Armed

Discovered

        Ryan and I glared at Braden. We knew we were going to die. A mop would kill us. A mop knocked down by Braden would kill us. Even though we would most likely die, I forgave him. Why should I get mad at him? We would most likely be killed outside the school, or get spotted by the terrorists. Wait... what were they trying to do? They wouldn't get anything by killing a bunch of children. Guess I shouldn't think of that at a time like this.
        One of the terrorists heard the mop, and thudded down the hallway to the closet. We heard his hand touch the doornob. At least I would die with my friends... and it would hopefully be a quick and painless death. Ryan thought fast, and hit the man in the nose right as he opened the door. He grabbed his nose, and began rubbing it. Ryan grabbed his gun, and pointed it at the man's face.
          "Wait! You don't know what your doing with that thing! Someone could get hurt... or killed!" He said, panicking.
           "And what were your intentions with this? Oh, and I know exactly what I'm doing." Ryan said calmy.
           We heard the click of the trigger, and our ears began ringing. The man's face was covered in blood, and in the middle of his face was a hole, with a metal cylinder. Blood was seeping through the hole, and we stared at Ryan in disbelief.
          "Why'd you kill him? I thought we would just hold him hostage!" I said.
          "You hurt my ears, Ryan! And you killed someone! You're only 11!" Braden screamed.
          "Well, he would've done the same thing to us. And I hurt my ears too, Braden. So stop complaining guys. You should be glad we aren't dead."
          I walked out of the closet, and looked at the hallway. Ryan kicked the lifeless man, so he could walk through the door. Braden easily jumped over the guy, and we both didn't know what would happen next.
          "I wonder what my Mom will think of this..." I said.
          "We'll never know." Ryan said. He grabbed Braden's hand, and gestured me to follow him. He ran through the hallway, and sprinted right past the other terrorist. Braden and I just stared.