School of MAD

Killing Class

"Wasn't that fun?" Asked Emily, her mouth full of tacos. "God, I LOVE killing innocent people!"

Holy cow, I thought. These people are nuts.

"Pound it!" Yelled Eva as she and Emily fist bumped. Ok, I had to admit. That was cool.

I was starting to wonder if they really like me or if they are just going to trap me then kill me. After all, this was a killing school. I was really enjoying my tacos, not to mention the AMAZING Baja blast. I really liked this Taco Bell.

"Ok, let's go to class," said Eva. "We don't want to be late." I didn't think you cared, I thought.

"Yeah you're right, let's go." Emily started running really fast to the classroom. I tried to follow, but I didn't know where to go. Luckily, Eva led me and we got to class right on time.

"Hello Emily. Eva." He nodded to the girls. "Take your seats girls, we are about to start class."

Eva and Emily sat down next to each other, right in the front of the class. There was an empty seat behind them, so I took it.

"And who might you be?" Asked the teacher, pointing a long finger at me.

"Becky," I said quietly.

"Hello Becky, I am Professor Stan. Okay, everyone, pull out a knife."

Everyone did just that, and, to my surprise, I had a knife that Eva had given me earlier.

"Good, now break into groups of three." Everyone started running around, getting into their groups. Eva and Emily came over to me and asked me to be in their group.

"Ok, everyone should be in their group by now," said Professor Stan. "Now, to start off, I will bring in three random people and you have to double slice kill them!" He sounded excited; that wasn't good. And what the heck did double slice kill mean?

"I'll go first," Eva stated proudly.

"Then me!" Exclaimed Emily. "Becky, go after me."

"What's a double slice?" I asked.

"Wow you really are new here. Double slice is a way I invented to kill people!" Professor Stan stated proudly. "Pretty much, you just kill them in two, swift motions. I'll demonstrate. Jonathan, come over here." A semi-tall guy wearing glasses walked over to me. Professor Stan directed him to stand on one of the many white platforms, probably to protect the floor from stains. Then, without warning, Professor Stan cut Jonathan's body in half, then cut his head off. His dead, bloody body almost made me vomit.

"Now, that, Becky, is a double slice." He smirked. "Wanna try?"