The same gruesome sight was repeated through the next few halls, blood splattered, filth sprawled and the nauseating scent of blood and death reeked.
Weaving through the numerous bodies of his peers the soles of his shoes were now stained with a deep dark crimson due to the large bodies of blood which accumulated. Flanking corner after corner Rue was finally met with a blank slate of a hall, that once annoying monochromatic scheme now provided him solace, ironic isn't it. Not yet tainted to the sin of murder, it was in a sense innocent as it should be.
–Bang!
–Bang!
–Bang!
"C'mon open up," came the mockingly sweet mature voice of a female.
With a constant pounding against the flimsy steel door without any purpose, it was evident the woman was taunting the class. Easily she would be able to rain fire on its hinges weakening the metal to an extent where she would be able to kick the door down. Nonetheless she continued with her taunting to satisfy her sadistic pleasures.
With a discreet glance over the corner, Rue observed the woman's antics, yet oddly felt nothing as he observed, it was all the same and he knew what he needed to do.
Raising the barrel of the gun parallel to the floor Rue swiftly aimed before constricting his trigger finger.
Bang!
It took only a mere fraction of a second for the bullet to whizz through the air before piercing through the woman's skull. In an instant the woman who only a few short seconds ago was alive and well, collapsed; on her fall the woman's head hit the steel door before she slumped into the floor, the entirety of her body spasmed before movement halted.
Without sparing a glance Rue rushed past her body, continuing his conquest towards the third floor.
Sprinting through the corridors a trail of blood followed behind him.
This was the third fiend that Rue had killed, the second was a young man who had nearly killed him with a cowardly surprise shot from behind. Fortunately they missed, and Rue took advantage of their blunder by kicking them down before frenziedly pumping them full of lead.
After several more minutes of venture Rue was finally able to reach the stairwell, stepping over the head of a frail boy with glasses Rue continued his ascent up the stairwell. Skipping past the second level Rue finally reached the third most floor.
Finally stopping his relentless sprint, Rue propped his body against the wall, continuing to listen for any semblance of nearby footsteps or gunshot fire, Rue was met with silence.
Narrowing his eyes at the lack of noise from the third floor, Rue began to inch from his hidden position. Finally passing through the entrance of the third floor Rue raised his Semi near his head as he moved with a calculating expression.
After searching through the third floor for several minutes, Rue found the reason for the lack of noise.
It was quite the insidious ploy, the belligerent bastards were clearing each floor at a time.
Realising his current predicament Rue gritted his teeth, this whole plan to save Ritsue was half constructed, and furthermore Rue gave his attention towards his current attire and the imposing black PTR-91 which rested dormant in his palm…
"Save?" He muttered under his breath "kekekekeke!" he began to chuckle under his breath as a means to alleviate the ever growing burden of stress.
This was difficult, all he genuinely wanted to do was cry, to sit and give up and allow the bastards to kill him.
He was traumatized, not once in his life did he have the displeasure of meeting eyes with a corpse, or better yet the demented mental of a murderer.
Today which had seemed as any other had not only yielded a country scale assault on hundreds of schools but his actions of ending the lives of 3 of these said murderers.
'NO!! Damn it–damn–it damn it—DAMN IT!' Rue vented internally 'MAN THE FUCK UP YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT, STAND THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THE INITIVE TO GUARD THE THIRD FLOOR!!! RITSUE'S no.. NOT EVEN JUST HER'S YOU FUCKER, YOUR OWN LIFE'S IN JEPOARDY!' Feeling the urge to yell, cry or just anything to relieve his current emotional turmoil.
After several seconds of self pity Rue glared forward, his gaze was apathetic.
This was going to be his arena.
"Is the first floor cleared!" Yelled the confident tone of a male teen.
"Affirmative sir!," Retorted a girl
"The second as well!" came the lively tone of a male youth
"Where's Jake, Sam, and Liz?" the confident red-haired teen pressed
"You know them," spat a noir-haired girl with a dismissive wave of their hand "Lets just proceed, so we can get out of here, it reeks"
"Fine,"
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'Scratch that I might die…' Rue muttered under his breath as he heard the three.
From the data gathered Rue was able to garner with resolute confidence that there were around 10 shooters, of course if we subtract the 3 that Rue killed then there would be 7, which was still 6 more people than Rue.
Glancing towards his waist, Rue eyed the M-9.
"Should I just end it all…"
With a sigh he quickly dismissed the notion.
