To Fall Apart

Day 1: 1:56 (Ally)

 I walked over to the boys, without a word, one takes my arm and they lead me out. They take me to the front office. It sits at the top of the school's driveway. From there I'm taken to the principal's office. "Sit. Be quiet." I do as I'm told, sitting on the student side of the desk. I find it amusing that I had never once been sent to the principal. I'm what they call a goody-two-shoes. I hear the door sqeak open behind me. The boy who appears from behind is not old enough to be a man, but is in his late teens. He is rather tall, with broad shoulders and his chin held high. Yet he doesn't come off as cocky. He has light hair and beautiful blue eyes. At least they would be beautiful if they weren't so cold. 

  "Hello, my name is David Chase. I'm the one in charge of all the armed students." He waits for my reply. "I'll assume you already know who I am since you requested me." David nods. "Yes, Ms.Mitchell, I know you. You were highly recommended by-" He stops abruptly, then redirects himself. "Now, I have a job for you. And you will do it without question or hesitation."

  "No." His eyes widen and the boys who stand guard in the room stiffen visibly. "Excuse me, Ms.Mitchell?"

  "Did I stutter? I didn't question you. I made a statement. And I'm pretty sure I didn't hesitate." The anger I'm feeling is about to boil over, I clench my fists and try not to punch him like I so want to. "There isn't a scenario where you can say 'no'. You do the job or you die." I put some bravado, "You won't kill me. I'm something important, or you would have chosen anyone in the school. Ball's in my court." 

  David just stands there for a moment before nodding, "Then what do you want?"

  I don't even have to think, "Fix Ryan." David comes around to the front of the desk and sits on its edge. He's just a couple feet from me. I can smell the light smell of aftershave. "What do you mean, Ms. Mitchell?" I point at the red head boy.

  "Big man over there shot Ryan and I want you to fix it. I want him to be helped, better than new." David nods, "Where was Ryan shot?" I'm confused and a little flustered by his cooperation. "In the thigh, just above the knee." Faster than my eyes can track, David whips out a small pistol. It's so fast I don't see him aim, but I know he did. When the shot rings out, the ginger boy crumples to the ground, clutching his thigh, just above the knee.

  I sit their in shock then horror as I realize just how cold David truly is. David walks over to the boy on the ground, whimpering, "What did I say about shooting people, Jared?" Jared's face is pale with pain. "What did I say?!" David's voice rises toa shout. Jared flinches, "Not to shoot unless completely nessicary." David returns to his deathly calm demeanor. "Good, Jared. Nick, take Jared to our infirmary and send two of our spare people in the H building to go fetch our friend Ryan and take him to the infirmary as well."

  David turns his attention to me, his gaze makes me shiver. He lifts an eyebrow, "Is this what you wanted, Ms.Mitchell?" All I can manage is a nod. I had seen people get shot in TV shows and movies, but never in person, I didn't even see Ryan get shot. The sound was piercing, it rang in my ears. The flash from the muzzle was bright, but so fast that it was gone before it was ever trully there.

  "Now, I'm up holding my end. You're turn." This is where I have to be cautious. It's like a perilous card game, for now I hold som pretty nice cards. But he holds the trump card and it sits holstered in the waistband of his jeans.

  "You're going to be my messenger. You see, by taking down all the sources of communication, the cops have no way to do their pointless negoitations. They're more likely to do something rash to save the little scholl children." I straighten my back and give myself a calm demeanor, allow myself to feel like I have some power. If I believe it, maybe David will too.

  "So, I'll be your voice. How do you know I'm saying only your words?" He walked back behind the desk and pulled a small case out of one of the drawers. He flips open the lid and pulls out an extremely small, skin colored object. An earwig. David walks back to me, pushes my hair behind my ear and puts the communications device in place. Still just inches apart, "You will say what I say, word for word. No more and no less." I turn to face him, careful not to touch him. "And what if I run? To talk to the police I have to go outside the gate and walk to them down the driveway." David's smile takes on an evil gleam. 

  "You have a lot to leave behind for us to play with. I can't be certain he'll be in a better condition by the time the police come to save him."