stared at the bloody footprint on the floor.
"If you stay here, your a sitting duck dammit! There are only ten classes on this floor and enough blood to prove at least half of those people are dead. Get the fuck up now!" He shouted with anger and plea in his voice.
Against my own will, I stood up, my legs shaking violently. My breathing was rapid and ragged, I choked on every breath I managed to get down, but finally, I made it to the door. I threw off my shoes and sprinted down the hallway, my socks perfectly hid the sounds of my footsteps, as I tried to find the stairs.
Then, the bell rang. "It's seven-thirty," Sayers commented, not a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Before I made it to the stairs, I stopped in the hallway, staring through a classroom door. Bloody handprints were visible on the handle, the glass was shattered, and I could see the body of a teacher through it.
"Wait, there were two people earlier. If I crossed both of them, does that mean there are at least two people per floor?" I thought suddenly, my breath hitching itself in my chest. "What if going downstairs is the wrong choice? I don't even know where the security guard is! And where the hell are the police?!"
The bell rang again, signaling the end of class change. Before I could take another step, Sayers shouted something with enough urgency that I didn't think about reacting, in his voice was the unmistakable hint of terror. "I can feel the bloodlust, they're both coming down the hall!"
Hour 2- To be continued