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Jimmy slammed the phone shut, nearly breaking it. He stuffed it back in his pocket and turned around. He saw an impressed Cindy staring him in the face.
"Nice," she said while nodding her head in approval. Everyone gathered around him.
"Give me the knife," Jimmy instructed her. Cindy looked at him, a little upset at him ordering her around. "Give it," Jimmy said. Cindy handed it over as she stared in his eyes. His normal joyous blue pools had changed to a raging fire.
"You brought a knife to school?" Jason nervously asked.
"Focus on the big picture, Jason," Jimmy angrily whispered as he slipped the knife inside his right sock, the blade pointing downwards.
"You guys have a choice. We can sit here and wait for something to happen. We'll be a lot safer here. Or we can roam the halls. It's staring death in the face, but it will give us a chance to fight the killer. It's your choice," Jimmy said.
The class murmured amongst each other. They told him they wanted to stay in the classroom. Jimmy had expected this. "Fine. Then listen up if you want to live." Jimmy hopped up onto a nearby desk and stared at the six kids staring at him. Thanks, Nick. "One, stay together. Two, the killer won't die easy. Three, he'll stop at nothing to kill us all. Four, he'll cut the lights soon. Five, he'll contact us via the phone. Six, never assume you're safe."
Jimmy rubbed his chin as he stared up at the lights. "I'm getting some flashlights from the utility closet," he said as he hopped off the desk.
"You just said to stay together!" Jason shouted.
"The lights are going to go out any minute. We've got to be prepared," Jimmy said as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.
"I'll come," Cindy said.
Jimmy shook his head. "One of us has to stay with them."
"I'll go," Stephanie weakly said as she stood up. Jimmy nodded his head in approval. They both stepped out of the classroom and closed the door behind them.
"Thanks for coming, Steph," Jimmy said as they walked down the hallway.
"No problem. I'm not going to be some dumb blonde, big-breasted bimbo who gets killed first. I've watched my share of horror films."
Jimmy smiled a little as he rounded a corner. It felt good to have someone to lean on. "Take this," he said as he tossed her the laser. She smiled back and put it in her pocket.
Suddenly the flights flickered off. Jimmy glanced around him, trying to see Stephanie. He heard her scream a few yards away.
"Jimmy, help!" she shouted. Jimmy ran towards the voice, but felt a fist connect with his face. He stumbled and fell as Stephanie's scream became muffled.
Jimmy got back up to his feet a few seconds later and squinted his eyes. He couldn't see Steph, but he saw the masked killer approaching him, his thin black robe covering his body. The killer pulled out a knife. He tried to stab Jimmy, but our hero fell to the ground and rolled to the right. He pulled out the small knife as he did so.
Jimmy dodged another slash of the killer's knife and jumped up to his feet. He fingered his small knife in his hand and backed a few feet away. He aimed for the killer's mask and threw it. The killer just reached up and grabbed it.
The killer chucked the knife back at Jimmy's heart. Jimmy picked up his backpack and shielded himself with it. The knife slammed into his math book. The killer and Jimmy stared at each other. The killer pulled out his circular talking device.
"You never, ever hang up on the murderer," he said before throwing down a smoke bomb and running off.
Once the smoke cleared Jimmy looked to his left and stared at the door. Figures. Now I find the flashlights, he thought as he kicked open the door and grabbed some flashlights. He shined them down the hallway and saw Stephanie lying on the floor, her feet tied up. The pen laser was in her mouth, which she had used to burn the ropes on her hands. Jimmy ran over and helped her untie her feet.
"Thanks. I owe you one," Steph said as Jimmy helped her up.
"I can't believe he didn't kill you," Jimmy happily exclaimed as he wrapped her in a hug. Jimmy slowly pulled away, but stopped when he stared at her eyes. Even in the dark he could see her lips curl into a smile. Man, she does have the most beutiful eyes. "Uh, we better get these flashlights back to the others," he quietly told her.
