A bullet rang through the corridor, because we were behind a pair of large dark grey gym doors, you know the kind that has the silver push handle things and weigh like 2,000 pounds, it was slightly silenced but loud enough to be heard all the way down hall B. It was unexpected obviously, you could tell because as soon as jensen pulled the trigger we heard at least 10 female sounding screams from various classrooms.
"Get down!" a school janitor yells somewhere in the general vicinity.
We've been in a situation like this before- a kid a year or so younger than us uses 4chan for the first time, gets himself in trouble and then finds our website on the deep web and asks us for help, doesn't have shit to pay us, but since jensen has a soft side (a pretty big one for being a serial killer for god's sake) he feels bad and finds whoever threatened the kid and takes care of it. In both situations the person who threatened the kid has turned out to be a 16 year old with bad acne and cheeto breath that can do no harm. But since we are there at the right moment and right timing we decide to kill the person anyway. Not very effective, but if Jensen and I haven't had a good kill in a while we need to let out some steam.
Jensen still has the cheeto-breathed 4chan user in a headlock, gun to his temple. There's bits of brains on the wall. Yes, that's actually what happens. In literally every video game or song or movie they always describe it like that when you shoot someone. I didn't believe it until the first time i saw someone get shot. I was only 4, that's probably why i'm so messed up in the head. And the scene was exactly like they described it, if anything more disturbing. There's blood. A lot of blood. So much blood. I remember so much about that day, even though I was only 4 years old. I dont want to think about it.
There's so much stomping and shuffling in the hallway. It must be lunch or something, it is around 11.
On the wall on the back of the janitor's closet i see some posters from the school rendition of the play "All My Sons". I saw that when i was twelve I think. It basically changed my life.
"Maria?"
My attention gets torn from the posters and I turn around and look at jensen, he looks amazing. He always looks his best when he's like this. His hair messy and covered in the blood of whoever we just took the life of. I say we, but most of the time it's him that does the killing. It's my favorite thing to do when I watch him kill. Like i said, it's when he looks his best.
"Yes?"
"Is it lunchtime? Why are there suddenly so many kids outside?"
"I was just thinking that, possibly."
Jensen sets the body down gently on the pavement floor and stands up. He begins to put the gun back into the hidden pocket of a duffle bag. I walk over and kiss him roughly, Putting my hand under his chin and kind of squeezing his face. I step back and look at him. His face shows he wasn't expecting it. Or at least a kiss with such force right then and there. I kiss him again but softer and he kisses back.
"Wait ok Maria we have to get going we can be here much longer."
He moves the chair we tied our latest victim to and take all the bandanas we used for the restraining him off the ground. They now all have his blood on them and are beginning to crust up and get stiff due to the thickness of his blood. We take off plastic aprons we put on about 30 minutes prior of going into the building and place them in the duffle bag. They didn't help much for the splatter on Jensen's face and neck but that's ok, we'll be out of here before anyone will be looking for whoever committed this murder.
By this time, all the running in the hallway had stopped and the school was completely silent. Its like the building itself was waiting for another bullet to be shot. Everyone probably thinks a mass school shooting was about to take place. Another V tech or Columbine but no. No one will ever know what just happened inside these 4 walls besides me, Jensen, and Pizza-Face-Mcgee over here.
We make our way through the gym doors and begin to walk through the courtyard of the school where a few abandoned backpacks and lunch trays sit on some grass and stone seats. Just like i thought, the cops weren't there yet.
We both spot the nearest train tracks and go towards it without exchanging one word or look. We're just so used to it now we don't even have to talk to know what the other one was thinking.
