Untiled

- Chapter One -

A sickening nausea weighed down David's stomach. A gun's barrel looked him in the eye. Hysteria had not taken over yet, calm was all that he seemed to have going for him; he intended to keep hold of it. David was not easily intimidated, but the threat that faced him was fear itself. The gunman was in a Panicky state of mind with no clear intention.

David had never faced a situation like this before; his brain was still functioning thankfully but the dreadful close feeling of death was not one he would welcome back in the near future, if there was a future for him that it is.

'Get in the room!' The man quivered, shaking the gun violently, 'Get in that room!' He called again, now pointing the gun towards a door across the corridor.

It was then that David lost his sense, for better or for worse, his body gave way. The decision he made came from complete madness. But it was too late for him to change his mind; he had to follow through. His brain had no say in the matter. He was running off of built of built up adrenaline and probably also the energy from the Mountain Dew can he finished during his lunch break.

His body followed his head which followed his arms which followed his hands forward. Forward? His brain asked. Towards the crazed gunman?! And forward he went. His apparent aim was to reach the gun, he was going to grap it, or throw it. Whichever option would get the unstable man away from his weapon. This happend so fast the gunman hardly even got the chance to swing the gun back towards David before he leaped forward at him, lashing his arms at the gun. Stop! You're going to die this way! His brain warned again. He wasn't listening. The gunman struggled with him in an unbalanced wrestle.

A scream echoed the hallway followed by fast paced footsteps, in the opposite direction. But David couldn't hear anything else, by this time David had managed to get a firm hold on the gun.  An extreme game of tug-of-war began and the gunman was losing his initial advantage. In the last second of their match David liked him in his dull gray eyes; a piercing shiver swam through him and his body went numb, starting in his middle and spreading to each limb. Only after then David noticed the lock down bells ringing off walls of the school. Well you're a bit to late to start ringing now, his brain again pointed out. He had no time to complain; he was still in a brawl. The fight in him getting weaker.

The man had decided to end the game. He jumped away pushing David to the floor. David watched him run off but didn't pay attention to the direction; something else about the scene caught his eye. Red. All on his hands. Blood? But.. where from? It was then that the numbness David felt became an excruciating burning sensation. Blood. It was all over him. David broke into a hot sweat; he had never felt something as painfully unbearable before in his life.

He went into shock as soon as he saw the bullet whole through his abdomen. He tried calling out for someone but no voice came out. Every time his muscles twitched he felt like he would rather be dead. It was as if a hot, dull knife had been inserted into his body, then it being twisted slowly, cooking him from inside to out.

When the adrenaline went away; he felt the cooling, wet blood flowing out of him. Panic about blood loss ended with another weird scene of calm. He began to forget the pain as his eyelids got heavy and his body went limp on the floor. He didn't care about anything happening around him so much anymore. Is that a person talking to him? Whatever. He felt safer now and he certainly liked it. Goodbye, his brain stated.