High School Royale

15〛Morality

Jesse Mercado - 10:51AM
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"This feels so wrong," Jesse muttered, a body slung around his shoulder. They were in the social studies hall, having expanded their boundaries for kidnapping.

One of the boys Brandon captured earlier had a case of sedatives, and thus the process had become even easier.

"Just take Aaron and Maria and run," Thomas whispered, stepping over a corpse. He gagged.

"We'll never make it out there on our own, just the three of us," he said.

"Bullshit, man," he whispered. "You three survived all of day one and traversed through half the school! I don't know if I can keep doing this," Thomas said, face lined with sweat. "It goes against everything I've ever learned. Matthew 15:19, for out of the heart come evil intentions, murder..."

"It's fine, we're okay," Jesse said. "We're just following Albert's orders for our own safety. We don't have a choice."

"Y'all!" Brian shouted, turning back from the front of the hall. "I found something!"

"Come on," Thomas said, the two running up to meet Brian, who had turned into a hall barricaded with a layer of desks and wooden crates.

"Woah, that's an impenetrable defense," Jesse muttered.

Brian scoffed, stepping forward and raising his bat, but Thomas grabbed his collar last-second.

"Look!" he hissed. There were vertical trap wires hanging from the ceiling tiles.

"God damn, walls and traps? Pfft. Probably not worth the effort. Those mice in the other gym would be much easier prey."

Jesse's stomach churned, stepping away, when a noise sounded. They turned around; a figure covered in black–save for her eyes which exposed a few strands of her hair, betraying her female identity–had stepped foot in the hall. Her eyes widened and she ran off.

"Hey!" Brian screamed, running after her. "Leave the body there guys, help me out!"

Thomas hesitated, but Jesse pulled his arm. "If we don't help him, we're dead to Albert."

He gulped, before running after them. The girl reached the third floor stairs, leaping over the railing and zooming upwards. Brian already had his sedative out. When the others caught up, Brian was still, eyes darting everywhere. "Where did she go?"

Jesse pointed to the rooftop door, which was ajar. "There!"

"That's where the rooftop shooter is!" Thomas hisses.

"The shooter's long gone," Brian said, booking it. With no choice, the others followed. Once outside the door, Brian paused again, taking a sweeping view over the flat concrete expanse of the roof. The hair on Jesse's neck stood up. He turned around.

She was perched on the roof of the doorway. Before he could scream, she leaped from hiding, wrapping around Brian's neck. He screamed, trying to jam the sedative into her, but her hands took control as she took out a small knife, slicing across his wrist.

He and Thomas screamed, blood spewing out in a wide arc as she snatched the sedative. Before Jesse had even got his bat into position, she had jumped off, circling behind and yanking his pants down, injecting the sedative into his butt.

Jesse raised his bat, but from behind she whipped out a machete. He gasped, nearly dropping his bat. "Wait! No! I'm sorry!"

She swung, metal meeting wood. The blade cut into his bat, and he screamed, pushing forward. Thomas attempted to charge, but she ducked, kicking his feet about from beneath him, before charging forward and knocking Jesse off his own feet. Both their bats fell out their hands and tumbled away.