Mark just stared at the guy and chuckled. He got his gun and examined it with a smile.
And one word was going threw everyone's head right now. And it was Fuck.
I look at Mark hoping I could get back to him. But he was long gone. "I can't believe that I was actually going to put this gun away." He laughed.
Then stopped and pointed the gun. But I got in the way. "Move!" He yelled and pushed me making me fall to the ground and hit my head. Hard.
I don't know what got into me because I sat up and just tackled Mark. But he was still able to get some bullets into people.
I didn't hear the screaming because I was too focused on getting his guns away from him.
He has one in his waist band and one in his hands. I got on top of him and threw a punch to his face. Then another.
Even if I did do some damage and got a gun. He still had another and got up.
We faced each other. And I thought to myself if I give up now then a lot more people would die. So I did the last thing I wanted to do.
I raised the gun with no emotion in my face whatsoever and pointed it to him. Mark did nothing. He just stood still.
When I pulled the trigger... Nothing came out. Out of bullets!? I look at Mark and he is smiling.
He is much stronger and faster then I am so I have to play it smart. I look around and see that half of them were shot and bleeding out including Alex. I can't do anything. I can't do this by myself.
"Just give up Elizabeth. We both know that I have the upper hand here." He walks toward and I noticed he swayed a little. He probably has a concussion, I can take that as an advantage.
I look at his bloody face and wait for my chance until he is closer to me.
He is inches from me and before he does anything, I kick him in his area and he clutches down so I get my knee to his face, but it doesn't make contact because he grabbed it before it can.
We didn't realize that he dropped the gun because we were giving punches to each other. He punch me in the stomach and I punch him in the face.
Mark fell and I was on top of him again, he saw that his gun was a little bit away from him and we both dove for it.
It was like two kids fighting for the same toy. Except this toy was able to kill.
Before I knew it, he got the gun and pointed it to my face.
He then let go of the trigger.
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School Shooting
HorrorA story about a person who is angry and hurt that wants to fight back and end it. Please don't read if you are sensitive about gun violence (well it's not like we should be used it it). Sorry for the 'very creative' cover. I didn't have time to ma...
