Survival of the fittest

The Beginning...

                  It was just an average day at Westford Heights Junior High. No particular events, just an average day, or so it seemed. You might think it was average, but you are oh so very wrong...

                Atlas barely managed to keep his eyes open during  Ms. Barlow's math class. He hadn't got much sleep last night and the dim fluorescent lights weren't helping his case either. "Atlas," Ms. Barlow called "could you hand in your worksheet?". "Shit." Atlas thought. He was so distracted by trying to stay awake that he completely forgot to finish his worksheet about square roots. Atlas tried to come up with an excuse "Uhhm, just a second Ms. Barlow. I'm finishing up the last question.". Atlas looked around for someone who could help him, but everyone else already handed their worksheets in. Everyone except for Arabella gray. Atlas couldn't ask Arabella for answers, he despised her. To Atlas, Arabella was a stuck up prick. In this situation however, Atlas had no choice but to ask her for the sake of his grades. "Arabella!" Atlas faked a warm greeting "Could you possibly give me the answers to...um the whole worksheet?". Arabella looked at Atlas with an annoyed demeanor. "You had the entire class to do the work, and you decide to do it now?" Arabella Grumbled. "Well you see," Atlas began "I-" "Just take it" Arabella interupted, looking at Atlas like he was desperate. "Thanks" Atlas muttered. He copied the answers as quickly as he could and handed the sheet back to Arabella. 

           Ms. Barlow stood up in front of the class  "Alright class! Settle down. I'm going to hand out your homewo-", a sudden bang could be heard in the hallway "Woah, what was that?" a student whispered "I think there's an intruder" another student replied. Suddenly, the door was kicked open by a strange man with a gun. "Target located." The man replied on his walkie-talkie, like he was some hit-man from the cringe movies. He loaded his gun and shot Ryder Green, Atlas' best friend. "Ryder! Someone help!" Atlas yelled in urgency, but what could he really do? Ryder was dead. 

       In the depths of the karaoke bar known as "Rhythm Works", hid the lair of the Black Mambas, which is one of the worlds most dangerous and widespread mafia gangs. Their leader, Tony Fitch, is one of the most powerful men on the planet. He's tall slender man with raven hair and olive skin. His voice was so threatening that it could quite literally send shivers down your spine. To his minions, he was known as "The Boss".

       "Boss!" One of Tony's men spoke on his walkie-talkie "The target has been eliminated." Tony began to reply "Good, any more news? Did you make sure that there were no witnesses?" There was a brief moment of silence "Well..." The man started "The whole school has witnessed his slaughter" the man winced, expecting an earful from his boss. "Shit Jackson, I told you to do it when there were no witnesses." Tony stated. "Well, what do I do now?" the man asked. "I'll send reinforcements" Tony planned "Kill them all, every last one of them."

       Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry if my grammar is bad.