High School Takeover

The Start and The End

 She looked into Zane's big beautiful blue eyes. For the past 8 years, all Amber wanted was to be alone in a room with him, but never in this scenario. He was the guy to be alone in a room with, but after today, she wasn't sure she'd ever wanted to see his face again.

"You believe me, don't you?" Zane asked, looking more upset than anything else.

"I don't know what to believe," Amber crossed her arms and looked away. "This sounds absolutely ridiculous." Her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"I know. That's why I was reluctant to tell you, but you're the only way we're getting out of here alive." He tried to put his hand on her forearm, but she jerked away.

They were sitting alone in the chemistry classroom. Along with the rest of the school, they were locked inside, except they knew why. Well, Amber didn't know, but Zane did.

Amber stared at Zane's worried face. Zane and Amber's brother, Tom, had been inseparable since they were 10. Amber lovingly watched Zane grow up and date the cheerleading team, hating that she was two years younger than him. No, Amber thought to herself. These were not the things she should be thinking about right now. Her safety, and the rest of the high school's safety, was her first priority.

Harrison Public High School was commonly known for their unnaturally intelligent students. Mostly everyone moved on to the top whether it was teaching at Yale, working for the NSA, CIA, etc. It wasn't random that mostly all of the students were geniuses. When babies in the town of Fischer were born, their parents had the option of injecting a chemical that instantly increases a person's memorization and abilities to learn. Fischer was the only town in the Western Hemisphere with this possibility because, well, they were the most scientifically advanced society in the Americas. And yet somehow, someone managed to hack the school's security system.

The man wore a jet black bike helmet and a skin tight rubber suit. The sophomores that were in Amber's class spoke rumours about the man holding up the office. All of the windows and all of the doors that lead outside had been sealed shut during school, preventing all 1,800 high schoolers from leaving.

About a half hour after they announced the lockdown on the loudspeaker, Zane had barged into Amber's American History I classroom, demanding she be removed from the room effective immediately.

Zane, along with his other clique – Tom included – focused on neuroscience. Luckily, Tom had decided to fake sickness today so he could go sledding with his girlfriend.

After having pulled Amber into the chemistry classroom, Zane began ranting on and on about what the masked man wanted from the school. Amber couldn't quite believe it because it had just been too absurd for her to comprehend.

"No, it's past the dungeon," Zane said, referring to the basement of the school. "The neuroscience and mechanical engineering teams have been working on this machine since I was in middle school and our teams this year made it work."

"That's not logical," Amber sighed. "There's no such thing has a machine that can see into the minds of dead people. There's absolutely no way in the entire universe that someone could know exactly what a dead person is thinking because dead people don't think."

"That's not the way it works," Zane argued Amber's statement. "Dead people don't think, but they still have memories stored in their mind after death. For example, they'll remember the face of the person who killed them."

Amber watched as Zane ran his hand through his light brown hair, something he did when he was stressed. She didn't blame him for being stressed, she was stressed too, along with everyone else in the school.