Hiya :) This is my first Fanfic! I'm from the UK so secondary school for us is the same as a High school or Middle school in America. The boys are all 16 in this story. Hope you enjoy, any reviews are welcome I can take any criticism. It will either return to a Normal after this or I will change to different characters P.O.V (If you have an opinion on what would suit the story better I am all ears.)

-PROLOUGE-

Kyle's P.O.V

I can't stop my hands from shaking.

They are erratic.

I try once more to reach the door handle but just like every other attempt, my grasp falls heavily onto the metal, before falling back to my side. It was providing to be a lot more difficult than I had first thought. I try again. But still my hand refuses to grip. Instead it trembles. I look up at the still unopened door and press my ear against the wood. It's silent. Defiantly suspicious for a hallway in a secondary school. A foul smell suddenly reaches my nose, like my body is trying to remind me that I am sat in a boys restrooms by reawakening my sense of smell. Or maybe it's trying to coax me forward, out through the door. Maybe I should...

No.

Even I know that's a stupid idea. It was suicidal. I should sit here, just like I had been doing for the last ten minutes and wait. I scramble back from the door, landing heavily on my behind before scooting backwards into the side of the cubicle. My chest heaves as I bring a hand towards my mouth, desperately trying to stifle any noise that might escape my lips. I watch as shadows pass under the door accompanied by the sound of rushed footfalls. After a moment they disappear. Its once again silent. I place my hand over my chest in relief. My cheeks hot as I hurriedly gulp in much needed air, heart still pounding under the palm of my hand.

"Its ok" I whisper to myself, voice echoing across the reverb of the tiled walls.

"I'm ok" I confirm but I hardly believe the words myself. As though some useable force has been listening, the light underneath the door become obstructed. I can't restrain the whine that forces itself from my lips, too fast to avoid the cover from both of my hands. I don't wait to listen to the low muffled voices beyond the door, instead I crawl into one of the cubicles. As soon as I turn the lock, I hear the door to the restroom collide with the wall with a BANG. I squeeze my body beside the toilet and the wall. For a moment, just a moment I forget my fear to observe the distracting wall art beside my head. I could only guess it was Craig who would bother with such a thing. As blue pen gave way to an abstract drawing of a swearing hand.

"Hello there" The voice is loud, deep and uncaring as it draws me quickly away from my thoughts.

I don't answer back.

"You know, it's rude to ignore an adult, didn't your parents teach you any manners?" I force myself to stifle a backhanded remark. My whole body jumps as a knocking sound rips through the room. "Knock knock" The man sings, his tone patronising. "If you don't open up on the count of 3 I will huff…and puff until I blow your house down."

I clench my fists. I would be mad to even debate the idea of opening the door. I have seen what these criminals were capable of. They are insane; psychotic.

"Oh, hello there" I scream in shock as he stares at me from under the door, black teeth shine through a mouth wide in an unsettling smirk. His eyes alight with something akin to mirth. His black hair falls heavily onto the restroom floor as he shifts to lay on his stomach, his pale cheek pressing up against the hard floor. I try to scoot further backwards forgetting in my moment of panic that my back was already resting against the furthest wall.

I have no where left to hide.

I feel my green Ushanka slip from my head and fall to the floor unleashing my auburn curls to the florescent light of the cubicle. I don't bother to pick it up.

His brown eyes peer up at me questionably "What are you doing in here Red?" I would roll my eyes at his ironic choice of a nickname if I wasn't already frozen with fear. "Not a talker hmm. Well it doesn't surprise me with all of this commotion going on around the school" I still have no words, I just sit and wait for his next move. My own green eyes watching his brown ones for any sudden shift in intent. I hear another pair a footsteps walk into the room as boots rest next to the man's head. He however does not relinquish eye contact with me.

"The boss wants us back in the auditorium to figure out which kids have the most value concerning ransom" the new voice says, I notice it is a lot higher in pitch than the first guys. Almost scratchy. No…annoying would be the better word. The man on the floor takes this second to look up before resting his gaze back towards me "I'm working here number 6, why don't you scram"

The guy I now know as number six, sighs "Well from where I'm standing number 2, your laying on the floor in a boy's restroom. How you consider that work is beyond me."

Number 2 stretches his mouth into a feral grin. He attempts to reach out a hand stained with blood and dirt towards me as I sink further in on myself. It lightly grazes the end of my shoe. I pull my foot back before he can even blink but still he smiles. "Why don't you stop complaining and come down here and look for yourself Six, it looks like we missed one. Ha-ha"

I watch as the pair of boots disappear only to be replaced by another face. This man was the complete opposite of number 2. He looked dare I think it…normal. Just an average young man with side swept blonde hair and dark blue eyes. The only thing I did notice was that his nose appeared to be slightly broken.

The man known as Number Six stared at me in confusion before frowning. "How did you get in here you little bastard?" and just like that my image of him dissipated. His looks may have fooled me once but now I realised he was still an enemy. I decide this time to answer.

"Go away!" I shout. Before regretting it instantly. Oh god, why couldn't I think of something better than that.

Six draws another sigh before disappearing from under the door along with the other man. I watch the cubicles door rattle in front of me as one of them try's the lock.

"There's no use Six" Two mutters "He's locked the door the little shithead"

I smile to myself in victory but it doesn't last long. It's not the loud obnoxious laughter that follows next that chills me to the bone but instead What I hear afterwards...

"Good thing I have my shotgun then; isn't it Two."