Six **COMPLETED**

Seventeen

//I don't remember if I posted Sixteen yesterday or last week so- HERE YOU GO-//

Gwen braced for a bullet to pierce her flesh. But once the gun went off, she felt..nothing.

She opened her recently closed eyes, staring ahead. 

Heather was standing before the figure's body, a gun wound in their chest.

The firing squad aimed their guns at Heather. 

"Wait," the figure smiled. "Certainly you all should know who I am before I die? Hm?"

He pulled the black mask that concealed his identify off, smiling at them all.

"It is I!" The man laughed.

"Who...?" Heather blinked.

The man huffed. "Topher. Topher McLain."

"Wait- you're our principal's son?"

"Obviously. Now, squad, if you don't mind...FIRE!"

And right as he said this, the criminal psychopath dropped dead. 

Heather braced for impact, holding her stomach. This squad would take two lives. One life that never even started.

Suddenly, S shot forwards, blocking her body with his own, getting shot multiple times all over his body. 

S dropped to the ground, his body lying next to the one of Topher's.

Heather crouched down. "S? Why would you..?"

"Call me Scott."

"What?"

"That's my name." He smiled. "I always knew I'd die here..."

He closed his eyes, taking his last breath. 

Heather turned to the squad. "Topher's dead. You can't take orders anymore."

Someone from the squad stepped forwards. "Yeah, right. You'll just kill us all here, then! Call the police, get us arrested!"

Duncan walked forwards. "Yeah, yeah, sure. We can totally call the police from here!"

Courtney and Gwen followed. "Duncan, maybe try and uh- not be sarcastic while they're holding guns..?" Gwen asked.

Duncan rolled his eyes.

Someone else from the squad step forwards. "We have a helicopter."

"Get it," Heather ordered.

The first member of the squad smirked. "I thought we weren't supposed to take orders."

"GET THE DAMN HELICOPTER!"