Point Blank-By Daft Plushie
I
Gaz looked at her reflection in the mirror. Two brown eyes stared back at her from a pale face surrounded by violet hair. Whips of violet hung down in the face as the eyes stared. A thin, pale hand came up, brushing back the strands of hair. Gaz was momentarily surprised to find it was actually her hand, not the girl's in the mirror. She turned away and scanned her room, her eyes falling on the window. The sun was barely creeping around the thick black curtain in her room. Gaz frowned, but turned and walked to her bed. She sat down and pulled on her black boots and laced them up.
Maverick said it would be easy. He said that once it was down they'd all be free of the shadows in their lives. Gaz had come to believe that shadows were more than they appeared. Sometimes Gaz thought she saw the shadows stir, like they were real. The shadows in Gaz's life were really deep and dark. The promise of ridding herself from them was like telling a starving man that he could now have all the food he wanted. Gaz stood and picked up the black trench coat, slipping it on over her short black dress. Gaz walked to the closet, opened it, and pulled out a shiny black object. Slipping it in the trench coat pocket, she brushed her hair from her eyes again and walked out the door towards the stairs. Would it be as easy as Maverick said? Was anything ever easy?
II
The sun shined bright as Gaz walked down the street towards the Hi Skool., grumbling about the sun. It shoe down bright, giving Gaz a violet halo of sun rays around her head. It shone off the black with great intensity and off the skull in a white glare. Gaz's mind ran over what she was to do. Exactly as Maverick said. She needed to do exactly as he said earlier at the lair.
***Gaz and her friends had met at the night club, 'The Lair', an all night dance club for the gothic. It wasn't very crowded that night and was easy to find a big table that would fit almost all 13 members. Maverick sat at the head of the table, his black hair hanging in strands, illuminated by the neon lights of the club. Chastity sat to the left of him, Jeff next to her, then Mirk, then Alice, and Gaz sat across from Maverick. On her left going in a clockwise direction back to maverick sat Rain, Seke, Reanne, and Brad. Three of their members couldn't fit, so they sat around the booth in closer tables and listened.
Maverick started out by saying a few things on their growing gaming skills, and then went quickly into the matter. He pulled out a small black bowl filled with folded white papers. With a serious tone, they discussed what they were going to do after they ended it. Maverick then told everyone to choose a slip of paper. On the paper were numbers. When Gaz's turn came up she pulled out a small folded paper and looked at it. memorizing her number, she waited until everyone got one before asking a question. Maverick said it would be easy when the time came. He said not to worry because all of the shadows would be gone forever. Gaz sucked in a deep breathe as she reached for the cold metal handle on the door of the Skool. Gaz hoped Maverick was right. III
Shadows twisted along the silent hall as a few footsteps were heard coming from he right. Chastity, Zeke, and Rain came, also wearing black, and waited. Two minuets later Maverick showed up to begin. Gaz's head was cleared of all else and filled with a sense of duty and determination. She knew what was to be done as she had no doubt she could do it. Soon, they would be free of hat and prejudice. Maverick nodded and gave the signal to move out. Gaz walked to the door #6 and stood facing it waiting. They lined the hall, everyone at a door, waiting with intent on their face.
The minuets ticked by as they waited. Gaz looked up at the # on the door. 6. It was familiar somehow, but she couldn't put her finger on it. 10:23, her watch said, only a minuet left. She took slow, calm breaths as she listened to the voices behind the door. Maverick turned and shouted as the clock changed to 10:24.
At that moment, in sync, they all kicked in the doors to the classrooms. Gaz's foot struck the door, making it fly open with a loud crack. The faces were stunned as they turned towards the intruder. Gaz reached into her coast and pulled out the gun. She pushed the door back and fired over and over again. Kids screamed as the teacher fell, bullet in the throat, gushing blood from her broken jugular. The blood sprayed up as Gaz fired one round after another into the class. The screams were deafening, coming from all around her. They echoed from he hall and in the room. There was a slight buzzing in Gaz's head as the deafening screams and gun blasts drowned out other noises. They fell like flies, blood splattering up against the walls, desks, and kids.
They stood frozen, screaming and crying, dripping with blood. Gaz shot again and again. They stood no chance of escaping from Gaz's orange. Her coordination and skill was too great. She short, grinding her teeth, keeping her goal in mind. She could see only red and the cries were cemented into her brain. She slid her gun across the room and came to rest on one head. Two terrified brown eyes stared back between the barrel of the gun.
