Torn Apart

[Douglas Lee]

OOC: This didn't work in ORP, so I'll try it in SRP. Cleverly, I made it where the students are eighteen, so it's legal. Mwahahaha.

Eighteen-year-old Tyler Redford quietly walked into the gym of his school, Ridgemont High School, looking around at all the students watching the school's basketball team, the Ridgemont Rioters, playing against another team from another town about eight miles away from Ridgemont.

Tyler was wearing an ankle-length trenchcoat and had a strange look on his face, but no one noticed him. He was kind of a nerd and nobody really ever payed attention to him except to make fun of him or something.

Afterwards, they would wish that they had . . .

Tyler walked forward through the basketball players, padlocking the gym doors once by once. Everyone began noticing him.

"What the hell are you doing, zitface?" asked Gary Stiles, the basketball team captain, walking toward Tyler's back, still carrying the basketball in his right hand, perplexed and angry as hell.

"Fuck you, jock. I'm tired of you motherfuckers making my life a living fucking hell," Tyler snarled, turning and pulling the semiautomatic rifle of his father's from beneath his trenchcoat and firing four shots into Gary.

Everyone began screaming and running off the bleachers. Too bad the doors were padlocked and there weren't any windows, because a basketball might smash it.

Tyler had plenty of time, plenty of ammo, and he was pissed.

OOC: You can be a student, a teacher, whatever, but I just need one female and one male.

 

[Douglas Lee]

*bumpage*

 

[Douglas Lee]

OOC: I understand this is a sensitive subject, but it's just roleplay, damn. *bump*

 

[sierrahughes]

OOC: Yup it is sensitive alright, but I guess I'm in. You want to wait for the other male writer?

 

[Douglas Lee]

OOC: Nah he can join later on. You can post if you like. I'm going to sleep. Will continue later on tomorrow.

 

[Douglas Lee]

OOC: Sierra, shall we continue?

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra Hughes
Age: 23
Height: 5' 2"
Appearance: Curly black hair, sharp features and warm tan that revealed a Lebanese-Mexican descent.
Measurements: 36C - 25 - 37

IC:

I can't believe this is happening here!

That was the first thought on Sierra's mind, and after pausing momentarily to think, amidst the running and screaming around her, she was certain the same thought must have been on everyone else's minds as well.

She had witnessed for herself Tyler slugging Gary in the middle of the court, and it was the first time she had seen anyone die, much less dying like that. The falling of Gary's lifeless body. The eardrum shattering sound of the gunshots followed by the dull and sickening thud as the bullets hit flesh and bone. She suddenly felt like puking.

She backed away calmly, trying to put distance between herself and Tyler as quickly as possible, but felt a moment of panic sear through her when she began to realise that they were all locked in. The padlocks. There must be some other way out of here.

Even as her mind began working as fast as she could, under the current circumstances she could only hope that no one else gets hurt.

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra

There was of course, the added responsibility of having to keep her students safe as far as possible.

 

[Douglas Lee]

Tyler turned and looked around for a new vicitm, and smiled as he saw Mrs. Hughes, his English teacher, trying to get away from him, and he raised the semiautomatic, firing off five shots.

He cursed as a male student unwittingly stepped in front of the shots and fell, twitching, blood spurting from nearly half a dozen wounds, each fatal as the next.

He walked towards Mrs. Hughes, determined to not miss this time.

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra

I stifled a scream by holding my palm over my mouth. Danny now lay lifeless barely a foot away from me. And I knew from Tyler's eyes that it should have been me lying dead.

"Don't hurt anyone else!" I bursted out, more in vain hope than anything, as I saw Tyler raise his arm once more.

 

[Douglas Lee]

Tyler shook his head with a grin and was about to finish Mrs. Hughes off when he saw another female student starting to pry loose one of the side doors, which he had just barricaded with two full bookcases, no padlocks at all.

He turned and shot her three times through the back. When he turned around, Mrs. Hughes was gone.

He scratched his head.

"Huh?" he asked himself, blinking.

Then she came out of nowhere, swinging the baseball bat into his shoulderblade.

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra

I was once more forced to face the prospect of dying, when Tyler turned suddenly, and fired off in another direction. This time, I didn't even turn to see who it was. All I knew that Tyler wasn't going to listen to any reason and that he had to be taken down.

Wasting no time at all, I dashed sideways, trying desperately to make up the distance between us, but also taking care to stay out of harm's way as far as possible. I picked up the baseball bat that happened to be lying on the floor - probably from indoor swings training - and soon I was where I wanted to be exactly. Right behind him.

Even though I was an Aikido black bel holder, I was going for force for the first attempt. If things go wrong from here I'd have to improvise. The sweet-spot of the bat soon connected with the top of his shoulderblade, and I winced slightly. It was going to hurt.

 

[Douglas Lee]

Tyler turned, wincing as well, but not in pain.

"Ouch. You lost again, Miss Hughes. Shoulder pads," he said with a small grin as he shot her through the foot to incapacitate her and headed on by, kicking the baseball bat under the bleachers as he did.

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra

The pain shot through my entire foot and for a moment I lost my balance. But it also meant he was off-guard, even if for just a split-second. Dropping my shoulders and the grip on my bat as if to collapse, I watched from the corner of my eye as he came closer. It was close enough.

First I went for his trigger hand. It was easy enough to get a grip on his wrist, as I twisted it in a way that brought a yelp from him. His grip loosened momentarily, and I pulled him towards me and off-balance. Just one more movement and I could bring him down on his back.

It was then the pain from my foot returned. I gritted my teeth but to no avail, and Tyler regained his balance and his grip. At least I tried.

 

[Douglas Lee]

Tyler hit Mrs. Hughes in the face with his semiautomatic and knocked her down.

He walked around and made sure the doors were padlocked securely, and then handcuffed the surviving two dozen or so students, before grabbing Mrs. Hughes by the hair and dragging her into the gym office, expelling one or two hiding students and taking them into the gym and handcuffing them before returning to Mrs. Hughes in the office and closing the door.

"Now let's get a bit more comfortable before the police arrive," Tyler said, eyeing Mrs. Hughes up and down and kissing her.

 

[Douglas Lee]

OOC: Sierra, are we continuing?

 

[sierrahughes]

Ms Hughes

"Now let's get a bit more comfortable before the police arrive,"

My first reaction was to slap him away. He looked back at me, with the madness in his eyes, as he raised his hand and gave me a slap back. My cheeks were still stinging from the impact when he leaned into me once more, his lips roving my face, trying to reach my own lips.

I was about to retaliate once more, when I finally cooled myself to analyse the situation. I was partially immobilised due to the leg wound, and it was clear that Tyler was not susceptible to reason, nor any kind of negotiation. At this present moment, it would take a miracle for anyone locked inside to survive the ordeal. Or if he runs out of ammunition.

Finally grabbing hold of my chin firmly, his lips descend onto mine forcefully once more, his tongue unafraid to intrude past my lips. My struggles are little more than token now; but it was because my mind was moving quickly for the possibilities, rather than a sign of me giving up. I was hoping he would take it for the latter.

 

[sierrahughes]

*bump*