The Boy From The Basement

Fight

Another shock went down my legs as I hopped out of the car. I winced in pain and Trent put his hand on my back to help me. He walked with his hand still supportingly on my back, and soon started to walk faster to keep up with Mike. I held the tranquilliser gun in my hand as we proceeded to walk towards the school. We followed Mike to the back gates of the school so that we could enter. A few men followed behind us and Carl went back to join them. I assumed that some of those men were Billy, Jack and Joe, the ones Carl had previously complained about. We walked through the gates and finally entered the school. I saw some students stare at us and start to point. Carl and his men quickly turned left down a path and Trent and I followed Mike as he went the other way. Many students were staring at us now, some were even beginning to shout. Suddenly, I heard a gun shot and I instantly turned around to see what was happening. Carl had shot at the classroom of kids that were staring at us before. The kids screamed as the men smashed the windows. Trent pushed me forward a little to get me to keep walking, and to not get distracted by the commotion going on behind us.

We now approached the gymnasium with many curious eyes on us. The kids on the basketball courts began screaming and running away. Mike lifted up his gun and shot at some of the running kids. My throat burned as I urged to scream at Mike and tell him to stop. There was nothing I could do.
I could easily just shoot him now, the only problem was that Carl and his men were only a few metres behind us in the classrooms, and they would most likely see us and shoot us. We needed to be alone in a room with Mike for our plan to work.
One of the running kids fell over, screaming and holding his calf. He appeared to be in year 6, he was short and screamed with a high pitched voice. My eyes filled with tears as 2 more kids fell over. We came to the door of the gym and Mike kicked the door. The door flung open and I could hear quiet and panicking whispers from near us. There were 2 halls in the gym, one leading to the indoor courts and one leading to the gym. Mike stood and thought for a second, taking a thoughtful sigh. He then turned to look at us and started walking left, towards the gym. I began shaking, due to my fear that people would see me like this. I had no choice, I was forced into looking like this. I was forced into all of this. Mike kicked down the gym door and was met with several startled faces. I held my breath to stop myself from screaming. It was my class.

Mr Curt turned to Mike with a shocked face. He instantly held up his hands and paced backwards.
"Everyone go to the back of the gym NOW?", Mr Curt ordered.
All my classmates ran to the back of the gym. Mike pointed his gun towards the kids and shot at them. They screamed and turned around in unison. The bullet hit one of the metal machines that was in the centre of the gym. Mike stared at the kids devilishly and sighed.
"Oh sorry kids, I forgot that at school you must introduce yourself and be polite when entering someone else's classroom. We three here, are part of a gang to kill everyone in your school. That's right. I'm the brains of this, what would you say... operation. I am the mastermind behind all of this amazing chaos and commotion. This here is one of my gang members. He may look charming and handsome or whatever, but he's only here to kill you. This here, is my greatest idea. She is my weapon of distraction. I don't blame you at all if you are distracted by the appearance of her fragile and attractive body, because that's all she is here to do. Well, now that we have properly introduced ourselves, we can get started!"
So that was the plan all along. I was Mike's 'weapon of distraction'. He dressed me like this so that my appearance could distract people and make them loose their concentration, then so that he could kill without a hassle. The kids at the back of the gym all whispered which triggered Mike's anger and hunger for torture. He pointed his gun at the kids, screaming. "SHUT UP!"
Unfortunately, this time the bullet hit someone, Kyle Sanders. He yelled in pain as the bullet dug into his quad. The class all turned to look at him and some even began to cry, not sure if they would make it out alive. Mike pointed his gun at Mr Curt, who had the most terrified look on his face. I knew that Mr Curt would do anything in his power top try and save my classmates. Mr Curt continued to pace backwards as Mike stepped closer towards him. This time I couldn't help it. I took one single step forward and Mike turned his head sharply to look at me. He chuckled and then took a step back and looked over at my frightened classmates.
"Don't you all look pathetic. Just look at you! You're all so scared and so weak. Even your teacher here is just as weak as you children are," Mike scoffed.
Mr Curt began to lower his arms, but then quickly put them back up when Mike pointed his gun back at him. Mr Curt was now leaning against the TRX machine with uneasiness. Mike was right in front of him, and he pointed his gun at his head. Mr Curt was now shaking and breathing quickly.
"We can resolve this okay. Just leave the kids alone. My wallet is on the desk up the front, just please."
Mike chuckled and lowered his gun.
"My point has been proven! You are just as weak as them. I don't care about your money, I only care about killing all you pathetic wimps."
Mr Curt pulled a straight face, clearly annoyed by the comment.
"Oh I'm sorry, did I upset you? I will give you something to be upset about."
Mike threw back his arm and lunged at Mr Curt, punching him right in the face. Mr Curt stuck his arms out to stop the punch, but the fist still hit his face. He banged the back of his head on the TRX machine and fell to the ground. My throat burned again, I wanted to scream so badly. I wanted to stop him. I was just to afraid to stand up to Mike. Mike continued to punch and mock Mr Curt, until I had finally had enough.
"STOP!", I screamed and pointed my gun at Mike.
Mike stopped with his fist mid air and turned to me. He had dropped his gun and used that hand to hold Mr Curt by the collar of his shirt. Mr Curt laid on the ground, his face bleeding horrendously. Cuts covered his face and his eyes were no longer visible due to swelling. A tear rolled down my face from under my mask. Trent was cautiously stared me as I held the gun at Mike. Mike stood up and stared at me in disbelief.
"Look at you. I knew something was going to crack you eventually. I really thought that you were brave enough to just follow along with my plan and not cause any interruptions, but no. Now look at you, you're all upset over your little teacher friend being hurt. Wanna kiss his boo boo's better?", Mike mocked me while laughing and walking towards me slowly.
I took a small step forward and hid my fear, only showing my strong confidence. Mike stopped walking towards me, and laughed.
"You do realise you don't stand a chance against me little girl. Look at you! You're all bruised and beaten, your arms are so small I could snap them with the touch of my finger."
He was right, I did not stand a chance against him, but I was not going down without a fight.