I'm a big idiot. I've worked on this chapter all week trying not be make it much of a Mary-sue, and I'll be damned if people just scoff and say 'pathetic'. He he, at least I think it is. Oh well. Just one stupid chapter to get to the conclusions that been in my head for a long time. Have a happy reading!

(At least it is kinda fun writing it...)

Chapter 22- Session

(This chapter takes in part of the Linkin Park lyric-less song, 'Session' of the Meteora album. If you read it and memorized what happened, and listened to the music, it'll be like lyric-less song background)

Oh. My. God. I've heard of school attacks, but I never knew that this would happen. I never knew my school would be a victim...

Everyone in the computer lab panicked by the time a hood came in holding a rifle. He spoke dirty and told us to stay on the ground or else he'll kill us. We all did what we were told. I was scared stiff.

"Oh god...!" whispered Elsie. He face was pale.

"What the hell is this?" Amber whispered back, frightened. This is one of those times when I wished that Spiderman, or at least Otto freakin' Octavius would come and save us.

"I'm too young to die!" Ms. H cried. Her voice chirped so light, I would've laughed if the situation wasn't serious.

The guy held everyone at gunpoint and told them to shut up. "I've enough bitchin' for today!"

I wanted Otto to come, but Dammit...I wish he'd knew this guy and possibly many others would come, or else he'll kick their ass.

The cops'll come, and maybe the SWAT team will...but then I was reminded that Russian attack, and I knew some of us would get killed. Besides, I strongly believe that some cops aren't trusting.

Dammit Otto! If I die or anyone else, what would happen? Would you mourn? I know my family and distant friends will, as I cared for them all and they cared for me. But now, at situation like this, I kept thinking about Otto, wishing he was here and kicking butt and just wishing that I could play video games with him one last time...

...and maybe have another bowl of chocolate ice cream...

What are you thinking about Crystal?! I thought. There is no time for food! But of course, every time I'm freaked out, I always aim for sweet stuff.

"Otto..." I whispered. "Lizzie, Otto could come here and rescue us!"

"Are you out of your nuts?!" Alice said. "This is no time to jump into pretending! Otto is not real!"

"But what if he is?" Amber cried, she was desperate for this guy to put that gun from her direction. "I mean, they've been saying it over and over all though the week. If Otto is real, I'm willing to take chances."

"Anybody got a cell phone?" Lizzie asked.

"I got one, but I left it in my locker..." Elsie replied.

"What's your locker number and combination?" I asked, quietly slipping a piece of paper from my binder and my pinpoint pin.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?!" Amber asked.

"That's suicide!" Alice argued.

"Well, then, help me them. Distract them or whatever. I can run really fast, I even once saw this program on safety of chances of missing gunshots."

"But, they'll shoot you! For Christ's sake, they have rifles!" Elsie replied.

"Oh well, if Otto finds out, I know for sure he'll be pissed. Tell me your locker number, Elsie."

Elise was quiet for a moment. She wasn't sure if giving me her locker combination would be a good thing...

"121. Five-fifteen-oh." She answered.

"Okay." I recorded it.

"But what are we going to do? If you just run from here, they'll shoot you there in the spot."

"I got an idea," Lizzie spoke up, "see that fire alarm up there? We could pull it, and it'll distract them big time since the alarm is loud enough to burst your eardrums."

"Yeah," Amber began to say and turn to the whole class. I'm surprised that the guy with the rifle wasn't listening. "And you guys throw stuff at this bastard and we'll escape to get a cell phone to call the cops."

The whole class looked like they agree, but they didn't want to do it. They were too scared.

"Come on guys! I know this is a suicide mission, but at least we tried! Don't you remember Mrs. G telling us to write a journal response on that school attack in Russia? Do you want to end up like them?" Lizzie said to the class. The taller, tougher guys found the courage to agree.

"You guys throw heavy stuff like the computer stuff and you girls throw the binders and even chairs. Got that? And while the chaos was going, we'll slip through and run like hell, and find some help. Savvy?" I said.

So that was the plan. But the big problem was, we had to find a perfect timing. We had to wait until the guy loses eye contact on us, and we'll have the football guys tackle and try and grab the rifle away...

"Now sir, I want you to stop your doings of holding the whole middle school captive and come and discuss with us. We don't want any children getting hurt." The cops were already been outside, but they were too chicken to come in. They didn't want any risks or injuries to be made. The squad leader held a megaphone, and the guy in the trenchcoat replied in the school's megaphone.

"Nope. Not gonna happen. We have a request for you to make, and if you don't do it," The guy said, pulling a poor 6th grader in, "the little guy gets it. And if you fail to do it the second time, so does the whole school."

The cops gulped; this is a hard decision. The whole police squad had the school surrounded, and yet they're too afraid to burst in.

The guy smirked. Just the way he wanted. Not too long ago he was a burglar, he stole money from a wrestling-money who-what-is-it. But now, his criminal ways have grew larger, and he gained a whole lot of attention.

When the sucker finally turned his stupid head from us to talk to a friend of his, Amber pulled the fire alarm, and sure enough, it distracted them. They dropped their guns (but still wore them) and immediately covered their ears, and one of them tried cussing in Spanish.

