Unknown Motive

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On an ordinary day in a dull life, five mislead men attempt to take a school hostage. There is one rebel in the frightened high school. This is the story of a young man who fights his captors. Nobody knows who they are, where they came from, or what their motive is. Yes it may seem short but I haven't written anything in a while so I'm a bit rusty. Please read, it is very good.

Submitted: April 14, 2007

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Normal day, normal life. That was how it started. I was just walking to school one day, walking briskly to avoid being late, Little did I know, I would have wished I had been late that day.

As I approached the main gate of the school, I noticed a shiny black van with heavily tinted windows parked in the faculty parking lot. I held up my arm and peered at my watch, the bell was about to ring and my first period teacher was very strict about being late. I ran up the stairs and reached the door of the classroom just in time. I walked in, breathing heavily, and took my seat in the back by the window. The entire time I was looking out into the parking lot at that brand new van. All the teachers’ cars are there, so it can’t be that someone got a new car… Maybe someone is having a meeting and it belongs to a sub… I thought to myself as the bell rang. This wasn’t a normal bell, however, it was an emergency bell. One long, piercing shriek of that metallic bell signaled teachers to instantly lock up their rooms and prepare for an emergency. I slowly rose up in my seat and looked out the window. The doors were open and 5 men were standing outside the back. They were all strapping on body armor and wearing big, black overcoats. I watched with wide eyes as they each removed a pistol, a small rapid-fire weapon, a rifle, and a knife from the back of the van. I tried not to make any noise as I watched one of them remove a 10-guage shotgun from the back and don a backpack stuffed with boxes of rounds for all of their weapons. I tried not to scream as I saw them all proceed towards the school’s main doors. One of them stopped and turned towards the wall that housed the window I was peering out of. He pulled an M16 and emptied at least 50 rounds into every window in that wall. I jumped to the floor and covered my head as bullets ricocheted around the room and glass shattered and fell all over me. A fragment of glass lodged partially in my back. The sharp pain shook my body as I pulled it out. Had I not been wearing a thick jacket the thing could have hit my spine and I would have been in trouble. I listened to the screams as the men went down the hall, breaking into each room and searching them. I knew somehow that they would stop after this room, so I went over to the overturned wooden desk that was blocking the door. I snapped one of the metal legs off of the rotten wood top, leaving a nice and jagged chunk of wood on the end. Everyone in the room was too busy huddling up in the back to notice anything. Then I remembered, two doors before our room was the school police office. I had no liking for gunfire, so I covered my ears. I heard two gunshots, then a man’s voice yelling and the firing of an automatic rifle.

There’s only one of them coming! I thought, relieved that a whole strike force wasn’t about to crash through the door of my Math class. Then I heard the footsteps, and someone tried to kick in the door. The desk shook violently and the man kicked again. The desk fell over. I heard him take a few steps backwards, then run at the door. I held up my “weapon” and took a deep breath. There was a loud, resounding bang that echoed through the room and the door came crashing in. The other students began screaming and crying. I swung the club as hard and as fast as I could. The jagged, sharp mass of wood on the end hit home and lodged in the man’s face. He emitted an unbearably loud, bloodcurdling scream as the jagged edge sank into his eyes and forehead. He fired a few shots at the ceiling as he fell lifelessly and flopped on the floor. I quickly searched him and removed both of his pistols. I turned off the safety on one and shoved the other in my belt. I found a few clips of extra ammunition in his jacket and stuck them in my pockets. Just as the other students and my teacher realized what was happening, I had left the room and started to jog down the hall. I slowly turned a corner towards the stairwell and another man saw me. He pointed his rifle and fired. I ducked over and covered my head as a bullet hit the locker behind me and stuck in the door. I remembered the day I had spent hunting with my uncles and held up the gun. I stood up and jumped out into the hallway. The man had apparently thought I was hit because he struggled to recover his gun from his coat when he saw me. I pulled the trigger and listened to the shot’s echo and the casing hit the floor. The man shrieked out and gripped his leg with one hand as he pulled out a semi-automatic rifle from his coat. I pulled the trigger again and again and again. The shots hit home and the man fell backwards from the force of the impact. The gun hit the floor and slid to the side of the hall where it hit the wall with a metallic click. I touched part of my gun and the magazine slid out onto the floor. I searched the next man and took all his handgun ammunition. I knew that with only 3 men still alive, one of the gates must be left unguarded. I could escape and call the police! I thought about it and realized that the smallest gate would probably be the one left alone, the east gate. I crept down the stairs and heard footsteps coming down the hallway in my direction. I leaned against the stairway wall and flipped the gun around in my hand, gripping it by the barrel. When he got right outside the alcove I was concealed in, I whipped my gun out a smacked him in the jaw with the grip of the gun. He fell on his back, dropping his shotgun. As he hit the floor tiles the rounds in his backpack burst out of their boxes and sprayed all around the floor. I jumped out and sat on his chest. I was in 10th grade and I wasn’t exactly small, so I didn’t have too much difficulty pinning him down. He looked me in the eye and began to laugh. This wasn’t a “ha ha good joke” kind of laugh, it was a creepy, maniacal, crackling laugh that resounded through the hallway we were in. I hit him again and I heard a horrible cracking noise as he lost consciousness and his jaw snapped in two. I stumbled into the bathroom and vomited. I turned on the sink and washed off my bloodstained hands. I realized I had dented part of my gun and the empty magazine wouldn’t eject, so I abandoned it and pulled the gun from my belt. I withdrew the clip and checked that it was full, it was.

