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They stepped off the bus together, each carrying a large black duffle bag, both dressed all in black with black trench coats. Curly grinned like he was meeting the president, there was an underlying madness behind that smile. Eugene looked up at the school, every detail of it stood out to him.
"You still with me?" Curly asked, not looking at him.
Eugene, despite the knot growing in his stomach nodded.
"Yeah, yeah I'm with you," he replied, his eyes noticed the stream of kids going into the front doors, he easily picked out kids from his class. "To the end."
"To their end," Curly replied. "Cause after today no one will ever mess with us again."
They stood there and waited until everyone was inside, and the final bell rang. They moved in tandem, matching step for step as they crossed in front of the school and climbed the steps and went inside. Immediately the cool air made them both shiver, more from the contrast of the heat outside but some from nervous tension they had been building up.
"Go around and lock all the doors," Curly said, unzipping his bag he pulled out a Uzi. "Then it'll be showtime."
Eugene dropped his bag on the floor and took off at a trot. The two emergency exit doors were first, he lowered the bars and jammed them in as tight as they would go. On his way to the other side of the school he rounded the corner to see Harold and Sid.
"Hey look, Eugene's dressed like a fag today!" Harold exclaimed laughing.
"What do you mean today?" Sid asked. "He's dressed like a fag everyday!"
Gritting his teeth, Eugene kept his face calm and moved off, leaving the laughter echoing behind him. when he was well away, Eugene felt hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He wiped them away but more kept coming. He leaned against the wall and despite himself, Eugene began to cry.
"Eugene, what's wrong," Eugene snapped his head around at the sound of the voice. "Why are you crying?"
"Arnold?" he croaked, looking at the blonde, football headed boy in a mix of shock, surprise, and horror. "You can't be here."
Arnold came towards him and reached out a hand to place on Eugene's shoulder, but; the redhead stepped away.
"Go home, you shouldn't be here," he said, pointing down the hall. "Get out before I finish locking the doors. Please Arnold."
Arnold looked at him in confusion. The fear growing in his chest made Eugene want to puke.
"You've always been good to me, Arnold," Eugene said, tears beginning to fall again. "Let me be good to you for once, please go home."
To Eugene's relief, Arnold started walking off down the hallway. Eugene trailed after him and, after making sure Arnold left out the door, quickly locked it and doubled back to Curley.
"All good?" Curly asked, as Eugene shoulder his duffle bag.
"Yeah," Eugene replied, he unzipped his duffle bag and pulled out a Tec 9 semiauto. "Let's go."
"It's showtime!" Curly shouted. He took off running down the hall and stopped in front of the principal's office. Grabbing the handle, he counted down from 10 to one before slamming the door open. "Guess who fat boy!"
Warts looked up from his desk and made to stand up when Curly opened fire. The first few bullets punched into the middle of the principal's chest, turning his white shirt red before the rest climbed up his neck and tore into his face, almost ripping his head completely apart.
Curly howled with laughter as Warts fell face first onto his desk, his brains leaking out onto his papers. Eugene went in the opposite direction, He rounded the corner to once again see Sid and Harold.
When the two turned to face him, Eugene opened fire. Sid dropped right away, his hands clutching at the crying red hole in his stomach. Harold tried to turn and run but several bullets ripped into his large back, one straight through his lower back, sending him faceplanting to the linoleum.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Sid screamed, Eugene wasn't sure if he was screaming at him or the blood seeping out from between his fingers. Already his face had turned pale and he looked ready to pass out.
Harold tried to stand, but; was barely able to start crawling away.
"My legs! My legs! Mommy!" he screamed, frantically clawing at the floor to try and move his deadweight. "Mommy help me! Mommy!"
"Now who's a fag?" Eugene asked, as Sid's eyes rolled back into his head and he fell back, his chest rising and falling began to slow until it finally stopped. Stepping past the dead boy, Eugene placed the muzzle to the back of Harold's head. "Your mommy's a fat old whore."
The top of Harold's head vanished in an explosion of blood and brains. Eugene looked up to see classroom doors opening and scared faces peeking out. He firing in a wide, sweeping arc, creating holes in the lockers, walls and doors. When his pistol was empty, he dropped it to the floor and began digging into the duffle bag. The 12 gauge shotgun felt heavy in his hands.
Curly made his way down the hall towards his homeroom class, he'd fired the Uzi empty in one of the classrooms and had switched to a Desert Eagle. When he reached his homeroom, Curly felt a sense of glee and anticipation and his hand began to shake as he reached for the door handle. He stopped when he found it locked.
"Won't help you!" he called, pounding on the door. "Cause I'm gonna huff and puff and-"
He placed the Pistol against the door knob and fired, sending the lock rocketing into the class room. When the door swung open to darkness, he smiled savagely.
