The Security Adventures

Chapter 2

Even though I had just been through something terrifying, my parents were scaring me. My dad couldn't emphasise how many times I would need to take a shower, patch up the cuts and how I should've helped the ELC kids first (I still choose to help friends first). My mom was hugging me to death, too many times, expressing the fact I could've been hurt and crying at the thoughts. But, eventually, I got myself in my room, alone, to text my friends. "Clean up your room! Aunt Nathalie is visiting in a few minutes!" Mom calls out after me. I sat down and pulled out my phone, seeing my friends had started texting without me. It kinda went like this:

[Eric] That was intense. Anyone hurt??
[Matt] Nope. Scary has hell!!!
[Dawn] Ur scared? Dude, I was in the gym!
[Mikayla] Yeah! What she said ^^^
[Me] EVERYONE SHUSH! Anyone wondering who actually did it?
[Arnold] Bet it's ISIS (A/N sorry if I offended anyone with that comment!)
[Mikayla] Don't jump 2 conclusions! Could be anyone!
[Eric] Right. Let's list the possibilities
[Arnold] ISIS, I'm telling you
[Mike] Bloody hell, Arnold, shut up about ISIS
[Me] Oh hi, Mike. So, I'm making a mental list. ISIS, who else?
[Dawn] Some jerk like Malcolm Brown
[Mikayla] Yeah. Malcolm's a possibility
[Eric] Okay, I understand Malcolm is a bully, jerk and has mental issues, but terrorism? That's a bit of a jump
[Me] Eric, any supplement is not extreme
[Me] suggestion*
[Me] Autocorrect
[Mike] Anybody considering teachers?
[Arnold] I'm picturing Mr. Gavin being a suicide bomber
[Matt] Nup. Mr. Gavin was teaching us math
[Trevor] u think we'll be allowed back 2 school tomorrow??
[Eric] tomorrow's Saturday
[Trevor] oh right. WE SHALL NOT SPEAK OF THAT MISTAKE

That's how the conversation went. Three options: ISIS, Malcolm or teachers. I doubt the teachers would do it. I heard someone pounding on the front door. Aunt Nathalie. "Is your room clean?" Mom calls out. Oh no. I hear mom walking up the stairs. I jump off my bed and grab all the clothes off the floor and toss them into a open drawer, which I shut. I hear mom walking down the corridor. Hurry up, Tim, hurry up. I stretch my blanket out, to make it seem as if I did my bed, when in reality, I just stretched the blanket. I checked the bed sheets weren't slipping off and cramped my bags into one corner. I flopped back onto my bed and grab my phone, right as the door opens. I grin at mom. "Yeah, it's clean" I say, with a huge grin, which made it seem like it wasn't clean a second ago. Mom rolls her eyes. "Aunt Nathalie's here. All Hailstone College student's parents have been emailed by your principle. At 2:00 PM tomorrow, I know it's a Saturday, but you will have to head up to school pay your respects to the people you died. 42 people died"

After an hour of talking to my aunt, I headed up to bed. I flopped onto my bed and grabbed my phone. I could already feel my eyelids closing on me. Goddamn it. I tap on the conversation from before and send the message 'Hi' with a smiley-face emoticon. I exit the conversation, right before I fell into my deep sleep.

*

Saturday | 8:44 AM

I got dressed and sat down for breakfast. Mom had left for work, leaving me with my dad and my pet dog, Shauna. "44 people dead now" Dad says. I sigh and stop eating my cereal. "2 more died over night. One from blood lose and one from a broken neck. They have a list of all the fallen people here. Only one name appeals to you" dad says. I rest my chin on my hand. Shauna jumped onto my lap, licked my chin once and started sniffing my cereal, before I pull her away. "Mr. Newton" he says. Oh, shucks. Mr. Newton was so nice! He was on of my favourite teachers!

