I'm so sorry I suck so bad. :( You're not going to want to hear all the shit that's happened in my life so, moving on~
Special thanks to my beta SeaSaltChocolate. I'm amazed she hasn't gone completely insane from my endless supply of dangling modifiers and mismatched tenses. She's a rockstar for making this readable.
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Now that that's out of the way, here we go – the last chapter.
CHAPTER TEN
Now I had done it.
They had killed Dylan, and they heard me, and they finally found us.
A forceful tug on my arm had me stumbling blindly and barefoot down the way we came from, my scream getting snatched by the wind until I felt there was no voice left in me to shout. I could hardly see through the blood on my eyelashes, and I gagged on the taste of metal in my mouth. My vision blurred and swayed, and it was difficult to orient myself with my harsh breathing making everything tip off balance even more.
I knew this hallway.
It was the same hallway where I'd tackled JJ into a hug after her two week-absence due to measles, the both of us laughing and falling to the polished marble floor. The same hallway where I'd been chased by Jared, one of my closest friends, because I'd stolen his phone and threatened to read his mushy text messages to his girlfriend out loud. The same hallway where I'd ran hand in hand with Fang, after I'd snuck him out of detention so we could go out and get milkshakes.
Now nothing was ever going to be the same again.
I thought I'd learned my lesson. I thought I was prepared. We'd all planned our escape down to a T, and we all agreed that getting off campus was our best choice. We all experienced a bit of this threat in our own ways – enough to sense the urgency and danger of our actions while keeping a level head.
We were careful. We were strong. We were brave.
We were naïve.
Who the fuck were we kidding, thinking we'd make it out of school unharmed? Courage was useless; we were damaged the moment we knew what was happening around school. Even if we did get out of St. Xavier in one piece, the emotional scars weren't going to go away. We'd seen too much to be able to live so normally after all of this.
"Max, hurry!" Nudge pressed, her voice shaking with near palpable panic. Adrenaline shot through me like a drug; making me hypersensitive to everything around me, yet blurring the edges of my focus at the same time. My heart was in my throat, my hair whipping wildly. Despite being a natural runner, I was still lagging behind everyone else as my mind attempted to compartmentalize the situation but understand everything as a whole.
My momentum was cut short as my feet collided against something solid and my legs gave out from under me. I fell forward only to forcefully ram my knees into the floor. Vehemently trying to rid any thoughts of Dylan made me completely miss the two sprawled lumps in the middle of the hallway, and in my disoriented state I found myself staring at the wide, unseeing eyes of a junior I recognized from the school newspaper. The two bodies before me were drenched in their own blood. I screamed my throat raw.
"C'mon!" An outstretched hand was shoved right in front of my face, and the person who helped me up practically dislocated my arm as he harshly yanked me to my feet. Swiping the back of my wrist over my eyes, all I could make out was spiked blonde hair, sky blue eyes and a callous grip. Gazzy.
I felt myself slipping and sliding the first few steps, and I could imagine my feet leaving bloody footprints in their wake. Looking up I could see five other people ahead of me, never ceasing in their steps, with a tall dark-headed man leading the way and shouting orders at the very front. Fang.
"Head for the auditorium!" was the only thing I could make out with the blood rushing in my ears. The auditorium. That was our goal.
My body felt like it was on autopilot as I sprinted and weaved down a few more halls; belatedly realizing that we had ran out of the building and into the late afternoon air. The smooth marble stone beneath my soles changed to rough gravel slipping my between my toes and I was hobbling on the painfully bumpy and uneven rock path that led to the promenade.
The darkened hallways surrounding me changed to warm orange as the setting sun shone all around on the expansive landscape and the exterior brick buildings of St. Xavier. I could feel my back and my neck cooling and the wind rushing through my legs and arms as we ran where safety was promised. The atmosphere was too scenic for this nightmare; I almost couldn't believe we were running for our lives. If only we could pretend this was a movie.
Then I heard them before I felt them.
A flurry of gunshots rang throughout the open air, not quite as loud as it had been in the hallways but still just as threatening in my ears. A few of us began shrieking and grunting, dodging bullets as we zigzagged. It was difficult to stick together; the better lighting outside was now a disadvantage knowing that the shooters could better aim for us, hit any body part, if we ran too close to one another.