I walked out of the building and crept along the wall behind a hedge. I held my gun in one hand and a knife taken from the last man in the other. I could tell by the ease with which they were killed that these men were not trained and were simply well-equipped and seemingly not in-shape. I saw that the gates were barred and only one was left operational, the main gate. I snuck along the shadows into view of the gate and saw that only one man remained there. I crawled behind a lunch table and got into a position where I could easily take out the man I saw guarding the gate. I jumped up and fired. The shot missed and hit the fence hear the guard. He raised his Enhanced M4 Assault Rifle and opened fire at my location. I crept behind tables until he ran into the lunch area, searching under every table. I hid silently under a table until he was right in front of me. I jumped out and stuck the knife into his upper back, landing in between the bones of his spine. He fell forward quickly, unable to move his legs. He smiled and pointed back behind me. I stared at him oddly as he died. Then I heard a suppressed gunshot from somewhere behind me and to the left. I felt a burning pain in the back of my head, then the cool hardness of the concrete floor.

Normal day, normal life. That was how it started. I was just walking to school one day, walking briskly to avoid being late, Little did I know, I would have wished I had been late that day.

As I approached the main gate of the school, I noticed a shiny black van with heavily tinted windows parked in the faculty parking lot. I held up my arm and peered at my watch, the bell was about to ring and my first period teacher was very strict about being late. I ran up the stairs and reached the door of the classroom just in time. I walked in, breathing heavily, and took my seat in the back by the window. The entire time I was looking out into the parking lot at that brand new van. All the teachers' cars are there, so it can't be that someone got a new car... Maybe someone is having a meeting and it belongs to a sub... I thought to myself as the bell rang. This wasn't a normal bell, however, it was an emergency bell. One long, piercing shriek of that metallic bell signaled teachers to instantly lock up their rooms and prepare for an emergency. I slowly rose up in my seat and looked out the window. The doors were open and 5 men were standing outside the back. They were all strapping on body armor and wearing big, black overcoats. I watched with wide eyes as they each removed a pistol, a small rapid-fire weapon, a rifle, and a knife from the back of the van. I tried not to make any noise as I watched one of them remove a 10-guage shotgun from the back and don a backpack stuffed with boxes of rounds for all of their weapons. I tried not to scream as I saw them all proceed towards the school's main doors. One of them stopped and turned towards the wall that housed the window I was peering out of. He pulled an M16 and emptied at least 50 rounds into every window in that wall. I jumped to the floor and covered my head as bullets ricocheted around the room and glass shattered and fell all over me. A fragment of glass lodged partially in my back. The sharp pain shook my body as I pulled it out. Had I not been wearing a thick jacket the thing could have hit my spine and I would have been in trouble. I listened to the screams as the men went down the hall, breaking into each room and searching them. I knew somehow that they would stop after this room, so I went over to the overturned wooden desk that was blocking the door. I snapped one of the metal legs off of the rotten wood top, leaving a nice and jagged chunk of wood on the end. Everyone in the room was too busy huddling up in the back to notice anything. Then I remembered, two doors before our room was the school police office. I had no liking for gunfire, so I covered my ears. I heard two gunshots, then a man's voice yelling and the firing of an automatic rifle.

