P.F.J.F.C short story 1: Mark Velasquez

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: the team players
Mark`s little story

Submitted: October 30, 2016

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Submitted: October 30, 2016



I strolled into class, late as always

“Mark!” the teacher: Mrs. Soulp glared at mehow is it possible that you’re late every single day?” as she spoke the entire class stared at me, I scanned the class for the familiar face. I found her sitting in the back before the teachers words stole my attention “ill have to give you a referral if you’re late again understand?”

Crystal ma`am” I said politely before strolling to the back of the room: everyone went back to doing whatever classwork they were doing, the class was split into eight tables, two rows of four. I sat next to her in the back table

“hey there Mark” Janet was doing her classwork “late as always” I folded my arms

“I ain`t late, your all early” I said staring at the door in the back of the room, it led to another classroom I always forget the teachers name.

“yeah sure, shouldn’t you get a worksheet its due today you know” she gave me a sidelong glance, it may not look like it but we`ve been dating since the 6th grade and best friends since the first grade. We were in eighth grade now,  we hardly had any classes together but we still saw each other every chance we got. People say we look like we don’t care about each other when were together but we do deeply. I walked back to the teachers desk and took a worksheet from the stack on her desk that looked like the one Janet was working on. Mrs. Soulp gave me a hard look before getting back to whatever she was doing.

“there twenty-eight problems” I complained sitting down next to Janet “it wouldn’t kill my grade if I didn’t do this” Janet shot me a look

“of course it wouldn’t kill your grade, your grade is already dead” I could tell she was going to go off, everyone at the table was already staring at us “we both know your capable of doing better than a 23% you have to try to actually succeed in life what part of that don’t you understand?” I groaned, there was a muffled commotion in the class next door

this is eighth grade” I saidits not going to matter if I slack off right now, its not like some college is gonna say ‘oh this kid had crappy grades in middle school were definitely not going to let him in” Janet had stopped working I could tell she was pissed, the whole class seemed to be focused on us they were eerily quiet

“that’s not the point” she stated glaring at me “there are things that you are expected to learn here in middle school will be needed for high school which is how you’ll succeed there”

your overreacting” I said simply. She was going to go off on me I could feel it but her voice was drowned out by a series of deafening cracks. everything  went silent until someone screamed and more cracks rang out. It took me a minute to realize exactly what was happening. There was a shooter in the class right next to ours, Janet and I shared a look of fear 

“Everyone get under the tables!” Mrs. Soulp demanded hurriedly, everyone got off their seats and scrambled under the tables

“why aren’t any alarms going off?” I heard someone whisper

“is the shooter going to come in here?” Janet pulled me closer to her, the tables didn’t provide much protection for anyone if the shooter came in. more gunshots went off before more silence

“Mark!” Janet whispered urgently, I hear could someone slamming their body against the door from the class next door. “Mark!” another gunshot goes off, and the door is pushed open,

“NOW!” two boys closest to the door rushed him, I could see their feet from under the table and I heard the gunshots and watched their lifeless bodies hit the floor, someone screamed. Now he knew we were under the tables! I watched his feet as he walked forward, Janet clung to me I could feel her shaking. Every instinct i had told me to run but I stayed still watching his feet as he walked past our table until he stopped. I could see him: The teacher from the class next to ours, he was carrying an M-16 he looked slightly injured. He turned to his left and aimed his M-16 at the kids under the table across from ours

“EVERYONE RUN!” one of the boys from my table charged at the man, I didn’t even see him get out from under the table, all hell broke loose. Anyone who had the nerve attacked the man, some ran for the door at the front of the class, the man simply mowed them all down I tried to attack him as well but Janet wrapped her arms around me

“DON’T GO!” her voice was muffled by the gunfire “I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE!” I struggled to break free from her grip but somehow she managed to drag me farther under the table. In that few seconds the floor was covered with corpses, the few that were smart enough to stay under the tables were the only survivors. Or so I thought.  I watched the mans feet as he walked to the front of the room and stopped

“please don’t kill me!” it took my a second to recognize Mrs. Soulp`s frantic voice “I don’t want to die!, ple-” her pleading was cut short by a series of gunshots. The man walked back the way he came, table by table listening to pleas and then firing a few shots. I felt Janet crying behind me, I watched his feet: every single step as he approached our table

“Mark!” Janet whispered through her tears “Mark respond, please!” I was paralyzed watching his feet stop by our table, he got onto his knees so he could see us and aimed his gun. I remember Janet screaming but I don’t remember the gunshots everything simply went black, I died just like that. But I didn’t.

