My Dirty Little Secret

|Secret Thirty-Four: Die Please|

"Attention all students and staff," the loud speakers went off. "We will now be undergoing a lock-down. Please follow the appropriate procedures." Ciel and Sebastian were currently in their school's bathroom when the announcement went off. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Was this a drill? The voice over the loudspeaker sounded so serious, it wasn't normal. 

"Sebastian, what do we do? They never really went over what to do if we were in the bathroom..." Ciel said. Sebastian thought for a moment, it wasn't like they could hide anywhere. Did the doors even lock? The two heard footsteps in the hall and a gun shot go off. This wasn't a drill. Screams filled the hallways as students ran away.

"Sebastian, we can't just stay here," Ciel said.

"We can't just go out there either," Sebastian grabbed Ciel's hand and dragged him into the stall. They sat on the toilet in such a way that their feet couldn't be seen. The door to the male bathroom opened and a voice rang out.

"Ciel.~ I know you're in here.~ Why don't you come out and play!~ I have a present for you, though you might not like it," the voice said. Ciel flinched each time a stall door was kicked open.

"Ciel.~ Why are you hiding? Sebastian can't save you, I know you know that. Is he in there with you? How sweet, you both can die together..." the voice laughed. Ciel unlocked the stall door and walked out. There wasn't much he could do now. It was either go, or for sure die. At least if he went, he could figure something out, and Sebastian wouldn't be in any danger. Sebastian's hand reached out for Ciel's it barely brushed the tips of his fingers. Sebastian clenched his teeth, he reacted too late. Ciel was going to do it.

"Oh, there you are," the boy said. It was someone Ciel had never seen before. They weren't friends, they never spoke. If they had seen each other it was in the hallways. Why was he looking at him so angrily? Why did he hold the gun up to Ciel's head? Had he done something to offend him? Ciel couldn't recall.

The boy gestured for him to follow him out into the hallways. Some students were still standing there, in fear, not able to move. Ciel just walked quietly. There wasn't anything to worry about. He just had to remain calm until the police arrived. He just had to endure long enough for that to happen. Things would be okay.

That was what he had to tell himself.

Ciel walked along with the stranger, his fellow student that had snapped. They walked the halls, the stranger directing every movement. Teachers stood by, protecting their own students, they sat in their classrooms, some oblivious to the fact this wasn't a drill. Ciel didn't care, he didn't mind that no one was coming to help him.

What was one life compared to all of the students here? It wasn't much. In the big picture of things, it wasn't much at all. Everything would be okay regardless. He had to tell himself that. He couldn't think of his father, of how depressed Vincent would get after losing two people he cared about, within months of each other. He couldn't think about Sebastian, how he might react, how mad he would be, if he would kill this guy after this was all over, to get his revenge.

These thoughts came to Ciel, but he forced them away. He had to remain calm, he must remain calm.

They went to the principal's office. Madame Red stared, first in shock, then calmly. Grell didn't react in the slightest, Ciel could see the phone underneath the desk, but the shooter couldn't see it. Grell was getting help in some way, that was hope in itself.

"Principal," the student said, "how much do you love your nephew?" they said, smiling. Madame Red didn't answer. What was this guy's motive? Why were they here? She didn't understand, neither did Ciel.

"Answer the question," the student raised their voice. Madame Red flinched but did as he requested.

"Very much. He is like a son to me."

"And you," the stranger nodded his head to Grell, "how much do you love Mr. Spears?" the stranger pulled out another gun and pointed it behind him. Grell couldn't call the police, they would only entice this student to shoot more people, so he contacted William, the only person besides Madame Red that he trusted in this school. Grell clenched his teeth, so he had been spotted sending that message.

Two guns, two people. Revenge against the principal and the secretary. This student didn't cared what happened to him, he just wanted his anger to be known. He wanted them to suffer for what they did, for making this school, for separating the classes. This student did a good job, but these two didn't think it was good enough, they put him in Rank Two, when he should be a Rank One. He hated them for it, they ruined his life. He was teased, tortured with bullying. All because of the school Madame Red had made. All because of the school Grell had helped her run.

He hated them for it. They had to pay. And they would. On either side of the student, stood William and Ciel. Both calm and not saying a word, like they had already accepted their fate.

"I asked you a question, Grell Sutcliff. Why didn't you answer?" the student released the safety on William's gun, "how much do you love Mr. Spears? Tell the truth now, or there will be worse things headed your way."

"Too much," Grell laughed, despite the tense atmosphere. This was enough to throw the student off, in that brief moment, William grabbed his arm, Ciel ducked. The student fired the one aimed at Ciel, but the boy dodged before he even shot. The two were very much in sync, teacher and student. The shooter was now on the floor, unable to do anymore shooting. His second gun had slipped out of his hand as he lay underneath William. His other gun, still in the hand that William was holding onto tightly. This had been a failed mission for him.

"Call the police," William ordered.

The student laughed, he wasn't about to let this end like this, he moved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a knife, stabbing William before he could notice. William flinched, trying hard not to let it get to him, but his grip on the boy's hand wavered. The boy took his gun and shot himself in the head. He would rather die than to spend life in prison. So his mission failed, but he still got one of the two. Madame Red held a hand to her mouth in shock. Ciel called the police while Grell rushed over to William.

"Are you okay? Are you going to be okay?" Grell questioned frantically.

William smiled, his vision blurring, he was losing consciousness, "I told you didn't I? It hasn't even been a month yet...but at least you aren't the one dying..."

"No, no, that's wrong Will, you're wrong, you aren't dying. You'll be fine," Grell held William close rocking back and forth, hoping that everything would be okay, that he wasn't just spouting lies. William didn't answer him though, would he ever open his eyes again?

"You'll be fine, won't you? You have to be...I haven't even properly confessed yet..." Grell cried, he heard sirens in the distance, but he still cried. 

Would everything really be alright?