The not so grand finale (part 1)

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"Well well well. Who do we have here? I have wanted to get rid of you pesky troublemakers ever since you came to the school. That's why as soon as I spoke to the nice man here I instantly decided to join his little game." *the teacher is plain underline*

"Nice man? He took all of my friends. And stop acting as if you're 'nice', you've killed 2 people."

"That's not true."

"What do you mean?"

"I've killed 3."

"That's way worse. You know the police will be here any minute now. You're out of time and your little game is up."

"Oh, will they now. No, they won't. Keep up. They won't remember who those cops ever were or that you made the phone call."

"Well, all people like my mum still remember me. You haven't erased me from their memory's yet."

"That is true. We don't need to though. It's only been 30 minutes since we took you from outside the Janitor's cupboard. By the time they come looking for you, your brain will already be empty and I will be unstoppable."

"Do it now Tommy."

Tommy lunged at the teacher. She darted out of the way just in time.

"Ha. I'm so scared."

Next Tommy grabbed a sword from the wall and began to run into the ace of spades. He managed to slip away just before the sharp blade ended his life.

"So that's how we're playing. Ongard."

This time the ace of spades made the first move swaying his weapon in front of Tommy's face. 

"Enough of your games. Stop putting it in front of my face before I put mine in your heart.

"You're a feisty one. Shame you had to die so soon."

With that, he thrust his sword onto Tommy's chest only to be blocked by his opponent's quick reflexes.

"You really thought it would be that easy? Come on now. Let me show you how it's done."

He pushed his sword in the direction of the ace of spade's chest and for a moment it felt like this would be the end for him. Then another sword knocked his blade out of the way just before the cut was made.

"Let's end this nonsense once and for all."

The teacher swiped under Tommy's feet and he dodged just in time.

"Are you even trying?"

"Come on, let's get him. On three."  "1" Tommy's sabre was knocked out his hand. "2" He stood there utterly defenceless "3" . . .

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