The police arrived shortly after your last kill. They evacuate the whole school and you hide round a corner and wait to pounce. You listen out for heart beats and within a few minutes you hear one.
A young rookie passes first, you grab him and tear his throat out. His partner begins to fire on you but skillfully you dodge each shot. When you get to him you easily snap his neck.
You walk around the school taking the police out one by one until only two remained. You stand at the opposite end of the corridor to them, staring them down. You ask them if they really want to die today, and if they don't then they are free to leave, but they stand their ground. They fire at you, always hitting their mark. You don't expect it to hurt, but it does. It burns and stings like there is no tomorrow. You pull one of the bullets and look at it, wooden.
While you are distracted the younger of the two pulls out a crossbow, they remove their mask and you see their face, the face of the person you used to love most in the world, they mouth I'm sorry at you before pulling the trigger. You are hit straight through the heart, a wooden crossbow stake is your true end.
You stumble back and fall to the floor, all your emotions flooding back in as you die. The guilt, the sorrow, the hate, but also the love and friendship. A tear creeps out of your eye and your last thought is…….