There's only one of them coming! I thought, relieved that a whole strike force wasn't about to crash through the door of my Math class. Then I heard the footsteps, and someone tried to kick in the door. The desk shook violently and the man kicked again. The desk fell over. I heard him take a few steps backwards, then run at the door. I held up my "weapon" and took a deep breath. There was a loud, resounding bang that echoed through the room and the door came crashing in. The other students began screaming and crying. I swung the club as hard and as fast as I could. The jagged, sharp mass of wood on the end hit home and lodged in the man's face. He emitted an unbearably loud, bloodcurdling scream as the jagged edge sank into his eyes and forehead. He fired a few shots at the ceiling as he fell lifelessly and flopped on the floor. I quickly searched him and removed both of his pistols. I turned off the safety on one and shoved the other in my belt. I found a few clips of extra ammunition in his jacket and stuck them in my pockets. Just as the other students and my teacher realized what was happening, I had left the room and started to jog down the hall. I slowly turned a corner towards the stairwell and another man saw me. He pointed his rifle and fired. I ducked over and covered my head as a bullet hit the locker behind me and stuck in the door. I remembered the day I had spent hunting with my uncles and held up the gun. I stood up and jumped out into the hallway. The man had apparently thought I was hit because he struggled to recover his gun from his coat when he saw me. I pulled the trigger and listened to the shot's echo and the casing hit the floor. The man shrieked out and gripped his leg with one hand as he pulled out a semi-automatic rifle from his coat. I pulled the trigger again and again and again. The shots hit home and the man fell backwards from the force of the impact. The gun hit the floor and slid to the side of the hall where it hit the wall with a metallic click. I touched part of my gun and the magazine slid out onto the floor. I searched the next man and took all his handgun ammunition. I knew that with only 3 men still alive, one of the gates must be left unguarded. I could escape and call the police! I thought about it and realized that the smallest gate would probably be the one left alone, the east gate. I crept down the stairs and heard footsteps coming down the hallway in my direction. I leaned against the stairway wall and flipped the gun around in my hand, gripping it by the barrel. When he got right outside the alcove I was concealed in, I whipped my gun out a smacked him in the jaw with the grip of the gun. He fell on his back, dropping his shotgun. As he hit the floor tiles the rounds in his backpack burst out of their boxes and sprayed all around the floor. I jumped out and sat on his chest. I was in 10th grade and I wasn't exactly small, so I didn't have too much difficulty pinning him down. He looked me in the eye and began to laugh. This wasn't a "ha ha good joke" kind of laugh, it was a creepy, maniacal, crackling laugh that resounded through the hallway we were in. I hit him again and I heard a horrible cracking noise as he lost consciousness and his jaw snapped in two. I stumbled into the bathroom and vomited. I turned on the sink and washed off my bloodstained hands. I realized I had dented part of my gun and the empty magazine wouldn't eject, so I abandoned it and pulled the gun from my belt. I withdrew the clip and checked that it was full, it was.

I walked out of the building and crept along the wall behind a hedge. I held my gun in one hand and a knife taken from the last man in the other. I could tell by the ease with which they were killed that these men were not trained and were simply well-equipped and seemingly not in-shape. I saw that the gates were barred and only one was left operational, the main gate. I snuck along the shadows into view of the gate and saw that only one man remained there. I crawled behind a lunch table and got into a position where I could easily take out the man I saw guarding the gate. I jumped up and fired. The shot missed and hit the fence hear the guard. He raised his Enhanced M4 Assault Rifle and opened fire at my location. I crept behind tables until he ran into the lunch area, searching under every table. I hid silently under a table until he was right in front of me. I jumped out and stuck the knife into his upper back, landing in between the bones of his spine. He fell forward quickly, unable to move his legs. He smiled and pointed back behind me. I stared at him oddly as he died. Then I heard a suppressed gunshot from somewhere behind me and to the left. I felt a burning pain in the back of my head, then the cool hardness of the concrete floor.


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