The rest of the day was boring. Studying for exams and whatnot. At 1:50 PM, Dad dropped me off at school. People were walking around, some fixing the damage, some talking, some crying and some just standing around. I walk over to Mike, who was just standing, next to the boys change rooms. Before I could say a word, a sound burst across the area, which I really didn't need to hear. Another explosion.

This time, it was too close for my liking. It was inside the change rooms, so it was like 30 metres away from me. Since I was so close to him, the wind flung we forward, onto the wet grass on the oval. I could hear screams and fire. More cuts were on my face now. Brilliant. I flip onto my back, where I shield my fave from the smoke. I start coughing and roll out of the way of the smoke. I stand up and groan. My uniform was ruined once again. I see Mike, getting up, off the ground, further down the oval. I look around. I can't see much, through the dust and smoke, but I see someone running to me. At first, I thought it was Dawn, because it was girl with short hair and glasses. But it wasn't Dawn. It was another girl. Short black hair and weird glasses, with a tall face. She wasn't wearing a Hailstone college uniform, but a red shirt, black trousers and a black leather jacket. "Be quiet" she says. What was she doing? She pulls out a black cylinder, the size of a cell phone, out of her pocket. I realise what it is a second too late. She presses it against my stomach and the feeling of a electricity consumes me, as the taser activates. I fall to the ground and start screaming, but I can't move. The girl turns off the taser and covers my mouth. I still couldn't move. My eyes were closing. She looks around and I hear more screams nearby. My eyes shut fully.

*

I open my eyes and it feels like only a second has passed since I last closed them. I was in a white room. A white room made of white bricks. There were 2 wooden chairs and a table between them, like there was going to be an interview. There was also a metal door. I stand up and walk to the door and grab the handle. Where am I? I pull the hand, but it wouldn't budge. "Hey! Help me!" I shout, pounding my fists against the metal door. You would expect nobody to come to my rescue, but the door did open.

A man walked into the room and I sit down on the chair. The name wore a suit, a black formal jacket, black trousers and pale blue formal shirt. He also wore a black tie, with light blue stripes. He looked around 30-40 years old. He had brown hair, brown beard and moustache and transparent glasses, which had a tint of gold in them and were a bit big for him. His beard and moustache almost covered the bottom half of his face completely. "You're awake I see" he says. I stand up and step towards the wall behind me. "Who are you?" I demand. Was this the guy who caused the attacks at my school? I bet it is. The man inhales a deep breath, the wind hissing through his teeth as it rushed into his mouth. He dragged the desk over in front of a chair and sat down on it. The man placed a couple of papers on the table, filled with huge paragraphs and pictures, accompanied by a few diagrams and graphs. "My name is Nick Duncan. Most people just call me 'Dun'" he says, taking off his glasses. I sit down in the chair. I still don't trust the guy.

Dun smiles. "Tim...Kendall? That's your name?" Dun asks, referring to a sheet of paper. I frown. "Where on earth did you get that from?" I demand, snatching the sheet of paper from Dun. Dun calmly reaches across the table and grabs the sheet back off me, before I can read anything. "Just answer the question and you can meet up with your friends" he says, sighing. He had my friends locked up somewhere, or something?! "Fine, I am Tim Kendall! Now take me to my friends!" I demand, standing up. Dun was taking this calmly. He nods once, puts his glasses back on and beckons me to follow him.

3 minutes of walking down cold concrete corridors, with doors every so often. It wasn't until I left the room that I realised that I wasn't wearing my uniform anymore. I was wearing casual clothes: red shirt, black shorts and an Apple Watch. After a few minutes, Dun opened a door, revealing a large room. Eric, Matt, Mikayla, Dawn, Trevor, Mike and Arnold were in there. They all looked confused. It was again, a white room. There was a fireplace, a chess board on a table, a pool table and 2 doors: labelled 'Boys Dorms' and 'Girls Dorms'. Dun sighs and moves his glasses back up, because they were slipping off. "Uhh...I will send in my assistant, Ian, to take you to your dorms. Uhh...he'll explain everything"