I
Gaz looked at her reflection in the mirror. Two brown eyes stared back at her from a pale face surrounded by violet hair. Whips of violet hung down in the face as the eyes stared. A thin, pale hand came up, brushing back the strands of hair. Gaz was momentarily surprised to find it was actually her hand, not the girl's in the mirror. She turned away and scanned her room, her eyes falling on the window. The sun was barely creeping around the thick black curtain in her room. Gaz frowned, but turned and walked to her bed. She sat down and pulled on her black boots and laced them up.
Maverick said it would be easy. He said that once it was down they'd all be free of the shadows in their lives. Gaz had come to believe that shadows were more than they appeared. Sometimes Gaz thought she saw the shadows stir, like they were real. The shadows in Gaz's life were really deep and dark. The promise of ridding herself from them was like telling a starving man that he could now have all the food he wanted. Gaz stood and picked up the black trench coat, slipping it on over her short black dress. Gaz walked to the closet, opened it, and pulled out a shiny black object. Slipping it in the trench coat pocket, she brushed her hair from her eyes again and walked out the door towards the stairs. Would it be as easy as Maverick said? Was anything ever easy?
II
The sun shined bright as Gaz walked down the street towards the Hi Skool., grumbling about the sun. It shoe down bright, giving Gaz a violet halo of sun rays around her head. It shone off the black with great intensity and off the skull in a white glare. Gaz's mind ran over what she was to do. Exactly as Maverick said. She needed to do exactly as he said earlier at the lair.
***Gaz and her friends had met at the night club, 'The Lair', an all night dance club for the gothic. It wasn't very crowded that night and was easy to find a big table that would fit almost all 13 members. Maverick sat at the head of the table, his black hair hanging in strands, illuminated by the neon lights of the club. Chastity sat to the left of him, Jeff next to her, then Mirk, then Alice, and Gaz sat across from Maverick. On her left going in a clockwise direction back to maverick sat Rain, Seke, Reanne, and Brad. Three of their members couldn't fit, so they sat around the booth in closer tables and listened.
Maverick started out by saying a few things on their growing gaming skills, and then went quickly into the matter. He pulled out a small black bowl filled with folded white papers. With a serious tone, they discussed what they were going to do after they ended it. Maverick then told everyone to choose a slip of paper. On the paper were numbers. When Gaz's turn came up she pulled out a small folded paper and looked at it. memorizing her number, she waited until everyone got one before asking a question. Maverick said it would be easy when the time came. He said not to worry because all of the shadows would be gone forever. Gaz sucked in a deep breathe as she reached for the cold metal handle on the door of the Skool. Gaz hoped Maverick was right. III
Shadows twisted along the silent hall as a few footsteps were heard coming from he right. Chastity, Zeke, and Rain came, also wearing black, and waited. Two minuets later Maverick showed up to begin. Gaz's head was cleared of all else and filled with a sense of duty and determination. She knew what was to be done as she had no doubt she could do it. Soon, they would be free of hat and prejudice. Maverick nodded and gave the signal to move out. Gaz walked to the door #6 and stood facing it waiting. They lined the hall, everyone at a door, waiting with intent on their face.
The minuets ticked by as they waited. Gaz looked up at the # on the door. 6. It was familiar somehow, but she couldn't put her finger on it. 10:23, her watch said, only a minuet left. She took slow, calm breaths as she listened to the voices behind the door. Maverick turned and shouted as the clock changed to 10:24.
At that moment, in sync, they all kicked in the doors to the classrooms. Gaz's foot struck the door, making it fly open with a loud crack. The faces were stunned as they turned towards the intruder. Gaz reached into her coast and pulled out the gun. She pushed the door back and fired over and over again. Kids screamed as the teacher fell, bullet in the throat, gushing blood from her broken jugular. The blood sprayed up as Gaz fired one round after another into the class. The screams were deafening, coming from all around her. They echoed from he hall and in the room. There was a slight buzzing in Gaz's head as the deafening screams and gun blasts drowned out other noises. They fell like flies, blood splattering up against the walls, desks, and kids.
They stood frozen, screaming and crying, dripping with blood. Gaz shot again and again. They stood no chance of escaping from Gaz's orange. Her coordination and skill was too great. She short, grinding her teeth, keeping her goal in mind. She could see only red and the cries were cemented into her brain. She slid her gun across the room and came to rest on one head. Two terrified brown eyes stared back between the barrel of the gun.