Alfred (Boy #21) was extremely pissed off. He wanted to kill; he wanted to end peoples' lives. But he hadn't run into anybody. That was all about to change.
Lacey (Girl #19) was feeling the exact same way Alfred was. As far as she knew (and she was right) there had been no deaths. How boring. She needed her fifteen minutes of fame and she knew the only way to get noticed, was to kill. That's why when the two ran into each other, there was a mutual agreement to attack.
Alfred had suddenly seen the shadow walking down the hallway. He gripped his chainsaw ready to attack. Lacey turned the corner and saw someone. She wasn't sure who, but she really didn't care. The person ran at her with what looked like a chainsaw. It was.
Lacey was quick to dodge. She was a very flexible person, and she knew that would help her here. The buzzing sound of the chainsaw did scare her a little though. Who was the one who attacked her anyways? Probably one of those gross losers she always tried her best to avoid. She knew she couldn't really do much with her can opener so she would just have to get a few punches and kicks in.
Alfred ran at her again. She moved out of the way. The chainsaw was very heavy and harder to control than Alfred had expected. He was starting to get pissed off. He was hoping this would be quick and easy, so he could move on and get even more kills. He tried swinging with it again but he felt a pain in his lower body.
Bingo! Lacey had gotten a kick right where she was hoping to. Alfred fell to his knees. The pain was more than he could handle. Lacey ran behind Alfred and wrapped her hands around his throat. No, he couldn't be killed. Not this early, not with this much potential. Alfred reached up and grabbed the hands. He tried to pry them from his throat.
Lacey squeezed tighter. It would only be a little longer until he would stop squirming. Alfred would be her first victim but certainly not her last. Alfred's face began to change color as the oxygen was being sucked from his body. He couldn't die! With one last effort, Alfred grabbed Lacey's arm and pulled. Lacey flew over the top of Alfred's body and landed with a thud in front of him. At last he could breathe.
Alfred got up and saw the girl in front of him. That dumb cheerleader bitch, Lacey. He was ready to attack again with the chainsaw, when he realized he didn't have it. His heart sank as he saw that Lacey had it.
"Looking for this?" She asked with a huge grin on her face. Alfred didn't know what he could do. She had the power now. He wouldn't give up though; this was one of the top five people he hated the most in his class. Ms. Popular, Ms. Cheerleader, more like Ms. Bitch.
"You don't look familiar," Said Lacey as she got up. She eyed him up and down. "Are you even in my class?"
"Of course you don't know me," Said Alfred, "Why would I expect anything different from one of the popular kids?"
Lacey snickered. This kid was one of "those" people. The ones who always bagged on the popular kids. They liked to say it was because of the popular kids' attitudes that made them not like them. That wasn't true and Lacey knew it. The real reason why those people didn't like her was simple. They were jealous. Jealous of her good looks, her social standings, and her awesomeness in general.
"You do seem kind of familiar," Said Lacey as she continued to stare at Alfred.
"Are you going to kill me or what?" Asked Alfred.
Suddenly, a light bulb clicked in Lacey's head. She knew who this kid was. "I remember you," She said, "The loser crybaby from social studies class." She chuckled as Alfred clinched his hands into tight fists.
Social studies, was definitely one of Alfred's favorite classes. He had always been good at for some reason. It just came naturally to him. He was proud of that too. But that day would not be a good one for him.
The teacher decided to do things a little bit differently that day. He had put A, B, C, and D on pieces of paper and hung one on each corner of the room. "Good morning class," He said.
"What's up with the paper?" Asked Aliyah (Girl #17).
"I'm getting to that. Now, I'm going to read you a question and then offer you four options; A, B, C, and D. Where you decided to go, the choice is yours," Said the teacher.
"Why can't we just do things normally?" Asked an annoyed Axel (Boy #9). It wasn't like he paid attention anyway, but he didn't feel like getting up and walking.