Even though we were on the right track with our plans, so close to the auditorium and to freedom, I could feel the hope diminishing inside of me. I continued to run, running with all that I had till I could no longer feel my legs but I dreaded how this story was going to end.
Because this story was only going to end when we got caught. I knew that now.
That's what this whole episode was leading up to. What were we going to do when we reached the back wall and the shooters were still on our heels? Would we be able to get everyone over the wall on time? Would everyone still be alive by the time we reached the wall?
Sure, if the shooters weren't after us, maybe we had a fighting chance. Maybe we could all get out of campus alive, but how were we going to get help? If the police were already surrounding the perimeter of the school, which was highly likely, what could we do to help if not even the authorities could get in and save everybody?
We were just teenagers.
The seven of us were all just a bunch of teenagers pretending we could save the school, and I was acting under the guise of some headstrong leader. But this wasn't a silly game; we were gambling with our lives.
By then we'd finally reached the promenade, our group clambering up the three steps to the tiled platform that branches off into four different sections around campus. One led to the school's chapel, right next to the Admissions building, while a winding stone path led to the football field and the oval track next to the gymnasium. To the right of the promenade was the courtyard that we were supposed to cut through, which led to the practice rooms and studios; and then there were the glass double doors right in front of us – the cafeteria.
Slipping between tables and benches spread all around the exterior, Iggy slammed his good shoulder into the doors and we all burst into the room. At this proximity, I could practically feel the glass shards explode right behind my head and slide down my back as the shooters took aim for us again, one particular shot nearly clipping Gazzy.
The cafeteria was one big rectangular room, with two entrances – one in the front where we passed through and one in the back. Along the left side ran the steel lunch counter that spanned the entire wall, the kitchen right behind it. On the right side of the room were the food stalls that rented out cafeteria space, a few concessions that sold junk food and some healthier options that seemed to raise their prices every school year. In the middle of the room were lunch tables arranged in a neat pattern, the tabletops spotless and the floors mopped to a shine since the school day was almost over.
Immediately, I took off left towards the lunch counter, making sure not to bump into any tables before I slipped through the narrow side and dove behind the counter. My skin slick with sweat and my heart attempting to escape my ribcage; I was choking on each breath as I tried my best to muffle my heavy breathing. I was acutely aware that we were only three behind the counter – Gazzy to my left and Iggy to my right, as we all pressed our backs against the bottom cabinets. Hysteria was threatening to burst from my very being, making my hands shake, but I reined it in as best as I could and turned to Gazzy.
"Where are the others?" my voice a faint murmur as I cupped my sticky palms around my lips to whisper.
"I don't know. I only saw me, you, Iggy and Ange enter the cafeteria." I didn't know it was possible to sweat even more than I already was, but getting separated from the others wasn't something that ever even crossed my mind. We didn't have a contingency plan for that.
"Where's Angel?"
"I don't know," he cried, tears leaking from his wide eyes, and I had to clamp a hand over his mouth.
I should've been paying more attention to everyone else. I should've seen where they'd gone. I believed that Fang would take care of Ari and Nudge with his life, that they were in good hands, but I would still never forgive myself if anyone got hurt. This whole thing was all on me; I'd thought of this stupid plan in the first place.
Twisting to my right, I opened my mouth to ask Iggy if he'd seen where the others went, only to cut short when I saw him pressing a hand to the bullet wound in his shoulder, his eyes squeezed tight in pain.
"Iggy," I whispered soothingly, speaking much slower than I was earlier, "Did you see where the others went? Fang and the others?"
As he turned to look at me, I could see the harsh pale blue of his eyes, even in the darkness of the room. He exuded the attitude of an entirely different person, all traces of humor wiped away and replaced with a sort of desperate intensity. I couldn't believe the Iggy I knew from Calc class, and the Iggy from a while ago, and the Iggy I was looking at now were the same person. The differences in each of them was hauntingly heartbreaking.
"Max, I can't see," his voice broke, his eyes shining with the tears he was holding back, "I-I can't see. I lost my glasses when we were on our way to the promenade a-and I don't – I didn't see where the others went. I don't know what's happening."
