Bang

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ritchie learns to face reality after an incident leaves him almost killing his crush.

Submitted: January 23, 2014

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I heard my footsteps echo through the halls of Elmsworth High. It had been two years since I last walked the halls of my alma mater, yet everything seemed to bring back memories of what they did. There was that time they had locked me in the bathroom, and even as I beat at the door, teachers and students ignored me. The water fountain reminded me of the times they had thrown ice water in my hair, knowing I had to walk home from class, and Mr. Doolie's class door reminded me of every time his son had beaten me up.

 

I hated it here, but well, that's why I was back. 

 

As I paced the empty hallway, handgun between my fingers, every memory, every God awful word that was ever said to me in this Hell flowed through my head. I adjusted my mask as the bell rang. The first student came out of class, laughing as she scurried to her locker.

 

Bang.

 

Then Mr. Doolie left him class to arrive at the water fountain.

 

Bang.

 

Bang.

 

Bang.

 

The speaker sounded. "Students, there is a gunsman in the building. Please evacu--"

 

I was in the office now, behind Mrs. Helmsy. 

 

Bang.

 

I picked up the intercom. "If you know what's good for yourself and your families, you will not move a muscle. Everyone that leaves will be found and killed, along with his or her family." And I laughed. 

 

I was invincible. As I left the office, the halls were in hysteria. I shot at everyone I could, and I knew since I was disguised as the Shadow King, not a spirit would recognize me.

 

I was more than Ritchie. I was really a king. was controlling this chaos and well, I liked it. Every bang was another victory, another payback for me. The tables had turned.

 

Then it hit me: Who said I had to be disguised at all? Why couldn't I be the real Ritchie-- the hideous, monster, evil Ritchie that nobody had seen? Why couldn't I just be myself?

 

So I did just that. I didn't need a gun even anymore. Now I could use my tentacles to strangle people and my mind to make people kill themselves.

 

All those people that were so mean to me when I was a senior, and they were lame little freshman. 

 

I laughedand I laughed, killing everyone I saw until I heard a far too familiar voice.

 

Jill.

 

Baby blue eyed, precous little Jill.

 

My best friend Jill. 

 

My only frined Jill.

 

"W-why are you doing this?" she cried, holding her hands up in surrender. "Please don't you can kill me instead of all my friends."

 

The glass shattered. I was no longer invincible. I examined her hands, her body language. She was shaking and her face was red from crying. I had to face reality: These were her friends. These were her peers, her mentors, her cousins. And she was my only friend. That meant I had just killed a numerous amount of my friends, peers, mentors, and cousins. 

 

She didn't know who I was and I was glad. I had never felt more ashamed in my life.

 

"Go home, Jill," I muttered. 

 

"Not until you promise me you won't hurt anybody else."

 

"I promise."

 

Her eyes drooped a little and she gained a puzzled look. "H-how do you know my--?"

 

"Go home, Jill," I yelled. She stared for a moment, as if realizing then losing her thought. Next thing I knew she was gone.

 

I fell to the ground and wept., but the only word that escaped my mouth was her name.


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