Evacuate

Chapter Two

Gunshots fired in the hallway while I was in my seventh class. Everyone gasped and screamed.

The teacher's head looked around, unsure of what to do. Mr. Faughts directed us to huddle against the

wall beside the door while he turned the lights off. Everyone in the room was silent, while there was so

much commotion outside. I was shaking, wondering where everyone is. Willow. Where's Willow.

There was all of this screaming and running. Where's Xach and Charlotte May? Kurt?

Another gunshot. Someone cried out and a thump followed. Then we heard the gunman speak.

"Shut up!" A male, he sounded in his late twenties. An eery silence fell afterward. It was so quiet I could

hear his footsteps walk around. I moved slowly towards the door, barely catching a glimpse out of the

small window. His back was to the door but he was very tall and big, not in a fat way, a muscular way.

I glanced around the floor. There was blood... And two casualties. They were still breathing, but

their faces were winced with pain. Charlotte May, who was not wounded, but was leaning over Xach who

was bleeding from his arm. Kurt, who had a bloody nose. I had to take a sharp breath not to scream. I

couldn't move. He started to turn towards the door and I couldn't move.

"Jesse!" Mr. Faughts whispered. "Move away from the door!"

But I couldn't move.

I then caught my first sight of his face, which looked oddly familiar. "Jesse," he grinned. "Come

out or I'll come in."

My body felt like jell­o. My hands were shaking as I reached for the door handle, turning it. I

stepped out and closed the door behind me. I swallowed hard.

"Nice of you to join us," He said. "If you struggle like the others, you'll end up like the others.

We just need one more,"

I already knew who he was referring too. I wanted him to say it, I wanted to hear him say the

name.
"Willow James." I flinched at the words. She's in Spanish.

"Are you going to hurt her?" I asked, sounding weak.

"Of course not. You all are vital for this... situation. Situation sounds good, yes."

"What situation?"

"You'll find out soon enough." He snapped, sounding irritable now. "Where is she?"

I sighed, wanting to lie and protect her, even though he said he wouldn't hurt her. But he was

staring at me, waiting for me to tell him. "Spanish." I said, defeated.

He nodded and smirked. "Get up!" He yelled to the others leaning against the wall. I watched as

Charlotte May tried to help Xach up, and I rushed to give Kurt a hand.

The gunman was already walking down the hallway. I glanced back at the classrooms and

shuttered. The gunman was whistling some nursery rhyme. "Hurry!" He called over his shoulder.

Time passed slowly as we made our way towards the Spanish room. I was shaking and had no

idea what I could do. He can't hurt Willow. He can't hurt Willow. He cannot hurt Willow.

We arrived to Spanish and I took a sharp breath. I looked into the small door window and saw the

lights were off and it appeared as if no one was in the room. They were doing the same thing as everyone

else. He knocked on the door casually. "Hello? Anyone in here?" He grinned.

"I don't think any­" Charlotte May started.

"Shut UP!" He waved the gun at her, and turned towards the door again. "Knock, knock. Is there

a Willow James?"

"They may not let you in­"

"When do you kids shut UP!" He screamed, aggravated. He shot my collar bone area and I

immediately blacked out, crumpling to the floor. "If she doesn't come out, he'll get another one." I heard

him say as I finally passed out.