"I just thought this would be kind of fun," Said the teacher, "Now here's the question: When do you think Americans should have freedom of speech? A: Always. B: Limited during times of war. C: Limited when it can hurt someone's feelings. D: Limited when it threatens a person's lives. Make your choice."
The question was kind of an odd one. The kids had been brought up knowing the rights of every American. One of those rights was freedom of speech. But the bullying, especially of certain people, was extremely out of hand and mean. A student at their school a few years back had committed suicide because he was bullied so much. Did Americans have the right to bully someone so much that they commit suicide?
The choice had been obvious for most. The teacher really wasn't surprised by the results. Half and half. Half of the class had gone to A, and the other half had gone to D. "Alright, discuss," Said the teacher. This was going to get interesting, but the teacher had no idea how interesting it was going to get.
Callie (Girl #7) was the first to speak. She always had to do the best and that included in debate. She had picked corner A. "Of course we have the right to say what we want. It's in the Amendment and that's the highest law in this country."
"But, it's also against the law to murder," Said Ethel (Girl #10), Callie's rival, "What if someone is bullied so much that they commit suicide?"
"That's their own fault," Said Callie, "If they're weak enough to succumb, maybe they should kill themselves."
The teacher had really not been expecting that. He knew the discussion would turn to suicide but he didn't figure anyone would say that. He thought about stepping in and intervening, but he wanted to see what else the other students had to say.
"That's a terrible thing to say," Said Kailey (Girl #20).
"It's true though," Said Callie.
Alfred wanted to get up and beat the living hell out of that bitch. But he knew he couldn't. Getting a call home would just be another reason for his parents to beat him.
"But think about this," Said Cadence (Girl #14), "What if someone is in a movie theatre and they start shouting about a fire. Everybody panics and someone gets trampled and killed. Whose fault is it?"
"The people who trampled them, DUH," Said Roderick (Boy #13).
"But why did they trample them?" Asked Cadence.
"Because they were running," Said Roderick.
"And why were they running?" Asked Cadence.
"Because they thought there was a fire," Said Roderick.
"And why would they think that?" Asked Cadence.
"Because I said so," Said Roderick.
"So, you DON'T think it would be your fault in that instance?" Asked Cadence.
"Nah, girl," Said Roderick, "It's all those idiots who trampled them."
Now Cadence was mad. She thought about saying something else but she knew if she did, she would explode and get in trouble.
"So if somebody kills themselves and leaves a suicide note that said it was all your fault for bullying them, you wouldn't care?" Asked Linda (Girl #6).
"Nope," Said Dave (Boy #7), "Unless you actually point the gun at them and pull the trigger, it wasn't your fault."
At this point Alfred couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand these peoples' ignorance. He stood up. Everybody started at him. He needed to choose his words carefully. What was he going to say exactly? Everyone had their eyes on him. "I know what it's like… to want to take your own life," He said.
There were a few gasps around the classroom. Someone snickered. "Dude, get some medicine and get over it," Said Devin (Boy #12).
"It figures an idiot jock like you would say that," Said Alfred. Devin balled his hand into a fist. He was so going to get this kid later. "You guys have no idea how much being bullied hurts, you've never experienced the pain that I've faced."
"I've been bullied before," Said Kamryn (Girl #9) on the other side, "And I still think people should get to say what they want."
"Sorry to tell you this, but sexual assault is only a crime when the other person doesn't want it," Said Alfred. At this there were gasps and an outraged look on Kamryn's face. Now Alfred had the cheerleaders pissed at him too.
"Okay Alfred that's enough," Said the teacher.
Alfred knew he had gone too far with that. Now all the jocks and cheerleaders would hate him even more. But boy did it feel good to get that off of his chest.
Alfred had to serve detention for what he said to Devin and Kamryn, and get a severe beating, but he really didn't care. It was all still worth it.