I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it when I first looked at him – how he was missing the huge black-rimmed glasses he was known for. Iggy was looking into my eyes, looking for some solution or answer that I didn't have, but without his glasses he was fundamentally blind. I knew how bad his grade was; he'd jokingly let me try on his glasses when we were bored in class one day and my head swam from the sheer impact of the severely magnified view. He could probably only see blurred outlines and distinct colors without them.
He must've felt completely lost and helpless right now.
"Then we'll be your eyes, okay? We'll get you out of here and then we'll–" My next words got caught in my throat as the sound of broken glass and bent metal pierced the still air in the room. Gazzy was quivering next to me as he reached out to grip my arm in his hand; and Iggy's eyes widened even more, imagining the worst.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are…" one of the shooters taunted, and I tried my best to ignore the way my blood ran cold. I felt a tear slip down my cheek from the corner of my eye and I hastily wiped it away.
Soundlessly, I squeezed Iggy's hand once to let him know I was still here, then gently pried off Gazzy's with a wobbly reassuring smile. With calculated motions and controlled, even breaths – the complete opposite of how fast my heart was beating – I leaned over Gazzy's body with my stomach on his lap and placed my hands on the ground, leaning most of my weight on them as I tried my best to peek over the side of the lunch counter as discreetly as possible.
My arms were shaking, and I felt like I might whimper or cry at any moment, but I just had to steel myself in spite of everything. If I was going to be the leader of this plan, I might as well act like it and take charge of the situation.
Ducking down low in a push up with my cheek a hair's breadth from touching the ground, I squinted my eyes for any sort of indication as to where Angel was hiding.
This was the first time I actually saw them in the flesh.
Standing near the broken doorway that spilling afternoon sun into a wide square in the cafeteria, stood the shooters. There were only two of them, both wearing creepy face masks and sporting dark attire from head to toe. I'd estimate they were in their late 20s or early 30s, the pudgy one wearing an elongated ghoulish mask and the other lanky shorter one wearing squeaky combat boots and an evil clown mask. Machine guns were slung across their shoulders with handguns tucked into holsters – exactly how Gazzy had described.
They continued to taunt us as they travelled further into the room and away from my sight; talking about how they were going to kill us slowly, unlike the others, and how they were going to put a bullet through each of our pretty little heads. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming, on the verge losing it, but I centered my mind on finding Angel. Maybe then I could create some sort of distraction so we could all run out the back entrance. That tiny bit of self-assurance was an illusion I clung to.
"We just want to play with you!"
"If you come out now, we'll kill you quickly. We promise!"
My eyes scanned each space and corner that the angle from where I was peeking from would let me, trying to see past the legs of chairs in the dark. It was almost impossible to see anything, given that the stalls on the other side of the room had no source of light to make them visible, but I had to hope she was close enough to see. I had to keep trying.
Becoming more and more panicked with each passing second, my eyes widened in dread as the shooters suddenly ceased their taunting, the expansive room growing silent. For about two seconds, I imagined them hearing my choppy breaths echoing on the tiled floor, but then I heard it: quiet sobbing from all the way across the room. Angel.
And from the way they paused in their stride and turned towards each other, I knew.
They'd heard it too.
More deliberately, they headed into the darkness of the other side of the room, and I pulled back to lean against the cabinets again, squeezing my eyes shut and holding onto both Gazzy and Iggy as I tried to think of something, anything.
My mind could only recognize my fear.
- - - - -O- - - - -
Fang had only realized they were reduced to three when he'd turned around to check on everyone else.
Taking a sharp right into the courtyard, and then another right into a long wide-windowed hallway that led to the computer rooms; he'd ducked low enough for cover and whipped around to face everyone, only to look into the green and brown eyes of Ari and Nudge.
"Where's everyone else?" he immediately asked either one of them, voice hushed and calm despite the buzz of dread flowing through his veins.
"I don't know. We were just following you."
"I think the others went to the cafeteria. That was the original plan, wasn't it?" Ari said, trying to keep his cool. He seemed to struggle in his crouch next to Nudge, sitting awkwardly on his muscular haunches with his dress shirt plastered onto his taunt back.
