Burning
Desire Part 2:
I
don't own any of the characters, but you already know that. Just read! J
Click.
Val
distinctly heard a click and tightened all the muscles in her neck that lay
beneath the death grip of one of her classmates. In the movies, guns went off
after clicks.
But the
metal pistol held shakily at her cheek remained still—still and hot.
The sea of faces in the classroom
had gone completely blank, and she could see Tyler clenching and unclenching
his fists from his seat. The disturbed student spoke. "All right, you," he
pointed to a girl with the wave of the gun, "go and tell the principal to hold
all the classes. No one moves from where they are—no one calls the police."
Val's mind relaxed a tiny bit,
although her muscles didn't seem to get the message—her potential killer
obviously wasn't that smart. But that didn't keep her the slightest bit relaxed
for very much longer. She could feel the sweat beginning to form on her
forehead and breathed much deeper than she normally did. For some reason, she
couldn't get the feeling inside of her that this might be the last time she saw
her friends and the last time they saw her.
"Tell him no police or I'll kill you
all in here," He pulled Val closer to him and she swallowed hard.
The girl scrambled to her feet and
ran out the door like a rabbit racing away from a fox. The door slammed and echoed
as she left the room and hurried down the hallway. Val shifted her eyes to
where Tyler sat nervously. She gave him a pleading look although she knew that
he could not help her.
But to her surprise, he took a deep
breath and stood up. She opened her mouth to shout at him to sit down, but the
killer tensed and his grip became so restricting she could barely breathe. He
whirled his arm around and pointed the gun at Tyler. "Sit down! I'll kill you!
I'll kill…" but he broke down into tears before he could finish the rest of the
sentence.
Tyler sat anyway, as though he knew
something she didn't. Val felt a mix of tears and sweat crawl down her cheeks
as she watched him. She would never know what the note with the heart on the
folded flaps said. She would never get to tell Tyler how much she loved him and
how she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life…but there would be no 'rest
of her life'. Her life was going to end in History 3rd Period.
"Kill. All of you…" His voice was
choked with sobs but he kept his grip around Val. He stunk of sweat and had bad
breath, but it all didn't seem to matter very much then.
"Now," The teacher started now, her
voice as cracked as the student's had been. Considering how much she got paid
for what she did, she was being incredibly brave while putting herself on the
line. "Please calm down. You don't really want to…kill anyone do you?" It was
almost in a pleading tone, but shaky at the same time.
He pointed the gun at her this time,
but all Val could concentrate on was the intense, thoughtful look that covered
Tyler's face. She breathed in hard, gasping for breath. "Of…" But he couldn't
finish, he'd been caught off guard. The salt from his tears must have blinded
him…or the moment must have caught him not paying attention, for Tyler stood up
quickly.
He jumped forward hastily and
slammed himself into the other football player, who still grasped Val as though
she were a lifeline to something, bouncing the three of them to the floor. Val
screamed as they fell and crashed on her side into the desk. She only felt the
pain afterwards, but at that moment, she just fell. Without a thought, she
scrambled away underneath the desk and curled up, hugging her knees. Her heart
beat like a thousand galloping horses and her breath came out in rasps.
In the matter of seconds, the
football player, strong from adrenaline pumping through him, had managed to pin
Tyler to the floor and pick himself back up to his feet, the gun held shakily
in his hand. Tyler, now laying on the floor, gripping the leg of the nearest
desk lashed out with his feet at the other student. The killer held the gun
tight despite Tyler trying to trip him into falling.
"Tyler, no!" Val cried, tears
streaming down her face. She could taste the salt in her mouth but she kept on
crying out to him. She couldn't let him die for her sake.
The killer spun around and shot.
TBC J Byebye!