Chapter 1: The School
They surrounded the school armed with AK-47s. Their mission was to annihilate every one.
They entered from every door, men and women fleeing, screaming. They wore all black, armed with Walter PPKs, body armor, and grenades. The grenades they all used liberally. Bodies flying left and right, utter chaos dwelt behind brick walls and closed doors.
In one room, a room yet so far untouched, the three dwell within. Of these three only one is truly important. It only takes one to defeat the greatest of foes, the biggest of adversaries.
The three sat huddled together, one crying, the other two on the verge of mental breakdown. An explosion rocked the tiny room as a long death scream came from the hall just outside the door.
The three could hear, nay, almost see in their mind's eye the bodies being riddled with bullets, and the corpses oozing blood onto the tiled floor, as the men and women in black continued their rampant reign of destruction.
Closer, louder, and less frequent the bursts of fire became. The explosions had become non-existent. A final smattering of gunshots emitted from the hall, as a man dressed all in black kicked the door down.
The man, gun raised, scanned the room and then lowered his weapon. The man took off his mask revealing a scar just below his right eye. He raised his hand to his mouth, "Sir. This is Sergei. Yes sir! We found the remaining three. We are located in the northwest room numbered 704. Yes, I will sir. Yes, the secondary objective of eliminating all nonessential civilians is complete. Awaiting further orders."
The one who was crying had finally stopped, her blonde hair matted against her face. Her face was streaked with tears, and her shirt was now matted to her chest.
Of the three who sat huddled together, the important one was named Zane, the other two were named Amber and Seth. Amber still gasping for air from crying said, "Who are you and why are you doing this?"
The man snapped at attention as a man and a woman walked into the room. The man wore a small fur hat that the Russian generals once wore. He said, "Good work Sergei." He patted the soldier guarding the door on the shoulder before saying, "Now leave us." As the guard left the room, he grabbed the door handle and closed the door swiftly and silently.
The three huddled together, Zane tried to shift himself so that he was between the two in black and his friends.
The man let out a long sigh as he raised his right hand and took off his cap. He distastefully tossed his cap aside and withdrew his pistol.
Somehow Amber summed up the courage and asked, "Why? Why are you doing this?"
The woman spoke in a thick Russian accent, "Shut up you stupid insolent little Americ—" She never quite finished her statement for the man had raised his hand to silence her, "It is okay, they have a right to know." He turned towards the three who were huddling together out of fear. "My name is Barry Redfield, I am a slayer, a hit man if you will. My assignment was to eliminate the inhabitants of this building. I did it with a heavy heart, but I know I must leave one survivor—one of you."
"Fuck you! You murdered everyone in this school, and now, now you're asking for forgiveness?"" yelled Seth.
Barry raised his gun and fired. Seven dark red holes appeared in Seth's chest before he lifelessly fell to the ground.
"I don't care much for that tone boy!" countered Barry.
The woman looked at the lifeless heap on the floor and a tear came to her eye, but that tear soon disappeared.
"Only one can live. I'll allow both of you to choose who will die. The survivor will relay a message to the government," exclaimed Barry in a passive voice.
Zane and Amber were shocked. After about thirty seconds of silence, Zane said something, "Take me, but note this when I die I'll be there to personally kick yo…"
Barry fired the final bullet from his chamber, and quickly left the room with the woman. Zane and Amber still stood, Zane quickly checked himself for bullet wounds he found none. "Holy shit. He missed. Amber he" Zane looked up at Amber and realized what had happened. Her hand was stained with her blood.