School bells rang with a shrill report as students rushed into the empty school, lockers slammed and chatter filled the hallways. Teachers sat in classrooms as the first kids started to enter the class, more studious types opening books and working on homework that would be due the next week. Procrastinators rushed to the school's library to print out homework and essays due the first period.
The students in the rush of the school morning didn't notice the two kids dressed in dark clothing who were conversing in one of the emptier sections of the hallway. One of them had a nervous expression on his face as he talked quickly to the other teen.
"Look, I'm not sure about this," he whispered harshly, looking up now and then to look out for people walking down the hall, "It just doesn't seem right."
The other teen glared at him, "Too late to back down Nate, you want your revenge, right? You want that bastard to pay," he said aggressively, "Well here's your chance!"
"I just don't want other people getting hurt," Nate sighed as he rubbed his arms nervously and he shifted his weight.
The teen sneered, "These robots care nothing about us, let's make Harris and Klebold proud," he said solidly slapping Nate on the shoulder, "We're going to do this just as planned, we strike at lunch, make some noise and make the front page."
Nate nodded, "Yeah, alright, see you at lunch then," he said as the warning bell rang and he rushed to his class. He tried his best to get himself psyched for the plan, but he couldn't help shake the nagging feeling that this was going to turn out very bad.
It was Monday morning in the SRU and everyone was at work in the gym. Sam was lifting some weights, Jules was running on the treadmill, Greg commandeered the exercise bike. Ed was in a chin up contest with Wordy and Leah was on the bench press.
Spike suddenly walked into the room, Ed nodded, "Nice of you to join us today Constable Scarlatti," he said in a severe tone.
"Sorry, got caught up in traffic," Spike mumbled as he started his stretches, it was a lie and everyone could tell it.
Wordy finished his fifth set, "Everything okay Spike?"
Spike looked up at Wordy, "Yeah," he nodded, "Great," and with that he put his ear buds on and began working on the punching bag, Sam rose an eyebrow at the intensity of the punches. Everyone was more than a little confused at Spike's sudden shift in personality.
Last night Spike had been the wisecracking and geeky constable that Team One came to know and love. Today though, he seemed to have shifted a hundred and eighty degrees, his mood was darker and more brooding.
Greg hoped that whatever Spike was going through, it wouldn't ruin his concentration if they got called out and that it wasn't a permanent shift in mood. He also knew that if Spike didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want to be pressed on the issue.
The team worked out silently from then on, each with their own thoughts.
Nate walked along the hallways before third period, it was almost time for their plan to take place, most people would be in the hallways between third and fourth period. It would be, as his partner, Jeremy, explained, the perfect situation for total chaos.
He started sweating a bit, the bullet proof vest he wore under his clothes felt heavier and more oppressive all of the sudden. Would he be able to accomplish his goal?
As he walked into his third period class, his fists clenched, he had to. It was the only way to avenge his friend.
"Nate," a girl called from the other side of the class, she joined him, "You get the problems last night?"
"Yeah, thanks Chris, made a lot more sense once you explained it," he smiled a little and went to his seat.
She shrugged, "No problem," she replied and went back to her seat with a shy smile.
Nate took a deep breath and immersed himself in the math class, he had to be ready for what was going to come next, he had to.
Jeremy stood in the bathroom with Nate shortly before third period ended, they went over the plan one more time, "Alright," Jeremy said as he held out a map of the school, "As soon as we step out, you fire the shotgun into the air and I'll fire into the crowd," he said, "Then I'll provide a distraction as you go on your little mission."
"Harris and Klebold?" Nate asked nervously with a slight smile on his face, he was trying to get ready for what they were about to do.
Jeremy nodded and grinned, "Harris and Klebold."
Nate tucked the pistol into his waist band and shrugged on his coat, he held the shotgun and nodded at Jeremy who had tucked his pistol into his waist band and held the automatic at the ready. The bell for fourth period rung and the hallways filled again.
"Spike," a voice called out over the din of loud Italian rock.
Spike turned to see Ed standing there with his arms crossed, the Italian paused the song and pulled his ear buds out, "Yeah Ed?"
"If you don't want to tell me what's going on, that's fine," Ed said seriously, "but if this is going to affect how you work today . . ."
"I'm fine," Spike answered as he punched the bag one last time, "just a personal thing, I'll be fine."
Ed patted Spike on the back, "Alright, well if you need some time off," he said in an uncharacteristically nice move.
Spike shook his head, "I'll be fine Ed," he said before walking off to run on the treadmill that Jules had vacated.
The female negotiator walked over to the bench press and began lifting the weight, Sam was on the stationary bike right next to her. "What's going on with Spike?" he asked out loud, just loud enough for Jules to hear.
"Not sure," Jules replied as she finished a rep, "But he'll probably open up."
Chris walked to her science class, which was right across the hallway, her teacher greeted her at the door and Chris walked to her seat. Her teacher was pregnant by four months and it was showing, she smiled at Chris, "You got the lab questions right again, I'm impressed Christine."
Chris shrugged, "I guess it just comes easy to me Mrs. Gant," she replied as the students filed in, one of them was a senior wearing a sports jersey, he sneered at the teacher and took his seat.
The teacher gave him the stink eye when he wasn't looking and then turned to write the warm up on the board.
A few more students walked in when suddenly Chris heard loud cracking sounds in the hallway and students screaming.
She was the closest one to the door so she ran up to it and slammed it shut, Mrs. Gant tossed her the keys and Chris locked the door, suddenly the loud report of a shot gun filled the class, the window in the door broke and Chris felt a sharp pain in her side.
"Christine!" she heard Mrs. Gant call as Chris dropped to the floor and got out of the way of the door. The teen looked down and saw an expanding stain of red on her shirt, she gripped her side and tried to control her breathing.
A hand reached through the broken window and the tattered posters that covered what was left of it. The hand reached down and opened the door, revealing Nate with a shotgun and a look of pure hatred in his eyes, he slammed the door shut and yelled, "No one in this room moves!"
Everyone looked up in fear at Nate, Chris leaned heavily on the filing cabinets as she asked in a surprised voice, "Nate?"
Nate glanced down for one second before pointing his gun at the senior, "Nobody move," he said again, "Or he dies."
'For a large student body, they sure clear out fast,' Jeremy thought as he walked the empty hallways. There were some blood stains on the floor and several bodies, he glanced down at his gun, soon it would be time that he joined them.
He shifted his automatic to the other hand and made his way to the library.
Number 400 for the Flashpoint fanfiction archive! *confetti and balloons drop from ceiling*.
Well, this is based off the "Perfect Storm", the references to "Harris and Klebold" are referring to the Columbine shooters. I do not own Flashpoint and I don't condone school shootings.