The Psychopath (American horror story fanfiction)

Chapter 11:

Tate's Point of View:

I walk into the school. Preparing for the noble war, just like I imagined it. I whistle as I walk through the hallways. I'm probably catching a lot of attention because I painted my face.

People clear the halls as the first bell rings. I walk into my first period classroom. This is where it all begins.

Cassie's Point of View:

Tate walks into the room. He has a black coat on and had on strange face paint.

"Any reason why you're late, Mr. Langdon?" The teacher asks. Tate pulls a shotgun out of his coat and shoots her. An idiot named David screams like a little girl and Tate shoots him in the head.

"T-Tate!" I call his name, he has already become my best friend. He looks over, and walks over to me.

"Cassie, it's okay. I'm going to save you from this horrible place." He says, pointing the gun at my head.

"NO TATE, please don't do this!" I say. "please-" I say, my voice softens as I begin to choke up.

"Cassie, you shouldn't have to be here. You deserve better, all of you do." Tate says. He wipes a tear from my face before he pulls the trigger...

Nathan's Point of View:

Tate pulls the trigger and Cassie falls to the ground. He points the gun at Hennessy. no No no no NO NO NOOO. Right before he pulls the trigger I jump in front of Hennessy. I couldn't let him kill her. She deserved a chance at life.

The bullet hits my chest. Before I bleed out Hennessy leans over me, tears on her face.

"Nathan" she whispers and begins to sob.

"I-I love you." I whisper and exhale one last breath.

Noreen's Point of View:

We were all praying for our lives, completely helpless. Just after Tate shoots a few more people, the swat team bursts in. Tate drops his gun and puts his hands up. He makes a handgun motion at his head. He pulls a gun out of his waistband and the officers shoot him at least 60 times before he falls.

......

I sit outside on a bench with Audrey, Hennessy, Gabby, Jenna, Colleen, and Hanna. Colleen's boyfriend, Josh, was shot earlier.

My knees are pulled up against my chest and my face is buried into them. I cry silently while everyone else sobs. Trevor has an arm around me. I don't like him but I know he secretly loves me.

"Go away perv." I say, he goes because he knows I need space.

"Hello Noreen." Oliver says, sitting down where Trevor just was. I'm started to regret telling him to leave. "How are you holding up?"

"What do you want, Bloodyface?" I ask, every word filled with venom.

He leans in and whispers, "Just wanted to check up on you. It must suck for two of your friends to go missing and two other close friends to die in the same week. Have you received any word on Ava and Ana yet? I do hope they're okay. Would be a shame if they were dead." He taunts. I'm sick of this. I sit up and slap him in the face.

"YOU B*TCH!" He yells, everyone's attention is on him. He storms off, gets in his car, and speeds away.

I can't believe Ava, Ana, Nathan, and Cassie have all died. We've all made such great memories these past few months. Think of everything they could have done with their lives. Why couldn't it have been me?

Hahaha don't hate me. (I know this is also a pretty self centered chapter, oh well.)