A/N: The rest of this story is going to have in multiple P.O.V's in each chapter
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Chapter Six: Rampage
Blake laughed as he heard peoples screams of fear as he walked by the classroom doors. 'Man, this was a lot of fun' he thought wit ha smile. 'They all deserve it. Whenever the jocks beat me, they would just stand there and laugh.'
"Blake"
Blake jumped at the voice and turned around. Aaron rushed up to him and clapped him on the shoulder. His eyes were dancing with delight.
"The plan is working, dude" he said.
"Yeah, it is. But, you didn't hit Oliver or Lilly did you?" Blake asked quietly.
"I don't think I did" Aaron said, tapping his chin.
"I hope you didn't" Blake mumbled in reply.
"I know they were some of your good friends. If I did hurt them, then. . .I'll never forgive myself" Aaron said quietly.
"Tell me something" Blake said crossing my arms. "Will you forgive yourself after this is over? I mean, we could go to jail."
"It'll be worth it. Look, I'm not saying I want to back out of this" Aaron said in a suddenly harsh voice. "All I'm saying is, I'll never forgive myself if I hurt your friends."
"Fine" Blake mumbled, putting more shots in his gun. "Let's keep going. Where's the one place that a lot of people would hide?" Aaron ran his hand through his hair as he thought. He snapped his fingers and turned to Aaron.
"The science lab" they cried in unison. Aaron started forward, but Blake grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back.
"There are many small rooms in the library. Go and check there. If there are any jocks, shoot them. If people don't follow your orders, shoot them" he said quietly.
"No problem" Aaron replied with a nod. The two of them ran off in different directions.
I looked up as kids ran by the door screaming. Doors were being slammed shut and lights in the hallways were going off.
"What's going on?" I asked aloud.
"I don't know, Mr. Stewart" my chemistry teacher said, his voice shaking slightly. Everybody in my class jumped at a popping sound.
"Jackson"
I turned and looked at my best friend, Cooper. He was leaning out of his seat and motioning for me to do the same. I looked at the teacher and leaned towards him.
"What?" I asked. We jumped as another popping sound was heard.
"That sounded like a gun shot, dude" Cooper whispered.
"It can't be. No one is that stupid as to bring a gun to school" I whispered back.
"It is if they were bullied and wanted revenge. I heard lots of stories like this" Cooper replied.
"But, that's-"
"May I have your attention, please?" our Chemistry teacher said over everyone's voices. He was staring at his computer. "There is a shooter on campus. He has already fired two shots and injured two people."
"Oh my god" I heard Cooper whisper. Some people started to scream. Some kids went rushing to the door, but our teacher got their first.
"But, if there's a shooter, why didn't someone announce it on the PA system?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"The PA system is broke, Jackson. Remember?" Cooper asked. I watched as our teacher locked the door to the room and turned of the lights.
"Turn your tables over and get behind them, now" our teacher commanded.
"Miley" I whispered as my lab partner, Thor, and I flipped over our table. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and turned it on. "Aw, not a lot of battery left." I speed dialed Miley's number and waited for her to pick up. But, I went straight to voice mail. "Ugh, why do you keep forgetting to turn on the phone?" I then dialed home.
"Dad! Dad! Pick up the phone right now. It's important!"
"Dad! Dad! Pick up the phone right now. It's important!"
I sighed heavily hearing my son's voice. 'What did he do now? I hope he didn't forget his gym clothes again' I thought as I walked over to the phone.
"Hello, Jackson" I said into the phone with a heavy sigh.
"Dad! Listen-"
"What'd you forget this time? Your gym bag?" I asked.
"Well. . .yes but-"
"I'm not going all the way down there to give you your stuff, Jackson" I interrupted.
"You don't understand-"
"No, Jackson you don't understand" I said, leaning against the counter.
"Dadthere'saguywithagunhereatschool.Healreadyfiredtwoshotsandinjuredtwopeople" Jackson said all in one breath.
"What'd you just say?" I asked, rushing over to the TV.
