"She's gone," Sayers called out, signaling me to exit the classroom and return to the hallway. I stared at the boy's corpse, my eyes unwavering as his death circled my mind, but Sayers's words snapped me out of it. "No time to grieve, do it later."
"I watched him die! Why doesn't this affect you at all?!" I asked loudly, my hand still clutching my side. He stared at the torn sleeve on my stomach, looked toward the hallway, then looked back.
"We don't have time, she could come back any second! If you want to argue, wait until we get out of here!" Without waiting for my answer, his eyes went forward, looking at the knife hole in the locker. "I knew we should have taken the damn gun."
"Why? At least answer that!" I demanded, beads of sweat falling down my face, this marked the first time I ever defied him. Partly because he never took an interest in my life until now.
"She kicked a corpse, complained about her hair, and dumped almost an entire clip into a corpse! Not to mention she raped her teacher! Do you seriously think she's as stable as the one upstairs?!" He shouted, his claw appearing and drawing a line across the lockers as he continued ahead of me. Every word he spoke had enough anger behind it to make me shiver.
"Sorry," I managed, following him silently. The overwhelming stench of rotten eggs filled my nose, destroying my tastebuds at the same time. I gagged, holding my mouth with both my hands as I stopped walking.
"Stupid little shit! Did you like scratching me? Fine, I'll scratch you too!" She yelled ahead, giggling maniacally as she drove the knife into another student's chest. She drew line after line, staining the white shirt red.
Sayers dragged me behind the corner, keeping his clawed hand over my mouth, it smelled like coal. "Shh, don't say anything. We have nowhere to go, and right now, she looks pretty fucking insane."
I could hear the sound of bones cracking, followed by the ting of metal against bone. The sound of liquid splashing against the floor destroyed my ears, making me shake as my heartbeat rose again, without a break.
She laughed again, this time sounding like a witch from an old cartoon. But it wasn't a cartoon, it was real life. "Little bitch! The teacher paid extra attention to you, didn't he?!" She screeched, the knife cutting through the student's skin again.
I peeked out from the corner, watching her carve hearts onto the student's chest, cutting off her nipples, and then drawing a heart on her forehead. Another cut, stabbed toward the student's heart, another aimed toward her stomach, another, then another, and another.
The world faded from around me as my eyes locked into what I was seeing, my knees shook, my skin got tight, and my breathing heavy, but I didn't fall. She stabbed the student again, above her crotch.
I looked next to me, forcing my eyes to look away as tears threatened to block my sight again, and saw the boy's tooth. "Oh God, please forgive me," I muttered, grabbing it quickly and hiding again.
"Hey, wait!" Sayers ordered, but I didn't. I chucked the tooth with all my might, sending it spiraling through the air, cutting through the sound of her knife, and slapping against her forehead, leaving a small cut. "Fuck."
She instantly twirled around, not noticing the cut yet, and looked around wildly. The student's body crumpled to the floor, like a paper ball, just collapsed. The heavy smell of iron attacked my senses, an unmistakable feeling of fear gripped my shoulders, and finally, she looked toward the hallway I was in.
Heavy footsteps came toward me, and the camera reflected her bloody boots, finally, she noticed me. I stood still, unable to move as Sayers screamed my name loudly, but I couldn't even look at him.
"Did you throw that?" She questioned, a grip on her gun as she approached me. One hand was on her cheek, a smile plastered on her lips, and a small bloodstain on the corner of her jaw, a scratch.
I didn't answer, my breathing stopped, maybe if I pretended I wasn't here? But, it didn't work, she reached out and tapped my shoulder. "I'm talking to you. Boy." There was anger in her voice, she dropped her cutesy act instantly, the finger on the trigger tightening.
"OLIVER!"
In a second, I knew what he wanted me to do, I threw a punch for the first time, hitting her square in the face. The gun went off, sending a trail of bullets to the side of me, littering the floor and wall with bullet holes. The strong gunpowder made my throat tighten, but I stayed standing as her body stumbled back, her eyes wide.
"One more step. And I'll kill you, okay?" She asked, raising the gun at my head. "I was going to forgive you, but you just had to punch me."
