My school just went on lockdown. The 'school shooter' sure as hell isn't human. (Part One)

10th Grade can be a bust.
But going on a full-out lockdown CAN'T be compared to all the other **** you might face, especially the lockdown I was in a few years ago. On that one Wednesday afternoon, during English class, the loudspeakers came on, and the vice principal's panicked voice flooded the room.
"Lockdown, Lockdown, Lockdown, Lockdown,"
Usually, we can tell if a lockdown is a real deal because, in a drill, the vice-principal or the principal says 'lockdown' three times. But when a lockdown is real, and when someone dangerous and armed is in the building, the vice principal says 'lockdown' four times.
The lockdown was going smoothly at first until we realized something. A girl, Linda, was in the washroom, and she hadn't gone back for ten minutes since the lockdown started. Our seven-foot-tall, 300 pound English teacher bravely volunteered to go check if everything was okay. Honestly, I don't think a bullet could even pierce his skin enough to reach his vital organs. When the teacher hadn't returned in twenty minutes, we started to panic.
"What the hell is going on? They should be ****ing back!" One kid said.
"They're probably dead,"
"The ****?"
"When is this over?"
"EVERYBODY SHUT THE **** UP! We wait ten minutes until Mr. Johnson comes back, and if they don't come back, we-"
Somebody screamed in the hallway. A female voice.
One of my best friends, nicknamed 'Blame', pulled me aside from the chaos. Blame was allegedly part of a 'gang'. He dressed in 'hood' clothes, always carried a switchblade on him, and never spoke in full sentences.
"Yo dawg, ****'s going on?" Blame asked.
I replied, "I don't know. Why the **** isn't Mr. Johnson coming back? Someone is outside, and by the looks of it, they're armed."
Another scream echoed into the hallway. Linda ran down the hallway, like that cliche girl in every slasher film, and she started banging on the door.
"LET ME IN, LET ME IN!" she screamed.
"Yo girl, calm down," Blame said.
"Calm down, stop ****ing around. What's going on?" I asked.
"Let me in, something is chasing me!"
"This isn't funny, Linda," Dan said.
Dan slowly removed the barricade and unlocked the door, and he stepped out. Through the window in the door, I could see him asking Linda something when something we couldn't see tripped Linda, and dragged her, screaming.
"****!" Dan screamed.
He desperately tried to run back to the door, but the thing we couldn't see grabbed him and started dragging him along the floor. He kicked, screamed, and punched, but whatever had a hold of him was stronger. The two freshmen were dragged to the other hallway, where we couldn't see them anymore. The screams eventually cut off.
I rushed to the door, locking it, and I covered the window.
"THE **** IS GOIN' ON, DAWG?" Blame screamed.
"I'm not paid enough for this ****," I said.
All the kids began to panic, and arguments ensued. Three kids, Dan's goons, wanted to go out and try to look for him. I tried to argue, saying that it was too dangerous. I almost feel bad for what happened to them.
Ryan, one of them, yelled, "So you're going to just sit here instead of looking for my man?"
"Hey, I don't know if you numbskulls can process thoughts anymore, but did you see what took him?! That's no school shooter, hell, it might not even be human. And you want to get out and look for a dead man?"
Ryan stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "What was that, bitch?"
Blame stepped between us and glared at Ryan. "Dawg, get the **** away from my homie, or imma **** your pansy-ass up and make 'ya wish you were never born."
Ryan looked like he had an idea. "You. Give me that switchblade you always carry."
In case you didn't know, even on school grounds, Blame always carried a switchblade in his pocket in case, as he said, '**** went down'.
"Hell naw, bitch, you go get your own, dawg,"
I decided that I had enough of this ****. "You know what? Ryan, if you want to go outside and look for your dead friend, be my guest. No one's stopping you. Go out and ****ing die, just know that I warned you."
Ryan looked hesitant. "Fine. Let's go!" he looked at the silent group of sophomores, at his jocks. When they didn't come, Ryan screamed, "Let's go you *******!!"
And they went outside, into the dark hallways.
I watched as Ryan and his gang went, in the hallway where I couldn't see them anymore, which was also the hallway we saw Dan and Linda disappear. I heard their footsteps abruptly stop.
I heard one of them yell, "What the **** is that thing?" followed by very deep and aggressive growling, and the sound of something heavy standing up.
"Oh ****, let's get out of here!" Ryan screamed.
"GO, GO, GO-"
All the screaming and sounds abruptly cut off, like someone had turned the mute button on. Then, I heard deep and loud footsteps, then the sound of something large being dragged down the hallway, heading away from us.
My stomach twisted. I knew this was going to happen.
Everyone started to panic, a few kids started to cry, and some kids made futile attempts at calling 911, which wasn't working.
"What the **** was that?!"
I stood up. "They're probably dead and ****ed, and nothing's going to change that. Now we have... twenty? Sorry, I'm not too good at subtraction. Yeah, we have twenty people left. We need to at all costs avoid panicking because that'll-
"Who the **** put you in charge?" One kid asked.
"I did, dawg!" Blame said. "Now shut the **** up, and listen!"
"Thanks, man," I said to Blame.
"Anytime, player."
"Now does anyone have weapons?" I asked. Seven kids, (including me) raised their hands. Of course. Half the ****ing class was part of a 'gang'. And we were in the USA.
In the end, we had gathered ten weapons from all the kids. Mostly switchblades, swiss army knives, folding knives, and even a few fixed blades. I had a small folding knife my father had given me.
Blame pulled me aside.
"Yo dawg, I got something to tell you," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"I'll tell you when you drop the ****ing attitude!" he yelled. "I have a gun,"
I raised my eyebrows. "Are you serious?" I asked.
"Yeah, dawg," Blame pulled up his hoodie, revealing a nine-millimeter pistol sloppily holstered in his belt.
"That's great! How much ammo do you have?" I asked.
"Two magazines," he replied.
I stood up. "I have an announcement to make," everyone went silent. "We have a ****ing gun,"
The class cheered.
I walked to the other side of the classroom. In case you were wondering, we don't have windows in our classroom, since we're at the heart of the school, and even if we did, we were on the third floor anyway.
"Now did anyone call the police?" I asked.
"Naw, they keep hanging up on us," one kid said.
Of course, they did. I pulled out my phone and typed down everything that had happened on Dating.mobi, so I could post it later or something.
"Should we get ou-"
My heart dropped as something huge bashed against the door. Everyone screamed and backed away.
"Oh **** dawg," Blame said. He turned the safety on his pistol.
"No," I put my hand gently on his pistol. "Save the ammo for later. I'm going to get a good look at this thing,"
Upon not hearing any noises, I walked to the door and took the cover off the window. I looked out the hallway and got a long, good look at the thing that had killed five of our classmates.
There was a damn monster right outside our classroom.


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