Roxas' POV
No, no, no, NO!
Class; gotta get to class.
And I tried. Honeslty. I freakin' dashed to my classroom door. Locked. Windows covered.
Dammit!
Pounded on the door.
Idiot, why would they open the door during a lock down? I thought, scowling at my stupidity.
Ahh! I felt like screaming! But in the place I was in, that was the last thing I planned on doing. What with the mental man roaming the halls, just looking for someone to shoot/blow up/all of the above.
All doors closed, locked... Where.. where would that crazy bastard not look?
Library. No, study hall's in there...
Front door. No, locked...
Office. Probably locked too...
Bathrooms. Second least safe place here...
Janitor closet. No, no lock.
Dorm. Lock, no bid windows facing the hall, phone, supplies. It'll do. Far, but if I'm lucky, I'll make it.
Okay. Back track now.
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Demyx's POV
Our whole class... Well, besides Roxas, was huddled in the corner of the room. I'm not the only one shaking, honest!
"Demyx... Chill! You're shaking the fucking room!" whispered Axel, his eyes glued on the door, as if he expected something to come crashing through. Someone. Oh god, I hope it isn't Roxy! Couldn't be! He's too sweet - not in the mornings, though. 'Specially if Axel woke him up this morning. Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, g-
Wait. Ouch!
Axel, who seemed completely unfazed - well, mostly - had punched me in the arm. I knew he was badass and all, and that he would have happily punched me in the arm any day, but acting like this... In a situation like this, nonetheless!
Badass Axel had to break down some point, but being locked in a room, while rorrying our butts off for our friends obviously wasn't enough for this spiky redhaired bastard. I stared at him; his black teardrop tattoos under his eyes; his gravity defying blood red hair; his piercing emerald eyes; his black ensemble; and slapped him.
"You're an idiot, y'know."
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Axel's POV
Son. Of. A. Bitch. That blonde wuss could slap hard. But he still used a grade 4 words to insult; idiot. All because I punched him slightly when he was freaking out.
What the hell?
And like I could ask him; the brat turned his back o me.
Back to my silent angst. Manly, eh? But seriously, this was fucking stressful. Not just the fact that we were locked in the last place I'd like to be locked up, with no teacher and freaking out students, but Roxas. There were two things that wouldn't leave my mind.
One was that my Roxy could be the killer in the school. Everyone knew the blonde had issues; he used to be emo for god's sake. But that was over, he was just our short little freak now.
Second was that he could be out there with a killer - alone. Which put me to ease no less than my first thought.
I want to know that Roxas is all right. It'd be my fault if he died. Because of my stupid jokes. Because I was a jerk and had to wake him up late; had to leave with Demyx and leave Roxas by himself.
"He's in university, Axel, like you and me."
The sudden voice scared me, as well as the fact a hand was lying on my shoulder. Had I been thinking aloud? Didn't notice.
"J-just chill. He's smart enough to st-stay alive." He didn't sound one bit confident in his words - he was still skaing - but it... sorta comforted me. Not to the extreme, but enough to shove him away when he attempted to hug me.
Giggling. He was giggling. Good sign, despite the fact we would be killed any moment. It made me grin, at his stupidity, not the fact that he was laughing at me. But that was short lasting, since I had to flip off the guy next to me, who us sick fags. "Proud fags, dammit."
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3rd Person
Half an hour. It had only been half an hour since someone had realized there was a killer afoot.
Half an hour, and no teacher has been seen. Not even the Dean, or someone on the PA.
Half an hour, and Demyx had continuously cheered up Axel, no matter how bitchy people decided to act. He didn't blame them; who wouldn't be a bit edgy when they could be killed.
Half an hour, and Roxas couldn't find his key.
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He knew that searching for is key would make no difference, but he couldn't help it. He really had no other choice. He felt halpless. He knew he was going to be killed. He didn't want to die, no matter how obvious and corny that was.
Slumping against the door, Roxas put his head in his hands. Okay. Key was not where he usually hid it. Killer on the loose.
"I am royally fucked."
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A/N::
Heyyy again everyone. c: Glad you're still reading this.
Like I said, this is probably gonna be updated weekly. Mostly because I have many projects and shit going on irl right now, and vacations being planned, cosplays being found. But it's a long weekend so I thought, why not update Friday.
Here you go!
R&R!