"It's a shame, a boy as cute as you would make a really good toy," She mumbled, her eyes trained on me, while her finger lingered on the trigger.
Sayers remained silent as I trembled, tears flowing down my cheeks. As the tears started to escape, she walked closer and licked them off my face. With a big smile, she muttered one word, enough to shake me to my very core. "Tasty."
"Don't. You. FUCKING TOUCH HIM!" Sayers yelled loudly, his clawed hand gripping the gun and throwing it down the hall. She stared at me with wide eyes, her iris shaking, before being sent flying into the lockers, a large dent in her face.
Blood trickled down her forehead, her nose bled heavily, her lip blown up in a splatter of red, and yet she stood back up. "You're a fun toy!" She charged at me with the knife, lunging toward my face as she smiled brightly, then plunged it into my shoulder.
I screamed, it was painful enough for me to forget what was happening, painful enough for me to not be able to focus, my eyes became more teary before I saw a punch fly out from behind me and slam hard into her chest.
Sayers said nothing, his face flickering into view just enough for me to see beads of sweat on his forehead. His eyes shined bright enough to look as if they were a chasm filled with fire, almost like a volcano.
She stood up again, wiping the blood off her face, but didn't charge at me again. "You ruined my pretty face...Now who will like me?" She asked, looking at me with a malice powerful enough to make me forget about the knife in my shoulder, but only for a minute.
"I guess you'll work, since you're so strong, why don't we have some fun?" She asked, smiling again as blood slid down the side of her head, from the cut on her forehead. Without waiting for an answer from me, she pulled her V-neck to the side and showed me her nipple. "Do you want some fun now?"
"You're insane!" I yelled, taking a step back, cold wrapping around my body as I passed through Sayers.
"Insane? I'm perfectly sane!" She shouted back, wiping her bloody hands across her lips, creating a red smile. "See? I'm sane!"
"OLIVER! NOW!" Sayers screamed, I knew it by instinct, and without hesitation, I knew what he wanted. I kicked toward her leg, a loud crack echoing as her knee bent backward, and she collapsed. "FINISH HER! FOR FUCKS SAKE, KILL HER NOW!"
I didn't move at his order, I couldn't. I was calm, he told me to be calm, but I couldn't take her life. "You- YOU LITTLE SHIT! HOW DARE YOU REJECT ME! I'LL CUT OFF YOUR FUCKING DICK, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!" She screeched, jumping toward me and grabbing the knife in my shoulder.
I screamed louder than ever, my eyes filled with tears as she shoved me onto the ground. She grabbed the knife and cut through the makeshift bandage. Blood leaked out of my shoulder, Sayers was unmoving as if he was frozen.
The bell cut through the air, signaling the class change, and snapping me out of my trance. "No! No! Oh God, please no! Stop!" I yelled as she slowly inserted the knife into my previous wound, and finally, I felt the feeling from before.
My vision went red, almost orange as I threw her off of me and slammed her head against the locker. Sayers's eyes faded in and out as I walked to her. My fist created a loud crack as it connected with her skull, another crack as I punched her ribs, another aimed toward her shoulder, another at her stomach, and finally, one final punch directly to her nose.
She gasped for air as her head bounced off the ground, looking at me towering above her. "You're...pissed, aren't ya, pretty boy?" She asked, flashing a crooked grin. Her teeth cracked, and some teeth missing.
The bell rang, signaling the start of lunch and the end of class change. I snapped out of my anger-filled rampage, and stared at her fractured face, her lips busted open, her nose purple and bent out of shape, and blood poured from her forehead.
I coughed, falling back onto the tile floor. She looked up at me, smiled again, and said a few simple words, but they were strong enough to shock me. "I enjoyed our time, darling."
Sayers crouched next to me, staring into my eyes, before ordering me again, "Get up. Now." I followed his order, my stare blank as I processed everything.
"Did I?" I started to ask him, but I couldn't finish, my words caught in my throat.
"You didn't take her life, look down," He answered, my eyes followed where he told me, and saw her clutching the knife, stabbing herself in the heart. "Oliver, you can cry now."
Hour 5- To be continued