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eis was brought back to Joji's police car, standing with Toni who was discretely pressing his gun to his back. Reis stood there, staring at the school, looking at the bellowing smoke, hearing the screams and sirens, and thinking how useless he felt. But to Reis's immediate, and fruitful, surprise, Toni gave a deep sneeze. Without a mille-second to waste, Reis elbowed Toni in the chest, causing the buck to fall forward in pain. Luckily, he did not discharge the gun.

Reis then turned, and punched Toni in the face. Toni then fell backwards onto the hood of the police car, laying on it in a daze. Reis reached into the car where Toni put his shotgun and pulled it out. He then made a mad dash to the school's entrance.

"Sorry Toni," Reis shouted back, "But if you want to stop me, shoot me!"

Joji burst into the cafeteria, causing Karma and Jerry to jump up startled; luckily, they did not draw their guns on him. Once the two saw who it was they hustled over to Joji. Joji placed his hand on Karma's shoulder, "You find anything?" They both shook their heads. "Only heard a lot of shots. The others said that they found some kids locked in the PAC, but no shooter," said Jerry. Joji looked around, "then they must be in one spot. The west wing. Near the gym."

"Do we know how many there are?" asked Karma.

"It's hard to say. But there's more than one and I hear reports from outside that our other boys have seen one male and one female. Both in their teens. We can't say if they're all that there is but by the sounds of the gunfire, I would say that it is two people constantly loading and reloading."

Jerry shook his head, "If there's two of them, why have both of them holding out in the western wing of the building when they could do a shitload of damage by separating? Besides, the western wing has got to be just about empty."

"ALEX IS THERE!" shouted Joji.

The two looked stunned. "Are you sure?" asked Karma.

Joji nodded.

Karma smiled, holding up his rifle, he said, "Then what are we waiting for?"

Joji smiled back. Karma patted his shoulder, "Alex is no dummy and he is no coward. I'm sure he's fine."

"Alright," said Jojo reassuming his authoritative voice, "I want you and Jerry to go round the hallway down to your right. I'll go down the left. We meet in the gym. Be fucking careful 'cause they got to be there."

"You're going alone?" asked Karma gravely.

"Yea...come one, let's go."

They all hunkered down, hands pressed against their ears, as the volleys continued to burst outside. The shooter was defiantly in the locker room now. The bullets loudly clanged as they struck the rows of meta;; lockers. Some had pieces of their clothing stuffed in their mouths to prevent themselves from bursting out crying; streams of tears gushed down their faces.

The sounds got louder.

Sometimes, between the barrages, the shooter would stop to slam his fists against the lockers, or kick them, as he laughed. His laughter was so uncontrollable it was a wonder, they thought, how he could keep his gun up.

BOOM!

The room shook. Alex's ears rung. A bomb had gone off.

Fighting their intense instinct to scream, they all squirmed in their positions.

The gunfire sounded again. Alex pressed the right side of his face down to the ground; bits of dirt entered his mouth. The gunfire seemed to be increasing in speed. The terrible echo of the bullets crashing into the metal lockers intensified. Suddenly, a bullet pierced through the upper left corner of the office window, causing the glass on the upper half of the window to shatter and fall on to those below. Alex tried to press his face against the hard, cold floor even further, causing his teeth to draw blood from his inner mouth.

Then there was silence. A delayed silence.

Slowly, Alex turned his head around to see what was happening. Mark, pieces of glass on his head and long ears, put his head to the window. He then turned and signaled Ralph, Ron, and Slug to come over. Then the cocker spaniel forced the door open, pressing the hand which held the gun against the door in order to keep it silent. Luke peeked his head out the door. Then he stood up, gripping the revolver in his hand, and walked out of the room. Ralph, Ron, and Slug followed. Mark then signaled the three to go to the right as he went to the left, and they did so.

The silence that eerily continued accelerated the anxiety of everyone in the room.

Alex was suddenly startled by a vibration in his pants. It was his phone. He took it out and saw on the screen: 5 New Messages from Joji. He quickly snapped the lid of his phone up. The service was terrible in the coach's room, so he must have just gotten a signal. The first four message were the same: Where are you?

But when he scrolled down the last one, a stock went through his body: I'm coming for you!

Suddenly, shots rang out, echoing down the rows of lockers.

What followed was the sound screaming and rumbling. The familiar hysterical laughing of the shooter turned to screaming and ganging preceding puffs of punches smacking his body.

"LUKE NOW!" screamed the voice of Mark.

Luke clapped his hands and everybody sprung to their feet. Alex followed the mass out the door and into the locker room. The entire room was riddled with bullet holes. The lockers were all bent and twisted. As they paced row after row heading toward the gym, the group slowed when they passed one particular row: it was the row were Mark, Ralph, Ron, and Slug were pounding the shooter. As the rest of the group ran past, Alex stopped to stare at the four. The shooter was a thin, brownish cat wearing a long black trench coach that looked rather ridiculous on him considering its large disproportion to his body. Alex's glance caught something else. The revolver lay on the ground on the other side of the locker row. Also on that on other side was the doorway that led to the first floor hall. Alex then looked down to see that he was still clutching onto his phone, screen still up with the Joji's message displayed. Alex looked at the revolver again and then back at the door.

"THE FUCK YOU STARING AT?" shouted Mark, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

But Alex only locked his eyes on the revolver once more.

"ALEX!"

He could hear Luke's voice behind him. Suddenly, another volley of gunfire sounded. This time coming from beyond the doorway on the other side of the row. Alex dashed for the revolver, swiftly snatching it up off the ground as he headed for the doorway.

"ALEX! ALEX!"