When I opened my eyes I was covered in blood, Somehow I had moved away from Janet. I was alive! That mean`t

 "Janet!" When I looked at her: I saw, she was unrecognizable. I screamed and broke away from her grip crawling out from under the table. I saw the corpses, I recognized all of them. I looked down over my body: not a single injury somehow I wasnt even touched by a single bullet. I turned back to Janet this isn’t real, ill wake up soon she`s not dead! Know it! Ill just wake her up! I pulled her mutilated body out from under the table and cradled her head in my lap

“its okay” I said “you can wake up now, he`s gone” I stared into the bullet hole where her left eye was “Janet?” how did she get hit so much? I was in front of her! she shouldve surived!. “Janet! Dammit wake up!” I shook her, her bloody black hair didn’t seem to budge it was as if she were frozen in death never to move again. “JANET!” I kissed her hard on the lips, tears flowing from my eyes. Thats when my mind chose to remember: the moment before the man fired at us she yanked me out the way, throwing me against one of the table legs knocking me unconscious. If I said at that moment I decided to kill the shooter and get vengeance for her death. The fact is all i did was cry, I cried over her body in a classroom full of corpses, I tried to ignore the gunfire stil going off somewhere on campus until i finally couldn`t

I dragged a dead boy by his foot through a hallway towards the gunshots. the shooter was in this building just around the corner. I turned the corner and saw him shooting a girl down, there was a crowd of students and teachers grouped together on the other side of him slowly they noticed me, I recognized one boy from my class who probably managed to escape it didn’t matter. I just kept approaching the man, dragging the dead boy behind me.

“Hey!” I shouted, the man turned towards me aiming his gun. “wait!” I ordered, he seemed confused taking in the scene: me a bloody boy and the dead body “I just want to help, you left this one alive so I had to finish him for you” he didn’t lower his weapon, I let go of the body

“isn’t that interesting” he chuckled “what’s your name again?” he asked “ I know I recognize you from somewhere”

“Mark Velasquez” I approached him ever so slowly eying the people behind him

“I remember you!” he lowered his weapon laughing “your that sadistic prick I had last year! What? You want to help me? I ain`t surprised” I stopped right beside him facing the crowd, all of them were staring at me with horror

“those are the hostages, I’m sure you’ve figured that much out, already told the cops I’m killing five every fifteen minutes, they’re filling my demands right now”

“what are your demands?” I asked calmly

“before I say anything more” he spoke slowly “where were you, while I was going on my rampage these chumps were hiding in the cafeteria, where were you?” I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, I took a breath

“Mrs. Soulp`s Class” then I moved, I took the ballpoint pen from my pocket and jammed it into his gun hand, the gun fired aimlessly as the man stumbled trying to react, trying to survive. He stumbled backwards aiming the gun at me, I moved behind him wrapped the power cord around his throat and twisted the ends around my knuckles, he bucked swinging me around but I didn’t let go, I managed to wrap my legs around his torso and pulled on the cord with all of my might, my knuckles went numb. It seemed to last eternity a single struggle for life. No one bothered to  interfere. He dropped his gun and tried to pry me off of him, I bit into his hand, he tried to scream in pain but the only noise he made was the noise of a dying animal. It happened so suddenly when he stopped resisting, he just collapsed, lifeless. I couldn’t let go of the power cord my fists wouldn’t unclench, no one said a word while I pried my hands from the cord. When I finally got to my feet someone finally spoke

“get the police!” someone yelled “Were free!” no one seemed to care about me, they all ran by me and simply left. I started to walk after them until I realized I just killed a man.  They’d  probably put me in a mental hospital, what would my family think of me? I imagined my parents looking down at me with disappointment, the world watching me with fear. No, I left the school grounds from the back heading straight into the forest, if I remembered correctly there was a lake in this direction, perfect to drown in. by the time I reached the lake, it was nighttime. I had to do it before the pure realization of everything that just happened really hit me.

“I’m so sorry” I walked onto the dock all the way to the edge not sure who I was apologizing to I just felt like saying it. “there’s just nothing worth it.” I took the final step onto thin air and fell into the water, I felt my lungs getting filled with water I couldn’t breathe as I sunk to the bottom. Once again I died.

Then I woke up again


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