"No," he said as he shook his head.
"..."
Clomp!
Clump!
Clamp!
Promptly after their discussion, the proliferate sound of their feet contacting the surface of the stairs began to well, it was a tiresome noise.
They would be here in a little over 40 seconds, and when they did every person would inevitably die, snapped out of his thoughts Rue rushed into the stairwell.
Brushing his gaze slightly over the ledge of the top most stair Rue positioned the barrel of the gun in a manner where he would be able to target those bastards while not being seen, it was a blind spot of sorts.
Current goal–end them all.
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—THAADAM!!
With an abrupt surge of sound, the stairwell was marked with a series of mind throbbing tremors, series of rounds flung from the chambers of both sides, without rhyme or reason bullets dug into the feeble structure of the walls.
This war of attrition was unexpected.
With a fear for their lives the youths chirped or screamed in surprise from the abrupt seize, merely aiming with lackluster will and crudely shooting toward where they believed the origin of the shots hailed.
To say the least, they were all rather oblivious or lacked the proper combat training to partake in such an assault, though this was to be expected. Prior from today only a few of them had scantly trained, while to the rest it was an endeavor they had never treaded.
As with any group there were a select few idiots who wasted precious ammunition by raining fire towards the phantoms sought up from their mind, 'they', of course feigned knowledge of what they were doing.
The once a lively stairwell tamed filled teenage banter and depression, had hastily strung into an arena of life and death.
"Who the hell-!" echoed the frightened voice of an azure-haired girl
Swiftly her speech was cut short as a bullet pierced through her chest, With tears welling through her eyes the girl collapsed and her weapon fell loose from her clutches.
This subliminal space was the location of yet another death.
Seeing the death of their comrade, several of the youths only dared to resist the urge to run. Now and only now had it dawned upon them that the false sense of omnipotence they held oh so dear to them, was nothing more than a false belief.
This arrogance had cost them one of their own.
Yet the time to dwell on such nuance was none. In short her death was an unfortunate casualty, but a noble "sacrifice" towards their own ambition, or in other words better her
than them.
"Snap out of it!" Bellowed a red-haired youth in a stewart tone. "Just think of D-day, this is our own, this is our revolution against the blasted school system!!!"
"Remember—your—purpose, comrades!" They gnashed with a cultist-like.
Yes, the irony in this statement was rather thick, but the conviction held behind each word was oozing with a cult-like belief and loyalty.
–Pulp!
Yet another succumbed to the hard linoleum floor.
"Push back!" yelled the skittish voice of a girl with newfound resolve.
Brandishing their weapons next to their chest, the now group of 4 blockaded themself under the stairs and out of sight.
With a silent gesture of his hand, the red-haired man pointed his finger upward before shifting his finger's direction towards his strapped firearm.
— Shoot upwards…
— - 40 seconds earlier - —
'This feeling of adrenaline coursing through my veins was oddly addicting!'
The feeling of heat flooded his body, His heart thundered in his ear, with a heightened concentration and clear mind. Rue was able to suppress the current wave of searing pain in his shoulder in a blink.
A stray bullet nicked his shoulder, creating a rather unsightly feeling.
Fortunately the wound was shallow, and missed any of his vitals.
Wincing his features Rue bit down on his tongue, now balancing both spectrums of pain he continued his hellish rain upon the fiends.
Yet after some time Rue noticed an odd contemporary, the assailants had halted fire?
Waiting on the zenith step for several seconds, Rue began to feel a feeling of unease which nagged at him, his instincts began to screech and his breath swiftened.
Rue's eyes surged bloodshot, and his pupils dilated into pinpoints without sparing a second of thought he jumped from the stairwell and back to the safety of the hall. The feeling was almost as if an odd dormant gear whose function had since lost its purpose years prior was sprung forth.
His decision was wise.
–Da!
–Crush!
–FWOOSH!
Promptly from his departure a hellish storm of bullets began to rise from below, the concrete base was destroyed and the scattered debris ushered forth a white cloud.
Dashing from his position, Rue rushed down the long length of corridors in a hasten attempt to distance himself from the group of 4.
"That fuckers over there!" A petite orange-haired girl spat as she pointed her index finger.
"Then fucking shoot him you dumb bitch!!" the red-haired youth retorted exasperated.
It was a simple conclusion,
Fixing his pace from a quick run into a hysterical sprint, Rue began to pray under his breath that these hooligans would miss each of their shots.