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Post by Emu on May 26, 2005 11:36:52 GMT
"I wasn't the one who shot her, so no. I cannot be responsible for her death when it is all of you who did it." He gave a cold stare to the teacher. He wanted to kill them all. They were causing students to die. They were causing people to die. What could he do about it? The guns? Maybe that was where the answered laid, he could take the guns from them, he could turn the guns on them, then what? What if he could not do that, he only just figured this out. Barely any of the students even had a weapon, this would be a total massacre. Unless they did it smart, maybe there were more students like him and Starry, that would certainly help their odds of survival. Other students were fighting down the halls, they were the younger orphanages he thought. They had to bind together, the students outweighed the teachers in numbers, easily. If all the students got together they would be able to win... It was worth a shot at the very least.
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Post by Rayne on May 26, 2005 11:39:52 GMT
"Put her down and back away before she gets shot at again." he responded. "You've drawn a lot of attention to your abilities. This is your own fault."
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Post by Paul on May 27, 2005 2:51:00 GMT
The students began to slowly step forward, towards the freak. This was it. Matthew's heart felt as if it was going to beat right out of his chest, he took a deep breath and stepped forward, as well. A girl in his arms? Shes bleeding? Christ. I have to do this though, this punk is breaking the rules, hes making it hard for all of us. Teachers orders, I have to do this. He breathed out and in again, stepping forward, increasing in speed with the group. Almost, he was getting closer, almost close enough to hit. There, now. The first blow came from the nearest student, he swung fiercly, missing in the fray of things. A circle formed around the pair, hands coming down from all sides, Max pushed hard through the crowd to get a better view, christ. Hes still coming, the fists continued to lift and drop, "Fuckin' kill 'em" a student in the crowd shouted. Matthew stepped forward and brought his fist upwards, and leaned his weight into it, bringing his boney hand down on the mans head.
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Post by Emu on May 27, 2005 3:01:29 GMT
A student hit him? He was in daze. He could not even strike back. He looked up at them, there was more now, someone had knocked Starry out of his arms now. What the fuck? They were on the same side, he was fighting for them, why was he being attacked?! They would kill him. They would kill Starry. He was willing to risk his life to get a girl, but he was not willing to defend students against teachers when those students were trying to kill him. He let out all he could, hitting anyone he got the chance to, letting volts fly out of him, inside of him, around him. He let it all out. It was funny, he did not feel the pain, he did not feel his hate for these people anymore. He did not feel anything for that matter, he just hit where he saw someone had an open spot, he let everything loose. Was he going to die now? Did he even care anymore? It was not like he had done anything in his life, he had thrived to, but not once did he even touch life outside of this place. He moved without knowing it, his contact blew off of his eyes, it did not matter. Everything hurt, but he did not hurt. There was not anyone around him, he just realized it. Clyde was not even sure how long the others had dropped. He tried looking for Starry, but his eyes just would not seem to work, his arms would not move. The full force of everything slammed into him and he collapsed on the floor... Some hero he was.
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Post by Rayne on May 27, 2005 3:05:24 GMT
Lillith opened her eyes on the floor. Ooh. Headache..
She felt around in front of her. There were students everywhere. She tried to defend, to make a water shield, something.. but they just kicked her back again..
"Thats enough." their teacher said stiffly. Most of the students backed off. Lily looked around, accusing. Hate.. she hated them all..
When she was looking up, she saw the librarian, who she talked to everyday, staring back. Her teachers, and classmates. Her uniform was soaked in blood, and Clyde was on the floor closeby.
She pushed back, and fell again. "..st-stop.. why.."
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Post by Paul on May 27, 2005 3:16:18 GMT
One of the teachers stepped forwards, "Thats enough" he announced to the crowd, everyone stepped back, some stayed their ground, the teacher stepped around and pushed them back slightly, he reached Matthew and slapped him on the shoulder and nodded at him, before walking over to the boy. He looked down at him and crouched over, was he dead? Did we kill him? The thoughts swirled through Max's head like his mind was a cauldron. The girl, her top was soaked through with blood, what had they done to her? A student sat up, his chest covered in the blood gushing from his nose. The teacher stood up and straightened his tie before walking over to the girl, the boy moved slightly, Max walked over and placed his foot on the boys back, kicking him, the boy rolled over. It was a ghastly sight, his face and shirt covered in blood, cuts on his lips, his nose, by his eyes. The police would show up soon enough, surely they would want a report, where were the ambulances? The sirens? Wasnt anybody going to take the boy away, treat his wounds? The Librarian stepped away from the girl, and began to dismiss the students back to their rooms until summoned. Max felt sick, he was going to hurl, he was sure of it. He got back to his room and slouched onto his bed, he didnt throw up, that just made him feel worse.
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Post by Emu on May 27, 2005 3:25:21 GMT
Clyde was floating, at least it felt like he was. The pain had gone away again, but when it was there, even for just that second, or hours, or days—he could not tell—it felt like lifetimes. It hurt so badly. He wondered if he was dead, there was no color, but it was not black; he would not be able to put a color to this place actually. Clyde drifted threw this no-space, thinking, searching. He had to be dead, when people got knocked out they saw black, and they still felt the pain. They also did not float; which he was most definitely sure he was doing. He closed his eyes, if he had them in this reality, and thought. About what he was not sure, he was not capable of focusing so his mind wandered his thoughts has he did. What had happened? Why did it happen? How could he had made it go threw better? Did he still have a chance at scoring with Starry? No. That was not her name, but he could not remember what it was. He could not remember anything, so he just let himself float deeper and deeper into this no color reality he was now in.
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