It was the initial plan, but Fang had to adapt to some changes. He figured that they would all follow him head for the courtyard, knowing that the cafeteria was directly right on front of the promenade's entrance. If they'd headed straight into the cafeteria, the shooters definitely would've seem them do so, and there were not a lot of places to hide, even in a huge room like that. At the head of their retreat, he would've thought they'd follow his lead. Fang was banking it on.
Before Fang could reply, multiple shots rang through the air; Nudge shrieking into the sleeve of her arm, trying to muffle the noise. At once, all their heads turned in the direction of the gunshots, coming from their left.
From inside the cafeteria.
"Shit," Fang cursed under his breath, his mind instantly formulating a plan. He tried not to think about anything else; about whether or not the others were able to find a hiding place in time, about whether or not they were all still alive. About Angel, Gazzy, Iggy.
About Max.
"Okay, Nudge, Ari, I want you both to pass the back wall behind this building until you come up to the wall behind the auditorium. Help each other over and circle around the front to look for back-up. I'm pretty sure a few parents have noticed that their kids haven't come home in two hours so there'll be people out front. Be careful when passing along the gates; some of the shooters might see you."
"What about you?" Nudge whispered, her voice an octave higher than normal.
"I'll try to help out Max and the others," he said, grinding his fisted palms into the stone floor to stop them from shaking. He couldn't worry about that now. He couldn't shut down in fear right when she needed him most.
It was clear Ari didn't like the plan one bit, from the way his eyes drew together in passive aggression. "How?"
"There's a narrow space between this building and the next, and if you wind around back it's only a few steps away from the back entrance. Some guys smoke around the back near the trees all the time and the teachers never catch them. They won't see me coming."
"Well if you're going, I wanna come with you," Ari insisted, his jaw clenched.
"No," Fang argued sternly, "I need you to bring help right away if I'm going to get everyone out somehow."
"She's my sister –!"
"Yeah, and your girlfriend's there too, I know," Fang said with a slight hint of malice. Both he and Ari were locked in a severe glare that Nudge wanted no part of. "Look, I don't wanna argue about this. I need to get everyone in and out of there as fast as I can, and it's going to be hard to get everyone to safety if you guys don't bring help. You got that?"
Ari naturally listened to Fang more than he listened to Max. It had always been that way, because Fang was always around the house or hanging with Max ever since he was a baby. He was essentially Ari's older brother, in every sense of the word other than blood; and even though his older sister had broken up with him, he didn't think anything less of Fang. He still respected and looked up to him.
But he wasn't going to listen to him this time.
"That's a negative, cap'n," Ari spat back sarcastically, giving a swift two-fingered salute. "Wish me luck!"
"No Ari, wait!"
Before either Nudge or Fang could grab a hold of his arm or his shirt, he got up and darted around back to the passageway where Fang had described. Not a second later, Fang was a blur chasing after the younger boy, giving Nudge the go signal to continue on with the plan before looping around the corner of the building.
Fang would never be able to face Max if he let Ari into the line of fire.
As he was turning to get to the back entrance, nearly falling onto his knees from a sharp left turn, Ari was already pulling the back entrance doors open with bang, running into the room, shouting.
"Hey dickheads! Come and get me!"
- - - - -O- - - - -
My nails were digging into Gazzy and Iggy's hands from how hard I was clenching them, all my grief trapped in my throat. I was almost sure this was it. We were going to get caught and killed, and the only thing I could think of was how thankful I was that at least Fang, Ari and Nudge could live. At least there was that.
Then, like an answered prayer, the back doors slammed open and cracked against the walls, pouring in sunlight that shone like metaphoric freedom and I couldn't help but let out a manic laugh of relief.
They were here! The police were here! Getting up on trembling legs, I turned towards the source of light with a smile on my face, only to shriek in horror.
He was the last person I wished to see, but he was exactly the distraction we needed.
"Ari, no!"
I froze in place, unable to function or think or breathe because that was my little brother running into the room, provoking the shooters as he circled behind the food stalls, ducking and dodging and jeering at them as a means of a distraction.
There wasn't enough air in this room to breathe.
