EDWIN MELLOPHONE HANDS
CHAPTER 6: TASTES SO BITTER (BY KIM)
I have problem that I cannot explain
I have no reason why it should've been so plain
I have no answers but I sure have excuse
I lack the reason why I should be so confused…
~*~ Roulette, System of A Down
Only half of the band came to school the next day. Only half of the members had the strength and courage left inside to make their appearance in the hall again. They sat in their chairs, not speaking a word. Their instruments lay dormant in their room, in which a murder had taken place. The crimson inked message had still not been washed off, and there were still a few finger bones scattered around, hidden by the squishy thing. (AN: The Squishy thing is a big piece of gray foam that lives on the floor of the instrument storage room)
Before the events there had been one inseparable group of kids: Rachel, Rudy, Katrina, and Sam. Sam was the boyfriend Rachel was thinking of before she swerved off the road. Sam sat in the corner and shook violently. He hugged his knees and rocked back and forth. Voices of those loved by him flooded his memory. Oh how he wished they didn't…
"Just one more run through!"…
"I'm saxy, I'm short, I'm the Rudy!"…
"BAND ATTEN HUT! * Hiccup *"…
"I'm the saxtion leader, the fearless, the lovely, Katrina!"
"Sam. Uh I was just wondering, want to take me to winter formal?"
The voices… the memories… where was he? Who was he? What… what was he? He threw his head back and screamed.
Everyone stared at him and shook their heads. He was curled up on the floor, shivering, shaking, and crying. Brandon the marimba player ran to restrain him. But it was too late, Sam was mentally away somewhere… Somewhere deep within his own, twisted nightmares.
The door creaked open, and a tall, buff man walked into the room and examined the condition of the students. His attention turned to Sam and Brandon. He licked his lips and marched towards them. "Help!" Brandon cried, He held the struggling, sobbing boy down. The man pulled Brandon off of Sam forcefully and began to scream "YOU STOP CRYING YOU PUSSY!" Brandon was shocked. "EVERYONE, STAND AT ATTENTION!" he commanded. Everyone did as they were told everyone but Sam. "What are you doing boy?" he asked. He pulled Sam up by his lankly arm and looked into his eyes. Sam's eyes were glazed over, he trembled and sobbed. "Stop it! STOP IT NOW!" the man began to shake him, and when that didn't work, he punched him. Everyone gasped. "Leave him alone! Can't you see he's having an anxiety attack! Stop it!" Lorelei screamed. The man threw Sam onto the floor and turned to Lorelei. "What did you say girl?" he snarled. "I said, leave him alone." She said, almost choking in fear. "You're lucky I don't hurt girls." He said so quietly that only she could here him. He got up onto the podium and looked into the faces of the students. "I am your new director, Colonel Boom, but you will all call me, 'sir'" he said. "Your principal hired me because he felt I would scare away any attacker." He said with such egoism. Everyone's heart sank. Sam was passed out in the corner. Everyone wanted to run and defend him; everyone wanted to hug each other…
"You know why all of your people are being killed so suddenly? Its because you are all a bunch of pussies who can't defend yourselves." He said. "Mr. Spills must've been a horrible director. He couldn't even protect you from murder. I can't do much now because the season is over, however I will make sure to make concert band as hard and as disciplined as marching." No one liked the sound of this. "Mr. Spills would do the least possible. He didn't care about you at all, if he did, he wouldn't have killed himself."
Everyone tried not to move, to break down, tackle Boom and prove him wrong. And in the distance, a man with horribly mangled fingers watched the students, and smiled. His revenge was complete… Or was it?
