Sweet but a psycho

Smooth Criminal

Falling off a 20-meter and 40-centimeter-high building, a fall from 18 meters is already a chance of death, and from 24 meters a 100% chance except if you fall on a soft underground. Lucky enough, I know this school better than the shooters. On this side of the school grow bushes, soft enough to stop my fall.

"Is she dead?" I hear a man say next to me. 

"I'm alive," I respond. 

"Are you hurt anywhere? the ambulance is coming." The man says.

"Nah I'm ok, do you have a gun or something, I need to go back inside," I answer to the man, it's a cop, I see it now.

"Don't think so, come on stand up, you are safe now."

The cop takes me by my arm to the other agents, they put aluminum folie around me, what they do with traumatized people. I don't see the point of it. They ask me basic questions about his identity. 

"Did you see the shooter's face?"

"Yes," I say.

"Is it a man or woman?"

"Man," I say

"Does he have a beard?" 

"No," I say

"Does he wear glasses?" 

"No," I say.

Does he have a triangle, square, or circle-shaped head?"

"Triangle," I say. 

"Around what age?"

"My age! Ok, I don't have time for this, his name is Christian, and he is a Sociopath, with blond wave hair, 5.9 feet tall, The people who help him are; Bill, James, Noah-Levi, and Jane. Jane is dead, Noah-Levi stepped out. There are also 6 others but I didn't get their name."

"Christian, I heard that name before," the policewoman mumbles, she types a name on her computer "Here he is, Christian Christofer Cane, 23 years old. Arrested for sending threatening pictures and theft, had to spend 3 days in jail and got raped there. Sinds then a Sociopath and committed a school shooting in 2019 in Wales. He earned 70,000 Euros and fled to America, betraying his team by leaving them without any of his money as he promised." The policewoman says. 

She shows me a picture, "That's him." I say. I may leave. The sheriff walks up to me. "Ellen, after we saw you on the roof, we commanded all parents to leave. We thought there would be an attack on us. we called yours, and they are coming right now." he tells me. "all right sheriff." I look at his pistol, It's all open to grap, not secured with anything except for the other agents, not like a good thing for a sheriff to do, perfect for me.

The sheriff stands still in the middle of the schoolyard, I pull my hand out to his gun, but then he turns around, "Ellen, what's wrong?" he asks, fast I set crocodile tears in, like Ashley learned me. "*sniff* I just want to know if my parents are already coming?" I sob out. "They are almost here sweetheart, just wait a little longer" He says.

Second attempt: The sheriff talks to a cop about the money, the pistol of the cop is secured, the one of the sheriff isn't. I stand next to them, and try to pick up the gun. but the cop already sees it. "What do you think you are doing?!" He yells at me. "Waiting!" I yell back. "Leave her alone," the sheriff says to the cop, "She comes from a traumatizing experience." The cop gives me the look that older siblings give the youngest when he gets away with things by their mom.

3rd attempt: The sheriff talks to the woman who interviewed me, she opens her computer to show him the photo of Christian. I walk by, and grab the pistol in less than a second. They don't suspect a thing.

I see my parent's car ride up to the parking place. It's now or never, I crouch under the black-yellow tape and speed to the entrance. "Hey Stop!" yells an agent. I'm fast enough to come through the door. "Agent A, don't go there!"

"The girl ran inside!"

"Oh no!" my dad shouts to my mom, "She is crazy again!"