And we did what we planned. We had the guys tackle 'em and the girls throwing crap at them. Me, Lizzie, Amber, and Alice made a run for it, as Elsie had a couple of other guys throw the most expensive school computers money can buy out the window. (O.o) Those kids started running outside like hell.

"Oh gods! Just like that army video game!" Amber shouted in fear. We kept running. We've reached to the part where there is a shortcut to Elsie's locker or a longway. We took the shortcut.

"No, more like James Bond! Without the gadgets though..." Then, Elsie gasped as 3 other Spanish thugs make a run for us, and we ran through the other hallway, to the long way. The thugs started shooting, but they kept missing. This ain't no stuntwork.

We turned a corner out of the thug's view.

"Let's split up!" Lizzie cried. "We're too close a target here!" she said it in a tone that's telling me she had other thoughts.

I didn't hear them say "Over there" when they all ran towards the restroom, but I kept running straight ahead. I stopped when a black guy and white guy was about to turn their heads to my direction. I was in fear, I began to run back wards, now knowing that the Spanish thugs could appear with their guns any minute if I jumped to the restroom. I was so shocked in fear, I thought it was it, but I tried and take chances to see if a locker behind me would miraculously open.

This hallway is where most lockers where first build, and the school never bothered to remake them. I thought maybe one of them was broken that it could actually open...oh, don't fail me now...

It opened. A tall and old locker.

Opened.

In time.

I hurriedly hid in and shut it. The thugs heard the sound and knew that I was in one of the lockers, but they didn't know which.

As weird and as strange as it is, there was a skateboard in the locker. I knew how to ride a skateboard even though I never owned one... this could give me a shortcut...

"Where did she go!" the thugs say.

"Keep looking!"

When the time was right, when three different thugs kept trying to open each locker and reached to mine, I burst open my locker and started racing on the skateboard, never looking back.

Some kids in the classrooms cheered, but I kept going. The teachers were concerned, but I kept going. Even the gang, who started throwing water balloons made from paper towels at the thugs, kept saying 'go'. Eventually, the more the thugs get pissed off, the closer my friends are to the exit to stay away from the mess.

I kept skateboarding lamely, seems like I forgotten how. I moved a corner.

I turned west.

I turned east.

I turned west again.

This time I turned south.

"This school is too damn big!" I muttered. Then I've reached the biggest hallway yet, the 8th grade hallway. I knew Elise's locker is somewhere in the center, and I hurriedly looked in between the numbers.

"128...126...125...123...121...121!" I hurriedly leaped to that locker and immediately opened it, almost missing it a first glance. I can't mess up.

Otto will play the hero. He'll save us. We're his faithful fans. We're his only friends. He'll save us. He's like a brother and a father to me for the past week. He'll save me. He'll save us...

I opened the locker! "God," I said, tearing open everything in Elsie's locker.

Found the cell phone. Bingo! I started dialing my home phone number. Thank god Otto had a break today.

Otto was playing with Rosie. The dog wrestled him and started nibbling his ear, and Otto kept tickling her and playing with her. He's bored in this house, and there was nothing left to do.

"Can't you believe it puppy?" He laughed. Puppy was Rosie's nickname. She'll only answer to that name.

"I've been childish for the past week. I was really out of character...did the kids really gotten beyond my head?"

The dog kept licking him in the face. He kept petting her.

I have to agree father! Alpha said. You're a scientist, not a ten-year-old!

Well, it was fun to play with them for a while! Gammy chirped.

"Yeah, I'll have to agree. Maybe it's the fact that they're like siblings to me...or maybe children to me. All of them. Sean, Charles, Lizzie, and even Crystal."

We're your kids too! Dally cried.

I know you are. You're always my creations. You're always my children. They're like your siblings too.

He he, Gammy likes to play with Sean! Beck said.

No, in fact, I think he likes Sean! Dally teased.

N-no! I don't like him that way! Gammy protested. I just like to play with him!

Would you three quit it?! Albany said. I'm trying to read!

Otto turned around to Albany. "You're reading?"

Albany raised herself and changed a page. Of War and Peace. Alpha explained. Very interesting.

Otto raised a brow as the other tentacles giggled.

Then, the phone rang.

BRRRIINNGG!!

"Huh?" Otto got up and raced to the phone.

Um...what should I say? What if it was a relative? He thought.

Must be bill collector, Beck thought, families don't call during work times or school times do they?

Otto looked in the caller ID. "Elise?"

Answer it and say wrong number! Dally said.

"Hello? Hollis residence..."

"O-otto?" it was crystal's voice.

"Crystal? What's wrong?"

"Our school is r-raided! Otto! Please, please, this is not a joke! You need to come to my school now! There are cops outside, but they don't want to risk any kids hurt! Otto, I need you okay?! So get your ass over here NOW!!!"

She hung up.

Otto looked at the phone. Is she serious?

"Let's go." He said, putting on his trenchcoat, "something tells me I won't be happy about this."

To be continued...

Bodies

Stupid chapter eh? I agree! But I couldn't think of another way to end this. But I can't believe some of you can't figure out how familiar this 'Boss' is! Its so simple!

Sorry to waste your time...trust me, you're in for a bloody episode next chapter!