Alfred had begun crying as he sat back in his seat. People like Wayne (Boy #1) and Zelda (Girl #11) who could somewhat relate to him, felt so sorry for him. But people like Lacey, were not so kind.
She leaned in to Kamryn, Tamia (Girl #18), and Judy (Girl #21) and said loud enough for Alfred to hear, "Jeez, what a pussy." The four girls and some of the jocks began to laugh at this. Alfred could feel the anger boiling up inside of him.
As the teacher wrote Alfred out a detention pass, he knew he was going to be an interesting Subject in the Program. He could tell he was going to either commit suicide, or go on a killing spree. The teacher would have to have a talk with Mr. Walker, the group's English teacher, about this. Maybe make a bet with him about who would win. His money would go on Alfred.
"So you remember that day too I see," Said Lacey as she noticed how angry Alfred had become.
"You bitch, you're going to die," Alfred assured her.
"But I'm the one with the weapon here," Said Lacey.
"Yes, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's over for me," Said Alfred.
"Why do you say that?" Asked Lacey.
"I can still run!" Shouted Alfred. He had caught Lacey completely off guard as he took off at top speed down the hallway. He was an extremely fast runner. He was already far away from where Lacey was.
"Son of a bitch," She said as she ran after him.
Alfred had run around in a complete square, hoping to confuse the dumb broad. He had. Lacey had run off toward some far off area. Alfred was safe and sound where he was now. Except he had no weapon. But that was fine; he could improvise with many things. He searched around the classroom he was in and found a pair of scissors. They would do decently.
"Kris, you're hurting me," Said Tonya (Girl #3) as she and Kristopher (Boy #19) walked down a hallway. Kristopher had a tight grip on her hand.
"Kristopher," He corrected, "And sorry but I don't fucking care."
"Kristopher, we're friends, you can trust me," Said Tonya.
"Just because we're both emo social outcasts, doesn't mean we're friends," He said.
"What about when we were dating?" Asked Tonya.
"What about it?" Asked Kristopher.
"We had fun, we were getting along well," Said Tonya.
"So, that doesn't mean I'm necessarily going to be nice to you. We dated; so what?" Kristopher said as he continued to walk along.
Tonya couldn't believe it. Sure Kristopher was a bad person, and so was she. Sure she had stabbed someone a couple times before but never killed. Kristopher seemed ready and eager to. He also seemed eager to throw her life away anytime he chose to. Tonya knew she had to escape. She came up with an excuse, a crappy one, but one nonetheless.
"Kristopher, I have to pee," Said Tonya.
"Piss in your pants then, we're not going to the bathroom," Said Kristopher.
"There might be people hiding in there," Suggested Tonya. The thought had never occurred to Kristopher. Maybe people were in there.
"Fine, let's go," He said. The two walked into a nearby bathroom. Kris let Tonya go into one of the stalls while he checked the others. Tonya didn't know what to do. Kristopher had her rolling pin and his screwdriver. She was weaponless. She looked around for something she could use. That's it, the toilet tank lid!
"Hurry up!" Shouted Kristopher. Tonya lifted it off the top and opened the door. She quickly slammed it down onto Kristopher's head. No suffering, but that wasn't the intent. She had hit him hard enough to break his skull and end his life right then and there. That was the intent. She didn't want to make her friend suffer. She gently laid the lid on the ground and began to weep. She had killed one of her friends. Tonya had never been an emotional person, but now all of her emotions seemed to be floating to the surface.
In another bathroom in the building, Wallace (Boy #6) was starting to gain consciousness. He had been knocked out earlier by Randolph (Boy #17) and Aliyah (Girl #17). He was starting to come to. He woke up and saw the two standing over him. He screamed.
"Be quiet," Said Randolph. He covered Wallace's mouth before he could say anything. Oh no, crazy people! Wallace had been a fan of the Program and knew that a LOT of people turned crazy being put into a situation like this. He was face to face with two of them. Or so he thought.