"Little pig little pig," he said, flipping on the light, he caught movement and opened fire without looking. Stinky and Rhonda both dropped immediately, Rhonda clutched at her throat and Stinky looked sightlessly up at the ceiling, a red hole between his eyes.
The rest of the class began to scream and cry. Curly fired into the air, causing them to go silent. He took a headcount and snarled. Some were missing, Sid, Harold, Arnold, Helga, Lila. But; the rest were still here.
"Payback time," he said, he retreated back to the door and began digging through his duffle bag. He pulled out another sub machine gun and opened fire. "Who's laughing now?!"
Eugene reloaded the shotgun as he made his way down towards the library, he'd ran into Wolfgang and blown his legs off at the knees and left him, it was what he deserved. As he passed the girl's bathroom the quiet sounds of crying caused him to stop.
He stepped inside and peeked around the corner to see Lila frantically tapping at her phone.
"Please work please work!" she whispered, trying to get a signal. She looked up to see Eugene and the phone dropped from her hands. "Oh God oh no."
"No, not God," he said, stepping forward he kicked the phone away. "Just me."
"Please Eugene," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Don't please don't shoot me."
He looked down at her scared, crying and slipped the shotgun back into the bag and slipped his hands into his pockets.
"OK Lila," he said, I won't shoot you."
Her eyes widened in horror and her mouth made an O shape as he buried the knife into her belly. When she pulled away from him, the knife slipped out almost noiselessly.
"You…. You…" she stammered, leaning back against the wall.
"I said I wouldn't shoot you," he said, before burying the knife into her chest, he pulled it out and drove it in again and again several more times. When he was done, Lila slumped to the floor, a growing sea of red all around her. "Goodbye, Lila."
"Eugene! Where are you?" Eugene heard Curly calling his name. he went out into the hall and joined with the dark-haired boy. "Saw you got a couple, good job. Still need to find Arnold, Helga, and Lila. You see Mr. Simmons?"
"No, I just took care of Lila," he said, pointing over his shoulder. "Let's go check the library,"
Curly looked away and nodded.
"After you," Curly said.
Eugene took off down the hall, he began digging through his bag and pulled out his shotgun. When they opened the door to the library, Curly took off across the room and fired back behind the counter.
"Shush me now, you dumb bitch," he laughed.
Eugene looked around, everywhere he could see scared faces of students trying to stay hidden. He opened fire on them, sending others scattering, Curly ran back and began shooting the ones running away.
Eventually, a table was overturned and Helga was revealed. The two reloaded and made their way over to where the blonde girl was still kneeling.
"Any last words you ugly cunt?" Curly asked, placing the barrel of his pistol under her chin. "I'll make sure they write it on your tombstone."
The fear in her eyes was replaced by sudden anger.
"Yeah, you both got dicks so small you might as well be girls," she said. Curley pistol-whipped her, breaking her nose. Eugene kicked her in the stomach several times but; Helga only began to laugh at them. "Pathetic…. Both of you…. Pathetic."
"Stop!" both turned in surprise to see Arnold standing in th doorway. "That's enough you guys have hurt enough people today. Let's end it."
"Your right, Arnold," Curly said, raising his pistol. "Let's end you."
Eugene jumped forward, pushing Curly's hand aside.
"No, not Arnold," Eugene said. "He's always been good to us."
"You going soft on me?" Curly asked, pointing his finger at Arnold. "He never stopped all those morons from calling us names or beating us up. Besides he destroyed your bike and put you in the hospital, remember?"
"That wasn't his fault, and he apologized," Eugene said. "Arnold tried to give me just one good day, sure almost everything went wrong but he tried."
Curly snarled, shoving Eugene aside he raised his pistol.
"Fuck Arnold!" he shouted, Arnold's eyes widened in fear as Curly pulled the trigger, in a burst of blood Arnold's left eye was gone.
Helga's shrieks began to fill the library as she scrambled across the floor and began to cradle the dead boy. Both watched as she began to laugh shrilly and claw at her eyes. Within a few seconds, her face was a crimson mask of open gashes and her eyes were gone.
Curly fired several rounds into her head, ending her laughing for good.
"Well that was something," he said, looking down at the two dead blondes. "Let's go hunt down that fag Simmons and-"
Curly's head vanished into a cloud of red as Eugene's shotgun took his head completely off.
Eugene looked down at Curly then at Arnold and Helga.
"I told you to go home Arnold," he said, sadness filling his voice. "I told you, you were my only friend."
"Eugene," Mr. Simmons slowly entered the library.
"It's over Mr. Simmons," Eugene said, dropping the duffle bag. "I tried to save Arnold, I really did try."
Before Simmons could react, Eugene placed the barrel of the shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger, sending skull and brains flying up onto the ceiling.
END