"C'mon!" Gazzy grabbed both my and Iggy's wrists as he led us to the back entrance doors, clumsy and hasty and just desperate to get the hell out of here. He was a man on a mission, while I was just this mindless, uncoordinated bag of bones following his pull; constantly looking back to see Ari laughing like this was all just a joke to him, to see him pass Angel with a gentle shove to the door, to see them travel in opposite directions as he continued on laughing and mocking at how pathetic the shooters were. I didn't know what to do; my mind wasn't processing anything other than the paralyzing panic spreading through me.
The other shooter in the green warped mask was aiming for us. I could feel the bullets whizzing past my hair, grazing the skin of my cheek and my arm, but that didn't concern me. We had just enough luck on our side for the bullets to miss anything vital, the interspersed pillars we were racing along taking most of the hits.
In the next second, Gazzy groaned and stumbled next to me, his fingers loosening his grip; but by then we were already at the back entrance, with Fang urging us to hurry by the doorway. Simultaneously, the three of us converged with Angel at the doors, who immediately jumped into her brother's arms with uncontrollable sobs. Without pausing for any more consolations, everyone began running through the grassy pathway to get to the back wall. Everyone but me.
"C'mon, Max, we have to go!" Fang urged with narrowed dark eyes, his composure cracking. His body was turned towards the others, who were already paces ahead along a line of rosebushes in the distance; but he was facing me, holding out a hand for me to take. I ignored it and turned back to the doors.
"I'm not leaving without Ari."
"He's going to double back from the front entrance; he'll meet us there!" But already I was jogging back to the open entrance with Fang on my heels, adamant in seeing through my brother's safety. Fang was about five steps behind me as I got to the doorway, shouting into the room.
"Ari, hurry!" I was standing in plain sight, peering into the darkness for the familiar form sprinting around like a madman.
And I saw him running, exuding confidence even in the dark, a huge blur three paces away from the entrance on the other side of the room.
"Statistically speaking, you guys should've already hit me by now!" he hollered, smug satisfaction in his voice, "Talk about beating the odds –!"
The shooters were cursing, blinding pulling the trigger of their handguns in anger.
One lucky shot.
And in the flash of the gun and the sunlight pouring into the room, I watched my brother – my little brother who I shared almost everything with; the little brother I would tackle in a hug, and play video games, and wrestle around with; the brother I raised – fall in explosion of blood right as he reached the open entrance.
I shattered in an instant.
The effect was like lightning, blinding my eyes until everything was a horrible distortion of nightmare and reality. The flare of numbness blazed through my every nerve like liquid fire down to my fingertips, consuming my body in an immeasurable inferno of anguish. I felt it devour me in a second, filling me up to the brim; and I combusted, and I broke, and I was screaming in a high-pitched shatter of a thousand pieces falling apart –
Up until another gunshot rang through the air, and I fell on my scraped knees with a gut-twisting gasp.
Then I could feel again. I could feel my pulsating kneecaps crash against the pavement, feel the salty tears burn trails down my cheeks, feel my hair blowing, my jaw aching, the wind on my back.
The hot blood pouring out of the hole in the side of my stomach.
Then I was truly falling apart, falling sideways onto the ground to be swallowed up by unconsciousness when I was suddenly scooped up into a pair of wiry arms and I felt myself floating instead.
I must've been dreaming.
Cause in my dreams, Fang was holding me tight in his arms, my legs swaying and my head lolling against his shoulder as he ran. Or at least I thought he was running, since he kept moving so much. I almost didn't recognize it was him; he was panting, and sweating, and I think he must've been crying, but his chest and his arms and his scent was as familiar to me as my own. It was Fang, and it felt like home.
It was a peaceful and calming dream, until it turned into a nightmare come to life.
Because my limp arm jostled against my side and hot fire instantly spread in an unforgiving explosion from a point near my left hip. It shot through me, all over me, and I tensed in Fang's arms and grabbed a fist full of his necktie to anchor myself to something real. It was then that I knew everything that had happened was very much real.
"Fang…" I cried, trying to look up at him through my hazy vision. "What about Ari?"
I couldn't tell where we were going. All I could see was Fang and the sunset above us; all I could smell was grass and roses and damp earth. Looking down at me in slight surprise that I was conscious, Fang's wide eyes tried to reassure me. But I knew better.
