"So did you get into trouble?" Jeffrey asked as Nicole returned from the canteen line, holding bowl of salad on a dull grey tray. He almost had to yell amid the chit-chat of dozens of students in the cafeteria.

Nicole sighed and sat down. "It was okay. I told my mum I was provoked, and she just told me to tell a teacher next time."

"You got off lucky," Calvin said, with his mouth full of ice cream sandwich. "My parents would have grounded me till end of the world."

"Yeah, so would mine, if they're sober enough to notice. That's the reason I moved with my Uncle." Trisha said thoughtfully. She stared at the slice of cheese and ham pizza in front of her, then gave up and tossed in the bin nearby. Only she missed and it bounced off the floor, skidding a couple of metres and stopping in front of two seniors. One of them had short black hair and wore a leather jacket. Another was a Goth and wore a trench coat. Both carried black duffel bags and held semi-automatic shotguns.

The Goth opened the duffel bag and retrieved a pipe bomb, which he tossed onto the table of Gabby and Jason. They managed to utter an "Oh!" of surprise – Gabby even raised right arm shielding her face – before it exploded with an orb of blinding light and fire, blasting fragments of the thick tube all over the place, one of which lodged into Jason's throat. After a stunned moment, all hell broke loose.

" Gabby!" Jason yelled coarsely, pressing a hand over his wound, while crawling on the floor in the midst of frantic feet trying to escape the cafeteria. Frenzied screams filled the tiled room, bouncing off the walls and amplified by the constricted space. A gun shot went off and from the gasp, it seemed to hit someone. Jason pulled off his blood-stained sweater and bunched it around his throat, then continued his search of his girlfriend. He stumbled against something crispy. As he recognized the burnt corpse of his girlfriend, he shrieked a bloodcurdling scream.

Leather Jacket turned his gun towards him. A bang. Bright, red light. Then blackness.

Karen and Larry had been making out in the corridor before the mess started. When they heard the hands banging on the locked doors, they knew something was wrong.

"Honey," Karen pushed away lightly. "Do you think there' something wrong? Why are they-"

That was the last sounds Larry DePooter heard at his last moments of life. A blood stained bullet bursted from the wooden door, punctured into his forehead, shredding his brain tissue along way, then emerged out of the back of his head. His lifeless body slumped to the ground, leaning against the tiled wall, his legs crumpled beneath him. Karen backed up to the cafeteria door. She felt the cool, thin layer of plastic applied over the wood. She turned around and grabbed the metal handle. She pulled.

If you tried pulling the plug in a full tub, you should know that water would be sucked out through the drain with extreme force. In this case, The water was the frantic students, the plug the doors, and Karen the puller. An overwhelming rush of people dashed out, slamming the wooden doors against her and pushing her to the ground.
In this moment of crisis, hidden natures can be awoken in mankind's hearts. Some people risked their own lives to ensure other's safeties, while others can only care about their own lives, not concerned with the people they hurt on the way.

Jennifer and Curtis struggled to keep the doors open for the vast majority to pass through. Karen, lying on the ground, tried to shield her face with her arms. No such luck, the stomps of the students were forceful; one of them stomped hard on her hand and broke it. She screamed and screamed as the footsteps landed on her, each blow hurting like hell. She tried getting up, but the constant flow and her broken arm prevented her from doing so.

In her last fleeting moments of life, it occurred to Karen that how ironic it was that the people she had grinded beneath her heels metaphorically, had now grinded her beneath their heels. Literally.

An escaping nerd stepped on her face. She was dead, blood flowing freely from her broken nose.

Jeffrey and Stella trembled under the cafeteria tables. They were among the little amount of people who left behind. Trisha had a broken leg and Jeffrey couldn't leave her. So they decided to take chances. He pushed Trisha and lay down on the floor, doing his best impression of a corpse. As he glimpsed the faint outlines of the two killers' feet among the dead bodies and stray food, he had prayed to God, although he wasn't a Catholic, that they wouldn't bother to check if people were really dead.

A gun shot blasted into Stella. Her temple bursted open, bleeding profusely.

Jeffrey winced as the inevitable shot came…

"Is that everyone?" Curtis whispered.

Jennifer peeked into the canteen, where she saw the two murderers kicking a kid, as if checking whether he was really dead. "I think so."

"Let's go, then." He pulled her over into a classroom where several frightened kids were hiding. The P.A. system was announcing urgently, "…seniors have been attacking students with pipe bombs and guns near the cafeteria. It is advised that all staff and students try and keep as far from that area as possible. For students already in that area, conceal yourselves and remain silent. Repeat, conceal yourselves and remain…" The plastic speaker suddenly cracked with a rip. Jennifer saw the bullet lodged in it and gasped. Everyone turned around and saw Leather Jacket, holding another pipe bomb, this one several times larger than the one before. He carelessly tossed it inside and quickly escaped.

The explosion was enormous. The entire classroom was destroyed, littering the floor below with loose cement, demolished furniture and human remains. The room above also collapsed, and Dexter, who had the misfortune of standing at the exact spot, plunged down and screamed as he fell. The scream ended abruptly. Margaret, holding her handkerchief to shield from the smell of burnt flesh, eyes wincing at the horror that just happened to everybody, including her step brother, looked down. A steel girder was bent up by the force of explosion. Emerging from the edge of the unharmed concrete, it twisted 90 degrees and pointed up, continuing into Dexter's chest and up.

Margaret moaned and leaned against the door, her only friend had been skewered by a steel rod. As she sobbed and fought to kept her tears in, the door bursted open – pushing her into the gaping hole, falling onto the same girder that killed Dexter. The Goth smiled and jumped down safely onto a ledge.

