Unstoppable: Revitalized

-30-

Fuck, It's cold.

Walking through the empty streets, I noted the complete absence of anything: The only things I could really see were illuminated by street lamps, and the only sound beside my bated breath was the wind slicing against me, begging to get under my coat and steal what little heat I had. I felt completely alone, and understood isolation: No one knew where I was. No one was coming to get me. It was me against the world

And the world has it coming.

It was easily the calmest walk I'd ever had to my destination. Not a soul moved between the lights, nor did an animal make a peep. It was just my breath against my coat collar, the patter of my shoes clicking crisply against concrete, and the blood whirling in my ears, revelling at what I was planning. I played my plan back in my head, over and over, trying to sketch out every detail I could. I got so wrapped up, I didn't notice a guy right in front of me, who I glanced off of, causing both of us to slightly stumble. He didn't even look back, but I did: A long trench coat covered most of him, a beanie wrapped around his head keeping him mostly invisible as he continued to stroll through the night, unconcerned about what I'd done. Musing about it for a moment, I let it pass, walking further into the night, until I ended up, right outside my target, panic starting to creep into my heart.

Who would've thought I'd be at school early?

The gate I'd become infamous with stood in front of me, it's size demonstrating prowess, as if trying to warn me of my impending actions.

It's a hinderance, not something to be fucking praised.

Putting one foot to the handle, I swung my body up, the force allowing me to catch the top with ease as I settled myself comfortably before throwing a leg over, barely missing the spikes that lined the sides as I yanked myself up. I took a deep breath, putting both legs over, before letting go. However, the gate had other plans, catching my foot and causing me to free fall, landing in a heap at the bottom, my face biting the concrete. I took a moment, feeling sorry for myself, spitting out small shards of gravel before standing, groaning at the bruises I'd have pop up soon. I took another look at the gate, almost as if to try and calm myself down. It was my only exit, my way in and out, and in a pinch? I wasn't climbing it.

You could turn around, go home, scrap the letter, and forget you ever even tried this. It'd be easy... Almost too easy. Sure, trespassing is illegal, but so is murder, and arson, and technically abduction. In the grand scheme of things? This wasn't awful.

Steeling myself, I crept towards the main building of the school, guiding myself towards the bottom of the headmaster's windows. He had three, each one just as large and fragile as the other one. I was hoping for an open one, something I could sneak my way into, but, obviously, that would be a little too easy.

Plan B it is. I just hope no one's here. 

I grabbed a rock from the parking area, something that would fit in my hand, before holding it with my palm flat, facing the glass itself. I found a small crack in one of the corners, and using that as a weak point, I struck the rock against it, watching the glass wobble in frustration. I hit again, harder, before the crack grew to a chunk. Again, and it started to really shatter, thousands of small, angry shards running all across it. Stepping back, I threw it at the window with all my might, the rock flying through the glass, causing it to shatter and cover everywhere near, the sound painfully and noticeably loud. Feeling the rush of fire inside me, I threw my coat over the ledge, vaulting in. Cringing at my feet cracking more glass, I found myself in the headmaster's office: It wasn't lit, but pulling my phone out, I found his desk, before beginning to rifle through it, looking for anything linked to me, The Boss, or my group back home. Papers flew around me, ending up in unorganised, cluttered piles as my search turned up nothing. I was getting frantic: More paper, more nothing, ripping pieces, throwing anything I could, desperately trying to find something, anything-

Tap, tap, tap.

I froze, zoning my hearing in to try and focus on what I thought I'd heard, the sound being both confirmed and getting louder. Sweat formed on my brow as I pondered what to do, noting the window would be enough, and hopefully give me enough time to get out. I jumped over the desk, causing it to clatter, the footsteps now sounding like someone running. I practically flew out of the window, grabbing my coat, just to see someone burst through the door, our eyes locking immediately. The cigarette still clung to his mouth, as the rest of his aged face formed into a snarl, damage his intention.

The fucking Caretaker.

"OI! GET BACK 'ERE!" He yelled, which kicked me back into working order, spinning round and sprinting as fast as I could, the gate getting closer and closer by the second. I felt as if I'd never moved faster, my feet pounding against the grass. I'd put my coat on whilst racing, barely looking behind me. I could see it now: The spikes gleaming in glee, as if knowing I had a high chance of skewering myself on them with my current situation. I didn't care. I was close, so close, I could practically taste it. I was just about to throw my legs up and start the climb, before I heard a notable smash, as if someone had slammed a car door harshly. Instantly, my leg fell out under me, causing me to slip to the floor, catching the stars for a brief moment before rolling back over to face the school, the window I'd broke whistling in the calm breeze. I could make out steps, and the bastard's silhouette as he raised something at me. Another slam, and I felt something rip through my still body, emerging out the other side. A few more slams seemed to hit me, my body feeling more and more immobile with each sound, before he came into view fully. A glint from his hand revealed a small pistol with a suppressor stuck to the front of it, smoke gently oozing from the tip of the gun. His smile was wide as he pointed it at me, shooting the rest of his bullets into my body randomly, the pain becoming so extreme I couldn't speak. He was saying something, but with the wounds I had, and the state I was in, I couldn't hear a word. Eventually, he just sighed, before grabbing my arms and dragging me back towards the school, my crimson blood leaving a messy trail just behind me.