"We're going to be okay, Max," his voice was hard, strained with exhaustion and worry. He held me tighter. "Just stay with me; I promise, we're going to be–"
A grunt, a stumble, and I found myself twisting out of Fang's arms and tumbling onto the ground, landing on my shoulder and my hurt knee in the prickly wet grass. I heard myself screaming again, but it sounded so far away. Pain had never existed so much as it did just then.
In the midst of everything, I still felt a sense of insistence that let me know we didn't have much time. My mind was telling me to get up.
Lifting my chin, I put enough pieces together to know that we were beside a row of rosebushes, a few yards away – so close – from the back wall, from freedom; and everything hurt, my side, my knee, my head, and my heart; and the gunshots were relentless now, ceaselessly firing from above us; and I could no longer hold back my tears because this felt like it – the end of the story.
I had seconds.
Turning my head to the left, I saw Fang sprawled on the grass about six feet away from me, lying on his chest and clenching his jaw to keep from screaming. A pool of blood grew larger and larger beneath him, spreading in between blades of grass and seeping into the soil. The back of his thigh had been shot.
Just a few seconds.
Covering the wound in my side with my fingers, I tried my best to pull myself over to him. I didn't know where I found enough strength to heave my body on my elbows and knees, my free hand and toes digging into the mud for traction. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, maybe because it was Fang.
People are lying when they tell you that they can't feel anything under immense distress and heartache. I could feel everything that hurt in that moment, even the bugs biting into my bare legs and the sharp sting of scattered thorns and prickly grass.
After what felt like a lifetime of dragging myself, I finally reached him, my free hand gripping his shoulder. We were parallel, practically a straight diagonal line with our heads next to one another. My side was like a faucet, draining my blood at an alarming rate. My chest area was sore, and I'm pretty sure my abraded knees were going to get infected.
I was comforted by the sight of Fang's dark eyes as he looked up at me.
"What're you–"
"Put your head down," I weakly commanded, lifting my hand to his head.
We could almost be like the books and movies.
Here we were, half-dead and lying together in the sunset surrounded by the scent of roses. I couldn't ignore the blood and the gunshots, the pain and the tears, but that's what dictated what this story's genre was: a tragedy.
And Fang – he came back for me. He followed me, and carried me, and saved me. It didn't matter that we didn't make it in the end; it didn't make him any less of a hero. He didn't need to do all of this to show me what I already knew.
It could have even been poetic if I wasn't so afraid.
Fang looked up at me through his eyelashes and I stared right back. Our chins in the grass, our foreheads pressed together. It was chaos – the noise of gunfire and shouts, police sirens and the stomp of footsteps, but I only heard Fang's voice. I didn't listen to anything else.
"Just hold on, Max. Help is on the way."
I nodded, even if I didn't completely believe him. My hand on his head ran through his soft hair, coming down to rest on his cheek. I could hardly see him through my tears, but I was so happy he was here with me. I could feel him. I felt the need to feel him more than the need to ignore the pain.
Surprisingly, nothing touched us. For those few seconds it was just me and Fang, in that moment; and with him I didn't have to act so tough. His free hand, the one that wasn't holding onto his leg, came up over my hand on my cheek. It was warm and slick with his blood.
"It hurts," I admitted through gritted teeth. The bullet wound in my side was killing me.
Fang had been about to say something, opening his mouth; but a stray bullet amidst all the barrage of gunshots that seemingly came from all directions hit me, lodging deep into my shoulder and my cries overpowered Fang's words. I could see the wound at the base of my arm, so close to Fang's head, and it was too much.
It was all too much all at once that black spots started creeping along my vision and I could no longer fight it. I welcomed the darkness, Fang's hand gripping mine and his voice the last thought echoing inside my head.
We're going to be okay, Max. Just stay with me; I promise.
For all of you flipping your computers and whispering curses under your breath at me, there's still an epilogue. I'm nearly finished with it, but it's going to take a while and in the mean time (shameless plug) you guys can check out a oneshot I posted during that long MIA period titled Wishing Well. It'll cheer you up; I promise.
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