Another crappy unfinished story
Gawd i'm retarded. well here's a story i started writing a while ago. kinda running slow on it.
Brian had, had it. Yesterday was the last time they laughed. He climbed the steps up to the high school, gripping his father’s gun.
“Payback time,” he yelled when he entered.
Nobody answered. Everyone was in class. Maybe the office, he thought to himself. He marched down the hallway looking for some one; eventually he made it to the office and looked in.
Bingo
The office staff and students were busy at work. They saw him as he walked in. Brian pointed the gun at a face of a young girl.
“Jesus sent me. He said go to hell!” Brian had seen that in a movie once
Brian fired; the girl slumped in her chair. Brian continued to fire until every one in site was dead. He turned to leave when he heard whimpering behind the attendance desk. He leaned over the desk. There was a girl there and no doubt he had laughed at him to.
BANG!
Mr. Tappy looked out of his classroom to see what was going on. Bad timing Tappy. Brian stepped into the classroom and looked down on his lifeless body.
“Curiosity killed the, what now?” He made that line up himself.
He fired upon the students in the classroom. Some escaped, jumping out of a window, or hiding behind the dead. Never the less, he was confident that he had taught them a lesson or two about humiliation.
When he left the classroom he saw a flash and felt a thump against his head. Brian recognized the kid who shot at him; Brian and his friends laughed at him and called him the “NRA preacher”, Brian fired back.
But the kid didn’t notice and walked toward Brian. Brian fired again and again, nothing. Brian put the gun at the against the kids head and again nothing. The kid seemed to be looking past him. What was he looking at?
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Brian yelled at his face.
The kid looked down, as if following something, Brian turned around to follow it too. But what he saw he couldn’t explain. He was slumped against the wall, dead with a bullet in his head.
Then out of nowhere a corridor he has never seen before appears. Brian looks and notices someone walking toward him. Hen knows now who is coming. Death.
Brian runs but bumps into someone he looks at her. It was the firl behind the desk he had shot earlier. She was dead but looking at him, it was impossible. She looked at him blood dripping form the hole in her head, she grabbed Brain and shook him.
“You Asshole.” She shouted into his face. “I worked all year for the grades good enough to get into Yale, and you ruined it! Why did you have to kill me?”
Brian stumbled back only for someone else to grab him. Brian managed to look. It was Mr. Tappy this time.
“You know I liked you, right.” Mr. Tappy said with a weak smile. “I knew somewhere in my heart that you would be able to get through this mess and make something of yourself.” Mr. Tappy Slapped him “Now you ruined it your dead now, there is no turning back, you fucked up this time.”
Mr. Tappy let Brian go. Brian turned to see the hallway fill with the dead, the death that he caused.
“Why did you kill me?” one shouted
“I begged, yet you killed me” shouted another
Many more shouted at him. One grabbed him and began to drag him toward a mob of dead. Many more joined in dragging him.
“let’s kill him again” A single voice called from the crowd.
But something behind him Grabbed him and dragged him down the mysterious hallway.
Brian had, had it. Yesterday was the last time they laughed. He climbed the steps up to the high school, gripping his father’s gun.
“Payback time,” he yelled when he entered.
Nobody answered. Everyone was in class. Maybe the office, he thought to himself. He marched down the hallway looking for some one; eventually he made it to the office and looked in.
Bingo
The office staff and students were busy at work. They saw him as he walked in. Brian pointed the gun at a face of a young girl.
“Jesus sent me. He said go to hell!” Brian had seen that in a movie once
Brian fired; the girl slumped in her chair. Brian continued to fire until every one in site was dead. He turned to leave when he heard whimpering behind the attendance desk. He leaned over the desk. There was a girl there and no doubt he had laughed at him to.
BANG!
Mr. Tappy looked out of his classroom to see what was going on. Bad timing Tappy. Brian stepped into the classroom and looked down on his lifeless body.
“Curiosity killed the, what now?” He made that line up himself.
He fired upon the students in the classroom. Some escaped, jumping out of a window, or hiding behind the dead. Never the less, he was confident that he had taught them a lesson or two about humiliation.
When he left the classroom he saw a flash and felt a thump against his head. Brian recognized the kid who shot at him; Brian and his friends laughed at him and called him the “NRA preacher”, Brian fired back.
But the kid didn’t notice and walked toward Brian. Brian fired again and again, nothing. Brian put the gun at the against the kids head and again nothing. The kid seemed to be looking past him. What was he looking at?
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Brian yelled at his face.
The kid looked down, as if following something, Brian turned around to follow it too. But what he saw he couldn’t explain. He was slumped against the wall, dead with a bullet in his head.
Then out of nowhere a corridor he has never seen before appears. Brian looks and notices someone walking toward him. Hen knows now who is coming. Death.
Brian runs but bumps into someone he looks at her. It was the firl behind the desk he had shot earlier. She was dead but looking at him, it was impossible. She looked at him blood dripping form the hole in her head, she grabbed Brain and shook him.
“You Asshole.” She shouted into his face. “I worked all year for the grades good enough to get into Yale, and you ruined it! Why did you have to kill me?”
Brian stumbled back only for someone else to grab him. Brian managed to look. It was Mr. Tappy this time.
“You know I liked you, right.” Mr. Tappy said with a weak smile. “I knew somewhere in my heart that you would be able to get through this mess and make something of yourself.” Mr. Tappy Slapped him “Now you ruined it your dead now, there is no turning back, you fucked up this time.”
Mr. Tappy let Brian go. Brian turned to see the hallway fill with the dead, the death that he caused.
“Why did you kill me?” one shouted
“I begged, yet you killed me” shouted another
Many more shouted at him. One grabbed him and began to drag him toward a mob of dead. Many more joined in dragging him.
“let’s kill him again” A single voice called from the crowd.
But something behind him Grabbed him and dragged him down the mysterious hallway.