24 HOUR BUS. (Luke Hemmings 5sos) AU

Hour 5

*LUKE'S POV*

3... 2... 1...

The clock hit the next hour and the driver was due any second. What would he do since Penny was sleeping? Would he kill her for that?

"Okay, you wee buggers." He finally came into everyones sight. He seemed to have a foregin accent but I couldnt place where it was from. I nuged Penny to wake her up. "Does anyone want to volenteer?" He sneered. But no one spoke, i dont want to die but I want this killing to be over so I was almost tempeted. But then I thought of all the children whom I could teach and change their lives. Nudging her again she didnt wake up but her eyes lids fluttered slightly. Penny looked so peaceful sleeping despite the fact someone was about to be shot? "No?" His eyes brows rose on his wrinkled face. "Come on, don't you want to have a bit of fun?" Again no body spoke or moved. It felt like I was frozen in place from fear. The feeling of this girl, who didn't deny death, was present on my shoulder but that was all I could feel.

"T-take me." a small voice came from he back of the bus. The person it came from was not at all small but they must have felt small like the rest of us. In fact it was a rather nuscular man, maybe a rugby player who could defonetily kill the average size man with one punch. It was slighly surprising. He seemed maybe three times my size.

"Oh, are you sure?" The armed driver looked high on life, thrilled to have so much power of such a man that would normally have the power over people with his massive muscles. He nodded quickly. Lokkig him up an down he did have a rugby shirt on, a name was embroided on he shoulder in delecate green handwriting, quite a contrast to the look of him. I read "John." Naming the face that was about to die maybe wasn the best thing to do, suddenly i felt pitty to this man knowing his name and that he liked Rugby and that he had a bunch of red and white roses beside him. For some reason I knew Penny would be crying. Just looking at him you could se so much about him. Name, hobbie or ocupaction and he ws going to see someone he loved and cared for. I myself felt a lump rising in my throught. "Okay then." He raised the gun and BANG. He was gone just like that.

Five. Five body lay on the floor untouched.It was creepy and uncomfertable. The smell of blood stained my nostrails. The colour of blood stained the floor. It was erie and scared me. Ive not been this scared since I had nightmares as a child and my brothers would try and scare me. But this is worse. So much worse. I have been trying to hide it but is so hard when your life is on the line.

Penny hardly flinchd when the gun went off. For some reason I feel for this girl. She hardly seemes scared by the prosoect of dying. I dont actually know this girl but I really want to know why she wouldn't mind if he killed her. Is she confused. I spoke to Sally before when Penny went into one of her day dreams and even she aggreed that some of us need to try and get out. Why dosent Penny want to leave, get away from this hell hole and LIVE?! She is intreging and I want to know how her mind works, How it came to the concluction that its okay to be bruterly murdered, to sit in line to be bruterly murdered. Trying to figre it out makes my head spin. Penny is confusing and i dont know if I want to understand it.

Time was quickly ticking away as i argued with myself over what this girl was thinking, when how do I really know if I am not her. Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock... It felt as though that bus clock was in the back of my head counting down, tormenting me. Ten minuites.

That saying it defonetily wrong. Time dosent fly when you are having fun but time flies when leading to our end, and that was is most defonetily not fun. At first I thought each hour was going to drag on and on and on. But they went so fast. And I don't know which one was worse.

Ten minuites felt like ten seconds. It didnt feel like I got a chance to blink. Is that how I will go? In the blink of an eye. It only took the time of a blink for the man with so much control to poison my sight. That evil grin was etched onto his face, laughter lines formed on his forehead when he lifed the gun that should shorly be empty now unless he re-filled it. It shone in the poor light as if it was a blessing rather than a murder wepon. Was hat how Penny saw it? A blessing? The dark from the windows contrasted to the bright silver he waved around as he spoke. I blocked the reched sound out as best I could only seeing his jaw flying around as he eyed eyeryone. The dark beads in his face landed on me and my heart stopped for a moment before the slid next to be the in front. He was going torterousily slow until he eyes me again. His laughted filled my ears now. The small body shook with him. Terror filled me but I showed him nothing. Refusing to give him the begging which he craved, to live off.

I closed my eyes waiting for the sound. Waiting for whatever wold be on the other side. Waiting for it.