The Tales of Flesh and Blood

Call On The Hitman

"Holy fuck!" I bellowed, my knuckles protesting loudly at the contact. 

And my shoulder. My poor, blessedly abused shoulder. I stumbled over her in pain, narrowly dodging the security guard for the side door that led to the nurse's office. No security officers there. There was, however, a student lying down in one of four beds, his head propped up at the commotion going on the other side of the wall. For a moment, I hesitated, confused at seeing who the boy was.

"Tria?" Felix asked, his face masking how I felt. "Everything okay?"

I glanced over my shoulder to see the security guard stumbling towards me and decided not to answer the lanky kid, instead making way for the door on the other side of the room. Nurse Donway was already there, blood streaming down from her nose, her dull eyes filled with hate. She tried to stop me, but it was clear that she had never been in a real fight before. She had her needle filled with something in one hand; however, it did not look as if she had planned for a struggle. Getting a needle into someone was hard when that person had eight years' worth of fighting on the streets. Sure, she had experience dealing with kids like me, but I doubt they ever tried fighting her, and if they did, there were security guards.

I don't know what I was thinking. When you're running for your life, you come up with crazy things. Like slugging off a small knapsack from your back and swinging it into Nurse Donway's gut like some sort of bat.

"Done-a-way with you," I said, shoving her aside as I made my way out in the hall.

"Security! Security, stop that girl!"

I wasn't sure who said that; Miss Donway or Harbery. I was just focused on getting out of the school, and one look to my left told me that I wasn't going to be getting out through the front doors. Whether the two other guards were part of this ploy or not, they took one look at me, saw the dazed nurse leaning against the doorframe, and made up their minds about who they were going to shoot first and ask questions later. I turned around and sprinted my way down the hall, turning the corner as their yells commanded me to stop. I nearly ran into a couple of other kids ditching class by ducking underneath the stairwell.

Those two kids were Fayette and what's-his-face from a couple of weeks ago.

"I'm going up the stairs," I told them, and continued pushing forwards. This hallway was shorter, and there was another hallway that cut straight through it a little ways further. I just rounded another corner when I heard the security guards.

"She went down that hall, officer," I heard Fayette say. I rolled my eyes. Were security guards considered officers?

"Up the stairs," I heard one of the men grumbling.

"W-wait, what? No, she went down there - hey!"

Ha. These were seasoned guards; they knew better than to trust the word of a lowly student. A ghost of a smile curled at my lips, and I used the opportunity to think about what the best way would be to get my ass out of here. Suddenly, I saw yet another security guard turning around the corner further down the hall. This school was a mess. How many guards did we have?

The guard froze upon seeing my bewildered face, and I wondered if she knew there was a student that just popped the nurse in the nose and was currently on the run. Seeing as how she wasn't charging at me, I guessed not, but she did look annoyed.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" she demanded, making way over to me, when something caught my eye. A very beautiful red box with a life-saving lever.

So. How do you get out of a school with security guards and counselors wanting your head? Simple. You pull a move from the movies and let the fire alarm go loose.