It Started With A Question

Chapter 28

"What are you guys waiting for?" Hatsume asked us with a panicked expression. "We have to run and get out of here! They're going to find us soon! Then what will happen?"

"Pfft!" I laughed at her antics as we walked. "Like I care. Let them find us! It'll be fun killing all of them and watching the fear on their eyes grow as they realize that they're going to lose."

"They'll throw us in prison!" Hatsume clutched her skull through her hair and her eyes widened as she realized the consequences of her actions. She really should've thought about that if she was going to join us. She pointed to Shinso and I. "And for you two. You'll get even worse! You'll be put on death row before we get to the front of the building!"

"They can't do anything if they're dead," Shinso told her with a smirk and I nodded in agreement.

'Great minds think alike,' I though. 'But idiots rarely differ.' Nobody seemed to know the last part of the quote. Maybe they didn't want to believe what was true.

What was I kidding? I was a genius! It takes a lot of brain power to come up with the plans I've constructed.

"An argument I've used many times before," I said with a chuckle as I remembered every time that I'd said it in the past. "They can't turn me in if they're dead. They can't mug me if they're dead. They can't ever hurt me again if they're dead."

"Again?" Tsu's asked me with a quirked eyebrow and a finger placed in her bottom lip.

I ignored her. No need to get into that. Besides, it wasn't any of their business. There was no need to open Pandora's box.

We continued walking down the hallways in search of anybody that would rat us out. Not once did we stumble upon any other people. Most of the students were probably in their classrooms but the teachers should've found us by then. They should've been looking for us at the least, plus there were cameras in the halls. This concerned me a little but nevertheless, we kept moving.

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"Seriously," Hatsume pleaded with us. She walked backwards to talk with us. "What are we going to do?"

"Listen, I'm done with you complaining. Stop it or die," I warned her with a dead ssrious face. "You're making too much noise and I'm getting a headache. Pipe down and stop being overly dramatic."

"I'm just concerned about what's going to happen to me," she mumbled and moped along with us.

We continued in a few minutes of silence before arriving at the door to Class 1-A. I gave the door three swift knocks and waited for a response.

After hearing nothing, I attempted to open the door. It stopped halfway through it's turn. Locked. Though, it probably wouldn't be locked unless someone were inside.

I used One for All, and lightly flicked the door handle. It broke and the handle fell to the ground.

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507 words

Hmmmmmmm.

Really wondering what's going to happen. Who's going to die?

Someone you hold dearly perhaps?

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So, we are going to be discontinuing this book.

Ah, ah, ah. Before you leave, we would like you to know that we will be rewriting/editing this book.

We apologise for any inconveniences this may cause you, but it will be up on our account. It will have the same cover but is going to be called It Can Only Get Worse

We will be going over plot holes and working on the plot. The chapters will be written better and will be longer. This will be done with the help of our lovely readers who raised question for some things happening to the plot. (Please don't take that offensively -Anxiety)

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