Beverly Langdon and her twin brother Tate have always been inseparable. They've done everything together. They even died together.
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Five students and a teacher sat in the library, some studying and some reading, when they hear gunshots and screaming outside the door. The students look at each other scared as a long haired guy bursts through the door.
"What the hell dude?" The jock, kyle, questions him as he starts to barricade the door.
"Two people are shooting up the school. They're just shooting people." The long haired guy says frantically.
"Jesus Christ." Harper whimpers
"Wait, wait, wait, are you hit? Where are you hit?" The teacher asks.
"Shit I don't know man, that's not my blood. I was right next to mark finstein, and one of them shot him in the freaking skull."
"Who's doing this?" the goth inquires.
"I-I don't know."
"We need to get the hell out of here!" Kyle screams. They run for the door but they're stopped by more gunshots.
"Go! Go!" The teacher screams at them to hide. The teacher and the nerd hide behind the desk, The goth behind some book shelves, The long haired guy behind some couches, the jock and cheerleader under one of the tables, and finally Harper Hemmings underneath one of the tables across from the jock and cheerleader. They all try and stay quiet as the intruders walk toward the door and start jigging the door handle, but when they can't get it open they walk away. In all of the panic the students and the teacher forgot about the side entry to the library. The teacher hurries to block the door so they cant get in. The students get hopeful when they don't hear anything outside the door, but they all scream when the teacher gets shot through the door.
The intruders, one boy and one girl, slowly open the door and walk in. The boy walks into the book isles whistling the toon of twisted nerve and shoots the goth right in the head. He then walks over to the couches to find the long haired guy and shoots him in the chest. The girl starts walking around the desk stopping in front of the nerd that was on the phone trying to call somebody. As he slowly looks up at her from the phone she raises her gun and shoots him in the jaw.
"Screw this. It's going to be okay." The jock reassures the cheerleader and gets out from under the table. The cheerleader and Harper look at each other and flinch as the girl turns around and shoots him in the chest. The cheerleader starts to sob as the boy walks up to the table and shoves it away from her.
"Please!"she screams
"Why!?" She receives no answer.
"Please!" The boy doesn't listen and raises his gun to her chest and fires. Harper who is still under the table screams as she gets dragged out from under it.
"Stop! Please!" She begs and looks up at her. "Beverly?" She asks surprised. The girl revealed to be Beverly looked at the girl, face void of any emotion as she raises her gun to harpers face.
"Please Beverly, please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Beverly ignores the girls please and pulls the trigger, her body immediately slumping to the ground.
"Hurry, let's get home." Her accomplice says and reaches for her hand. ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ The door bell rings as Constance Langdon walks down the stairs.
"Coming!" She yells before she opens the door to find a swat team.
"Does Tate and Beverly Langdon live here?" One questions flashing his badge.
"They're my kids. Why? What have they done?" Constance asks concerned.
"All right, make entry" He says as sirens wail in the background. The swat team push into the household as Constance screams for them not to hurt her children. They bust into their room seeing them sitting on one of the beds.
"Please, just let me talk to them! Tate! Beverly! No please! They'll go peacefully! They're just children! They're just children!." Constance screams as police officers hold her back. Both Tate and Beverly stand up with their hands raised in the air, the police's guns pointed towards them. Tate slowly turns his hand toward his head in the shape of a gun, mimicking a gun shot. Tate then dashes to get a gun from under his pillow as Beverly pulls one from her back pocket. The swat team began to pull the triggers of their guns shooting them multiple times. Both of their bodies fall to the ground.
"Why did you do it?" One of the police officers ask them. But before they could answer they breathe their last breath.
