When Angels Sleep

Chapter 3: In The Eyes of the Murderers

This part had graphic violence. If you feel uncomfortable reading those kind of things, you can skip this part.

8:52 am

Morris recently bought some fries from the cafeteria - he got hungry from waiting for the signal. As he savor every French fries on his mouth, a fire alarm is heard faintly from the cafeteria, most students took notice at the West Building: they saw some flashes of light from the windows. At this moment he knew, Phase 2 is in motion.

He immediately stood up and left with his large bag, going inside to a comfort room. He started unpacking his equipment; he took out his tactical vest and a utility belt to hold more magazines, a pistol holster and a black baseball cap. He also brought out a pack of cigarettes and took one before lighting it.

Like Kirsten, he starts to contemplate of the consequences of his actions. Although he agreed with the others to carry out to attack, it was due to peer pressure. Like everybody else in their group, he is a victim of bullying, due to his status, a boy who live in poverty and his skin tone, which he had a dark complexion. Despite of his good grades, he was still constantly being bullied, physically and mentally. Even he shared it to the guidance counselors, they turned a blind eye and deaf ear to him.

He took out his .38 caliber revolver and his pump-action Winchester Model 1897 with a shorter barrel, which was borrowed courtesy from Kirsten and Marcel respectively. As he took a puff, he resolved his thoughts: this is the path he took and he will suffer the consequences of his actions. He loaded his revolver. Same thing with his shotgun; however he didn't put a single shell in the ejection port, which means he needs to pump it before using it.

He let his empathy and emotions sink in the thoughts of revenge, making him merciless to anyone who he'll see as he deemed the world and its people as a cancer and must be wiped off the face of the earth. As he went out of the comfort room with a cigarette in his lips, clusters of students were watching at the West Building as fire alarm has already ended, making the gun shots more audible. Some students got troubled, thinking someone attacked them while others aired doubts, thinking some idiots are made a prank on a busy day as if pressing the staff to "come and get them".

As Morris moved in closer, one of them noticed him, calling him out angrily: "Hey Morris, did you do this?

Morris replied him with pumping his shotgun, making a familiar loud chucking sound, making most of the student turned their backs to him. Without any warning, he shot the nearest student, hitting his chest. The student didn't moved after he fell down; blood started to form around his body on the floor.

"WHAT THE FU-..." one of the students shouted at him before she also got shot on the head, spraying her brains to students nearby.

Panic and fear strikes at their hearts as they started to run away from him while others hide from the tables and comfort rooms. The staff in the cafeteria ducked in as Morris discharged his gun a lot of times to the fleeing students. 5 of them fell across the field, either wounded or dead. The rest of them have successfully fled which his gun can't reach them so he went at the canteen as reloaded his shotgun. He tried to open the door but it was locked. He tries to kick the door but ultimately fails. He then tries to bash the doorknob with his gun, which made some of staffs and student assistants ran away.

A final bash broke the doorknob, followed by a kicking of the door, Morris got in the canteen and spotted 2 student assistants, frozen and trembled with fear. He shoots the first one, painting the floor with red liquid and gray matter. The second student assistant cried in fear as she took the money from the drawer, "P-Please! Take the money or anything! D-Don't kill me!"

Morris nevertheless aimed the gun at her. Her pleadings became more desperate as she went closer to him as she went to his knees, tears streaming at her face. A pump from his shotgun means she had no choice. She let a bloodcurdling cry - followed with a loud gunshot.

8:53 am

Lazaro Roque is checking out some pictures in his phone when he heard the fire alarm and a faint gunfire. He ready himself up with a vintage M1 Thompson with a sling and a SIG Sauer P220, chambered with 10mm Auto. Unlike Kirsten and Morris, Lazaro is actually living a dream: he wanted to kill. An aspiring writer, he made stories about killers, psychopaths and school shooters,inspired by real people. He looked at them as heroes, whom he thought that they were doing this for "cleansing the putrid world."

And today, he will gladly continue what they have started. Using only a utility belt and a bag for extra magazines, he is ready to roll. He is sporting a black shirt with the words in white: "Fuck Humanity". Putting his earphones and playing a techno upbeat song, he went outside, wielding his gun.

A lot of Grade 7 and 8 students are at the hallways, checking where the sound is coming from. They got surprised to see a teenage boy, wearing clothes that are forbidden by the school and holding a gun.

Bemused, they watched him charging it, thinking it's only a prank made by some seniors.

A single gun shot rang out and one of the students fell; his head got blasted by a .45 ACP, spattered his blood on his fellow classmates. One of them screams as the students started running away from him, either from the hallways or simply entering back to the classroom. Some of them bewildered and didn't reacted fast, making them easy targets as Lazaro peppered them with lead.

Unlike Kirsten and Morris, he was not motivated by anger but rather the pure bloodlust in him. One by one as the pre-teens fell, Lazaro's smile turned into something like a malevolent grin.

"Dodge this, you casual fucks!" he shouted as he shoots some fleeing students in full-auto, not minding the accuracy but the sheer firepower of the weapon. As he tried to shoot one student who crawling to a classroom, the gun went clicked. It was empty.

Lazaro tries to reload when 2 boys charging at him. They were approximately 10 meters away from him. Due to the number of bodies on the hallway, they had difficulty on rushing at him. Bold and heroic yet reckless and idiotic move.

As the boys got closer at him, Lazaro whipped his pistol and shoots one of the charging boys on the stomach . One fell down as he curled up in pain, bleeding, while other wrestles with him. The second boy tries to disarm him yet his strength as no match for Lazaro's as he successfully kicked him away, sending him on the floor.

The second boy tries to move away from him as Lazaro fired 3 rounds to the first boy, which it hit his mandible, neck and head respectively.

"Take that, you stupid cunt!" hollered Lazaro gleefully as he saw second boy was terrified of what happened, "I'll count 1 to 10 before killing you, kid. You better run now."

The frightened boy turned his back and started to run yet with great difficulty because of the dead bodies.

Lazaro started to count as he reload his weapon, "One."

He charged up his gun and took aim, "Two."

"Ten."

He fired a single round, which made the fleeing kid fell on the floor with the other bodies, dead. He got hit in the chest squarely.

Lazaro's laughed echoed through the silent hallways full of dead children, "You can run and you can hide but all of you will still going to die, you sorry sack of shits!"

He now faced at the closed classrooms grinning, wanting more targets to shoot.