Nicole met up with Calvin, Matt, Trisha and Danielle in the library. They, together with a couple of students and two librarians, had blocked the side entrance with book cases. The main entrance, however, was too large and too far away from the bookcases for them to block. It was for this reason that Matt had suggest that they 'get the hell away from there' and hide in the more concealed parts of the library.

However, the wall they were next to had been adjacent to the destroyed classroom. It had been weakened by the blast. In fact, as Trisha noticed, it was crumbly. Calvin tried soothing her by saying that it's just an illusion, the events ghad shocked her. That's the correct word to describe them, shocked. For once, Danielle's hair was wild and flailing, her nails scratched and bruised from head to toe. Matt was sullen and sitting in a corner, making no jokes or comments. Trisha was biting her nails, although they weren't much of them left. Calvin was shaking even harder than the rest of them added together; that was natural, his aunt had died in a terrorist attack in some distant country. Sri Lanka, if her memory was right.

It all happened in an instance. The wall collapsed and buried Matt under the rubble. The Goth hopped in and proceeded to bring his gun to Trisha's head. He pressed the trigger and fired the bullet. Danielle freaked out when blood splattered over her, and not because of the price of her clothes, but because of the unfolding horror. She ran towards the gap in the wall and tried to jump to the floor below. The Goth tried to grab her hand, but all he reached was her finger tips, and they slid from his grip. Danielle jumped in the air, arms and legs thrashing for a moment, before crashing down to the tiled floor. She was battered but still alive. At least, she was alive until Leather Jacket put a bullet through her chest when he came in the room below.

Nicole screamed as Calvin tackled the Goth when his attention was distracted, pushing him down onto Leather Jacket. He grabbed her hand and together they ran, but they never made it. One of the librarians flourished a machine gun. She smiled at the lifeless bodies of her fellow worker and opened fire.

Nicole had felt the pain as the bullets tore into her skin, tearing shreds of blood and gore on the way. She had felt the horror as she glimpsed Calvin fall to the ground, so many holes over his body that she could barely recognize him. She had screamed as each hit of the bullets striked the nerves, searing agony traveling up to her brain. She had fell silent when she dropped to the ground, the librarian ready to fire one last clatter of bullets into her-

She gasped as the past events rushed through her eyes, acting out backwards, only in fast motion. She saw the bullets going back into the gun. She saw Danielle struggling in mid air while flying up. She saw the wall rebuild itself. She saw Margaret and Dexter removing themselves from the girder. She saw the blood, gore, and debris forming the bodies and classroom. She saw the crowd rushing back into the cafeteria, where it all started. She saw herself going backwards up the stairs, into Vice Principal's Office…
Karen, Jennifer and Nicole were all sitting in the Vice Principal's Office. Mrs Tasha, a bitchy woman in her fifties, was furiously scolding the three of them. Nicole was hyperventilating.

"…and that is why I need to tell your parents about this- Nicole? Are you alright? If you feel sick, you can go, I'll call your parents then. On you go, Shoels, Kechter. To the cafeteria."

Nicole muttered. "D- Don't."

"Pardon?" Mrs. Tasha asked.

"No don't let them go! Get them out- evacuate the school! There's going to be a massacre, I saw it, I saw it, the guns, the bombs, the blood…"

"Are you alright?" Jennifer asked worriedly.

"Who cares," Karen said, "Attention seeker."

"No! Stop them! Please! You'll die! Everyone will die!"

Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, but are you some sort of sadistic freak?"

"Get them outta-" Nicole gasped again. She out of the office and screamed at two prefects. "Get outta the school! There's going to be a massive shooting, and, and, it's horrible, I saw it!"

She dashed along the corridor, yelling for everyone to get out on the way. If she recalled clearly, the shooting started at 12:17. She looked at her digital watch. It showed '12:09' before flickering into '01:80'.

She had to save as many lives as she could. She grabbed Margaret's wrist as she was going up the stairs, pulling her with Dexter chasing behind. She got Curtis and Jennifer to follow, telling them she would explain later. They did, although reluctantly, will assuring that they will demand a thorough explanation later. She sped into the canteen, calling Calvin, Jeffrey, Trisha, Jason and Gabby. She bumped into Matt, who she pleaded to come with her. (She vaguely remembered promising to do 'something' for him in her frantic state.) She kicked the locked door open with her frenzied strength, then pulled along Karen and Larry for good measure. She got to the school entrance.

She had thought about returning and saving more lives, but there wasn't time.

"Alright, there better be a good explanation for this," Jennifer demanded angrily. Nicole was about to answer when an ear-splitting explosion shook the whole school. One of the classrooms on the South Wing had exploded.

" Jesus Christ!" Matt yelled.

"No way!" Margaret gasped.

"That could've been us!" Jeffrey whimpered.

"Oh my God, I'll- I'll go call nine-one-one!" Gabby screamed . She turned into the school entrance and went inside the administrator's counter. Unbeknownst to Nicole or anyone, the three killers had planted bombs along the foundations. Bombs with enough power to obliterate the entire school.

A deafening detonation incinerated the ground floor. Nicole and her friends were safe, they were far enough, but Gabby was less lucky. She had been right next to the wooden case of dynamite when it flared. The flames, force and debris had split her into thousands of little pieces. She had no remains remaining; she had completely disappeared. Jason dropped to his knees and sobbed.

The school crumbled. With most of the pillars on the ground floor gone, it hadn't got a lot of support left. The remaining pillars snapped, and the entire building collapsed- starting with the South Wing, then spreading to East and West, then finally North. Their would be no survivors, apart from them. The attack had been a suicide massacre all along.

All of them. including Larry and Karen, gaped in surprise. Tears prickled their eyes. Their friends and teachers were all dead.