The Black Swan

Well shit.

I picked it up and put my hand over my mouth to muffle the absurd noise escaping my throat.

Daideó is dead. I'm the next in line for charge. It's in the family. This means my parents died for nothing.

"Fuck." I curse through my tears. I pick up my bag and pick up the small revolver in my satchel and then the announcement bell rang.

"This is not a drill. Lock down now. Lock dow-" the panicky voice of our principle was replaced with a think accented man.

"Give er up." He struggled. "Or we kill five uf ya erey hour." His English was drowning in Irish. It was Madd, short for maddi, sounds like Matt, but you have to say it right. Accents you see. Daideó wanted us to be married but we had to move away and I thought he was dead. I love him. I used to at least. That was before-

I exited the closet with gun in hand and my bag strapped across my chest rather than it's loose position on my shoulder. I held the gun steady out in front of my with both hands as I steadily made my way down the hallway. This one would merge with the one that creates the square shape of the school. I check my left then right and continued toward all the yelling. The second floor near the sciences rooms I heard a girl and a boys voice. The girl yelling and the boy pleading. I make my way up the stairs and keep my gun out. I know that voice. God please no.

I get to the top and there are three men with semi automatics. Madd, Bowie, and Malley. Madd had his gun pointed at me and Bowie and Malley had there guns against Kyra and Jordan's necks. They faced each other. Jordan's eyes rolled towards me and they shrunk. Kyra looked at me and started shrieking.

"Kiley! Help us please! You speak Irish don't you?" She continued. "These filthy people are your race aren't they?"

"It's Riley." I grumble. Her eyes fall to the floor knowing she made a devastating mistake.

Madd lowered his gun and ran to me. He picked me up, swung me around, and set me down gently, but not before he kissed me. He was now 19 and his body was still as strong as it was when I left, maybe more since he shot up in height. He still had those big green eyes and dark brown hair he had when we were kids.

"An méid a tharla anseo?" I asked

"What happened here?"

"Gurly raibh rud éigin a rá faoi ár dtír anseo!" He said, I could tell he was fuming.

"Girly here had something to say about our country!" He hated the Anericans. I did too, but I'm living with them and Jordan isn't bad.

"Cad a bhí tú ag pleanáil a dhéanamh ar?"

"What were you planning on doing?"

"Dhéanamh ar sampla as dóibh." Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Make an example of them."