Stereotypes

2.4

Samantha
The big man had picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like I was nothing. I tried to fight him, kicking my feet and slapping his back with my hands, but he didn't like that. He threw me to the ground and yelled at me in a booming voice and slapped me across the face. I was then quiet atop his shoulders, single tears running down my face. We finally were in the band room, the whole class was on the ground with a few chairs and stools behind them. There were several other big men in the room, with hard, emotionless faces. The man carrying me set me down on my feet as another man came behind me and gripped my wrists. The man behind me tied my wrists behind my back and tied a cloth around my mouth. A different man then put me in one of the chairs and tied my feet to the bottom. Not long after a brown haired man had a blonde boy by the hair came into the room. The boy had his hands tied behind his back and a cloth around his mouth. The blondie had an odd appearance, wearing a crop top and skinny jeans, and he seemed to be wearing makeup. The brown haired man set the boy In the chair to my left and I got a closer look at the boy. His green eyes had a red tint from how much he seemed to be crying, streams of water falling from his eyes. Another hostage came in, a tall brown girl with vibrant teal hair, tied up once again. Her hazel eyes were glossed over, thick with tears, but none fell. The men keeping us hostage tied the girl up left of the boy next to me. We all exchanged worried glances of pity to each other. There was then a loud voice dripping with anger.
'Jack is taking too damn long with the last one, can't we just shoot the rest already?'
A different calmer voice spoke,
'If that will satisfy you, then yes, go ahead and shoot them Ben, they're useless to our plan.'
The members of the band class started frantically looking around, their breaths quickening. The man named Ben took out a pistol and loaded it. He started to point at the group full of sobbing children letting out soft whimpers. Ben then put a gun to Amanda Roul's head and pulled the trigger with a loud bang. The girl, Amanda, always had several boys kneeling at her feet, trying to get a bite of her flawless blue eyes and wavy blonde locks. She had been a decent student, she was a senior, and she was going to go to a small college in Monterrey, California and study marine biology, but all that is gone. Ben then went person to person shooting them in the skull, remnants of their blood splattered my legs my clothes. After every shot I would scream through the cloth over my mouth and let out a muffled sound of alarm. I closed my eyes tight, waiting for the gunshots to stop. Why weren't the police here yet? I heard a grunt and rapid footsteps heading toward the door. I saw a girl about to leave the class of horror and blood when she too became a part of the band class' graveyard and fell in front of the door. The three of us were sobbing by now, even the girl with the bright hair was letting out tears. The last man came through the door with an Asian boy in his hands. The final man said something to the boy that I couldn't hear over my own sobs. The boy was then set in the stool to my right and was tied up. The man that had spoke so calmly earlier walked in front of the four of us and started to speak.
' You four are in for a treat, we have picked the four of you specially to carry on our words to the police. See, they should be here in aproximately 2 minuets and 43 seconds, so I need to talk fast.

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This was super long and I apologize, hopefully you liked it??? Idk, I'm kinda in love with this story idea so I probably will update more than once a week,but no promises. Anyway, enjoy!
~Europeanidiot