Claire

"I laced up my old black converse and packed my bag. That was a big day, after all, that was the day I was going to kill them all.

Out the door I went, with out anyone to the wiser. How could they expect this? I'm a normal student, I have a's and b's and have a few "friends". But the kids in my school were, dirty, and I had to clean them. If not me then who else?

I felt my knife lightly scrape my side and leg from where I had tucked it into my waistband. I felt the heavy pull of the two guns in my bag and the ammo rattling around, and I knew I was ready.

I got into my car and drove all the way to the school parking as close as possible. When I got out of my car I made sure I was the last one in the school. I walked up to the door, shutting them behind me and locked them with the janitor keys that I pickpocketed yesterday. I almost dropped the keys because the gloves I was wearing to keep my fingerprints off of as many things as possible were a bit to thick. I went around our large high school and locked all the exits and all the windows on the first floor.

I went into the bathroom nobody goes into, and got out my pistol, and the semi-automatic. I didn't know what they were called but it didn't matter.

I took out the ammo and loaded the guns and poured one box in one pocket and the other in another one. I put them back into my bag, we had an assembly today, I would do it then.

I went to my first hour and sat patiently waiting for the assembly.

We listened to the teacher tell us to listen and stay welled behaved.

That's impossible for them.

I got up and walked to the gym with my four "friends" surrounding me.

One complained about a test, another about some girl.
The third about her boyfriend.
And the last one about her lack of said boyfriend.

When they looked to me expecting me to join in with the complaining, I just said what I always said "these kids in this school are annoying." I knew if I didn't respond they would know something was up. And I smiled, not because of them, but because I knew their blood was going to be on the floor soon.

I hung back claiming to have to use the bathroom. I slipped the silencer onto my pistol to kill any kids remaining outside of the gym. I shot all the cameras from cover and killed the poor old janitors, one kid came out of the gym to use the bathroom and as she rounded the corner I shot her between the eyes before she could scream.

I walked over to the main gym door and locked it from the outside with the keys I took from one of the janitors.

Walking around to the other door quickly before anyone noticed the main door was tricky.

I can't fail, I have been planing this since I learned about the a assembly, so about a month.

I reached the other door and locked it on my way in.

The school stared at me in horror, my clothes were bloody and I had a gun in my hand.

I ran to the other door and locked it, adding a padlock also.

While my back was turned I conjured fake tears and put a horrified expression.

The principal walked up to me angry.

"THIS IS NO PRANK TO PLAY!" He yelled at me.

Perfect, I let the fake tears flow down my face.

"Please, please don't try to leave, he's out there, please, he almost KILLED me! Please!" I fake begged.

He suddenly became very concerned. "Who? Who is he?"

"I-I don't know, some man, he came in, I saw him when I left the bathroom, he... He shot a young girl... In- and the janitors, so I took on of their keys and locked the doors, but he shot at me as I ran into the gym.

"Where did you get the gun?" He asked

Oh shit.

Fuck it.

"It's- it's mine." I stopped the tears and grinned shooting him in the stomach.

It very convenient that the nobody gets reception in the gym, there is only one spot you can get reception in this gym.

And it on the stage.

Someone made a run for it and I shot them.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" My "best friend" yelled.

"Duh." I said before shooting her.

Kids rushed to the door pushing each other down the stairs. It was quite funny.

They tried the doors, all the doors. Locked. Kids started crying, and I laughed.

"Please," they begged "let us go, we didn't do anything!"

I shot another kid. Then another. And another.

I shot them one by one, killing all the teachers in the proses.

I heard sirens in the distance so I shot faster, killing half the school.

There was only a handful left when the police busted through the door, I shot more while they ran after me.

I was caught, this was not part of the plan. How did they get through the door so easily. Who called them?

The secretary.

I completely forgot about her.

I turned around and bolted for the nearest door, great, it's the one I secured with a padlock.

I shot the lock and busted through the door shooting some of the police.

I went to shoot another officer.

Click.

Click.

Shit, out of ammo. I reach for my pocket with the bullets.

Fuck, I'm out. I stop and rest my arm down to my side.

There is no way they are taking me in.

They close around me in a wide semi-circle guns drawn.

Death is the only option I see, so I quickly bring my gun up like I'm going to shoot one of them, but someone from my side shoots me, then another.

Another to my abdomen, still not dead.

Finally. Everything goes black with the bullet to my chest.

A brief moment of clarity until I get shot in my head.

Done.

And that's how I got here."

Claire, crossed and uncrossed her arms, facing the dark women.

Her face was completely blacked out and was in a black robe.

Most people envision Death as a man, but really it's a she, and she is relentless.

She gives out a cold dark chuckle.

"Well, come with me." Her voice was smooth which took Claire by surprise.

Claire took her smooth dark hand and allowed herself to be led into the never ending darkness.

Suddenly Death stopped and looked down.

The thick mist cleared from her gaze and a latch door appeared in the floor.

Death lifted her unoccupied hand and put it over the door, it swung open and Death led Claire closer to the hole.

Flames ripped up from the door.

"Jump." She whispered into Claire's ear, and Claire did.

Time for Deaths next appointment.