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What I Want
BPOV
We were too late.
The dark figure was sprinting towards us now. He arrived just as Coach Clapp began to shut the door. Pushing the door open, the man hit Coach Clapp upside the head with his gun rendering him unconscious. Coach Clapp was sprawled out on the floor with blood trickling down his face where the man hit him. It was deadly silent in the gym now. No one spoke, no one moved as the man looked us over with his crazed eyes. It felt like the whole school was silent, almost like the whole planet went still and quiet as my class and I anxiously waited for the man's next move. I wonder if anyone knew that he was here. I wonder if anyone knew our futures could end right here, right now, and no one would be any the wiser. My thoughts, however, were stilled when the man turned the gun onto us.
"Alright all of you back up against the wall." His voice was deep and scratchy. When no one moved he spoke to us again, or more like screamed. "I said move. Your. Asses. To. The. Wall." He said through clenched teeth.
Taking the time now – and also with my brain processing things in an un-normal speed thanks to the adrenaline rush, I really looked at the man. He was about 6'6", huge muscles, tan, with black as night eyes, and black grassy hair tied in a ponytail.
"What do you want with us?" someone dared ask while we slowly and shakily moved back.
"What do I want?" The man asked while giving a dark and twisted laugh. It sounded wrong and evil to my ears. "I want you to get to the wall. Then . . . then, I might have some fun." He said with an evil glint in his eyes.
Everyone around me were either crying silently or trembling in fear. Mike had a shaking Jessica in his arms and Ben was trying to calm down a sobbing Angela. Everyone here was beside themselves. In this horrific situation no one cared about statuses, no one cared about cliques. The only thought running through everyone's heads, I'm sure, was "will me make it out of here – alive? What's going to happen to us? What does this man want with us? What can we do? Will anyone help us – save us?" Will anyone ever show up and help us. Rescue us from this nightmare?
My thoughts were abruptly cut short when a shaky Mike stumbled forward. His hands were up in the universal sign of surrender. Hastily the man pointed the gun at Mike. His beady eyes were flashing all over us. Even from the distance between us, I could see that his eyes were blood-shot, tiny beads of perspiration were slowly making their way down his face, his nose and mouth kept twitching, and there was a red tint to his face. Definitely not a good sign – he was totally high. By the time I finished my observant; Mike just took his third step.
"Come on man. Calm down. We're just kids – scared kids. We don't want trouble. What do you want? We don't have anything on us; our money and valuables are all in the locker rooms."
Huh, I got to hand it to Mike; that was pretty good considering the dire situation. At least it proves that Mike is thinking coherently. But I don't think the man is.
"What I want is you to stay against the wall and do as I say." His eyes skimmed over us again, but unlike last time where his gaze landed on Mike, it stopped somewhere in the middle of the shaken – up –crowd. Slowly – oh so slowly – a grin was formed on his face. The look was almost feral. It was the look of a predator when he stalks his prey and is about to pounce. Its look of when you know the end is near.
"How about this; I'll leave and no one will get hurt here – I'll be out of your lives forever." Everyone let out a breath of relief. Some even started to smile and laugh. "If," Oh god, "I leave with what I want."
It was deathly quiet. Finally, someone broke the silence.
"Wha-wha-what do you want?"
"I want one of you to come with me."
I want one of you to come with me.
I want one of you to come with me.
I want one of you to come with me.
No. No one can – no one will go with him – at least as long as I can help it. Everyone here had a future; I don't. I have no special talent. Heck, I can't even tell the boy I like that I like him. No; I'll go. No one else. I took a step forward and started to speak.
"I'll go." Wait! That wasn't my voice! That didn't come from me! That was a soprano voice that sounded like wind chimes. It came from the middle of the crowd – not from where I was standing off to the right. The man's grin got even bigger, and more sadistic – if it's at all possible. His eyes zeroed in the middle of the crowd where that stupid, selfless kid talked from. I turned my head to the left to have my heart plummet to the ground.
No! No, no, no! God, no! Please let my eyes be wrong! Please, don't let it be true! It can't be true. It can't be this person! No!
Alice Cullen.