The End

I Want Silence

I listened to Control on repeat whilst writing this.

Thank you Astraea5241 for the idea. I hope you like it.
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I'm walking.

It's in front of me.

The hell hole.

I'm drowning in the insults but my weapons are keeping me afloat - for now.

My wide smile is cut into my face and as I push open the doors, it stretches further and the red begins to trickle down my neck. There will be no escape for these monsters. I shut the door with one of the many bicycle locks in my duffel bag. They are trapped in my head so I shall trap them in here. It will help me mute the voices. One down - seven more to go.

As I walk around the school, the blood of the wardens and the office b*tches staining my hands, my hood protecting me from the eyes of the evil, I begin to choose which weapon to use first: the rifle or the gas. Well, I guess I could make them choke on their poisonous air whilst I put down the beasts. Ah, all of the doors are locked. Now, I can purge the city of the demons in one go. The people will be so pleased with me.

The assembly hall is a few feet ahead. I remember her face - eyes wide open, lips tinted blue, life blocked by the choker around her neck. She was hanging from the light, her body swaying to the tune of my screams. It was them. They are the reason why I'm alone. They are the reason she is alone. She needs friends. She told me so.

I have to obey her.

I open the door slightly, throw in the containers and keep them all inside using the sports equipment. The silent killer is plaguing the already deadly air and I laugh in delight as the monsters begin to cough and choke. Their hands go up to their throats. No, don't do that! I want to.

With my mask safeguarding me from the deadly gas, I quickly enter the gymnasium and shut it with the last of my locks. I tilt my head in confusion as the leaders of the flock scream for me to help them. They didn't help me. The mutts are pushing eachother to reach the door and they beat it in an attempt to escape. No chance.

I settle my bag on the bench of the highest bleacher and reach for the gun. It's fully loaded with the extra ammunition easily accessible. As I begin to tear the the air with the bullets, the screams begin to become hysteric. It pleases me greatly. She used to scream too. Some of the monsters try to counter-attack but I am prepared for this battle; using the machete binded to the end of my rifle, I puncture them in areas that render them unable to attack any further but keep them alive. She said it should be painful. It was painful for us so they should feel it too, no?

Only a few remain now. The ones who hurt us the most.

"PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE SCARING ME!"

"DON'T! PLEASE DON'T"

"I'M SORRY! DON'T DO THIS"

We used to say that too. They showed no mercy. I will show no mercy. She was martyred. I shall avenge. I throw the useless gun to the side and wield two katanas from the duffel bag. We bought them together. We were meant to do this together but she was taken.

The murderers retreat like the cowards they are. They group together - fools.

A mad cackle escapes my mouth as I slowly swing the blades in practised arks. They cut across the air with a hiss that displays their thirst for red. More red all over the floors and walls. They are still screaming. It's getting annoying. There's another noise in the background too. It's hurting my ears.

Stop

Stop it

STOP!

I thrust my two blades into the group, with precise swings and jabs, they fall to the ground. They cry out again but some of them are silenced. I bend down to reach their level and whisper her name into their ears before plunging my face into their wide eyes. It feels good. I want to do this again. Their empty sockets are now a bowl for the juice and it tastes nice.There's a liquid painting the floor. I like it. It's a nice colour.

The noise is too loud. I hear a voice.

"NOT ENOUGH! I WANT MORE! YOU'RE USELESS, WHY CAN'T YOU EVER HELP ME? I NEED MORE! WE NEED MORE."

I cover my ears with my hands. She is still angry. I thought she would be happy. The juice is covering me. I thought that this might please her. I was wrong again. This isn't enough. I need to get more friends for her. She is still lonely.

I leave the hall using the keys sewn to my hands. There is some peace right now. It won't last for long. Stuffing my outfit, into a locker, I change into something new. I don't like it. It doesn't have the nice colour on it. The last thing I do is walk out of the building and use my final weapon.

The heat warms me up slightly. I watch the colours blend to form the moving picture. The orange, the yellow and red stand out against the black and grey. Such a pretty picture.

I must not be idle. I need her to be happy. That's when she will leave.