"There's a guy here at the school with a gun. He fired two shots. . .three shots and injured two people" Jackson replied slowly, breathing deeply.
"Ok, ok. Calm down son" I said, flipping through the channels on the TV.
"Dad, I don't know where Miley is. I don't know if she's ok" Jackson replied.
"Did you try calling her?" I asked.
"Her phone is off" Jackson replied.
"OK, Jackson, try and calm down" I said, sitting down on the couch.
"Dad, I'm really scared" Jackson replied. "I hope Miley's ok and-oh god."
"What is it?" I asked, feeling my heart beat fast.
"The shooter-"
"Jackson? Jackson?" I said into the phone. My heart sank as I heard the dial tone. I sighed and hung up. I left the phone beside me on the couch and continued flipping through the channels.
Melody stiffened as she heard footsteps headed towards the library.
"Everything will be ok" I said quietly, placing my hand on her shoulder.
"I'm really scared" she whispered.
"I am too. But, we have to be brave. We'll get out of this" I replied.
I jumped as the door to the library swung open. Melody opened her mouth to scream, but I slapped my hand over it to keep her quiet. Tears started to fall down her cheeks. My heart beat quickened.
From under the table, I saw a pair of black boots and baggy jeans. I would have bent forward even more, but I was afraid that they would have seen me.
"Aaron?" a voice asked.
The person stopped walking. I heard the cocking of a gun and the guy curse under his breath.
"Aaron, what are you doing?"
"All right, every jock that's in here, on their feet. Now" the boy cried. "I said now." I heard people all around me get to their feet. "All right, now the cheerleaders."
I heard Melody gasp. Tears fell faster down her cheeks. From this, I could tell that she was a cheerleader. I tightened my grip on her hand.
"Get up, now" the boy yelled. Melody let out a little shriek and got to her feet.
'Please don't let him hurt her' I thought, squeezing my eyes shut. I opened them when I heard footsteps headed towards me. I shook as the boy knelt down and glared at me.
"Get up" he growled. I was frozen with fear. I screamed as he hit me in the face with the butt of the gun. "I said get up." He grabbed the collar of my shirt and dragged me out from underneath the table.
"Aaron, why are you doing this?" a girl with pig tails and freckles asked.
"I'm tired of being bullied" 'Aaron' replied shortly. "Now, back up against that wall."
The group of us, which is about twelve people, quickly moved to the back wall. A door was to my right. I lightly stepped on Melody's toes and motioned towards the door.
She pinched me in the arm to say that she noticed. Then, she stepped on the toes of the kid to the her left and so on. The plan was set.
"Now, stay there and watch as I kill all the rest of the kids who wouldn't do anything to stop my getting beat" Aaron said with a frown.
"You're crazy, dude. This is sick" a guy cried out.
I flinched as Aaron pointed the gun at him and fired. I watched as the figure of the boy toppled over, the carpet soaking the blood. Aaron cocked the gun and pointed it at the next kid and fired.
The twelve of us flinched each time a shot was fired and a kid fell over, blood splattering over the floor, table legs, and books. Melody buried her face into my side. I wrapped my arms around
her in a big hug.
"Hey, I told you to watch. If you don't I'll blow your brains out, bitch" Aaron said, pointing the gun at Melody.
"Don't call her that" I cried.
"You bastard" Aaron swore, pointing the gun at me.
Melody shrieked as he fired a shot. It blew out the window behind us. I felt some of he glass embed itself into my back. But, Melody straightened and wiped away her tears.
Aaron fired shot after shot, injuring or killing everyone else in the library. Melody tapped me in the back three times. I nodded slightly. On three I was supposed to open the door and run out.
"You're going to jail for this! Why kill innocent people?" the librarian asked.
"Innocent? You people aren't innocent at all" Aaron cried, his eyes narrowing in hatred.
I felt on tap on my leg. . .
"You never helped me when I was being bullied" Aaron said, shaking with anger. "None of you did."
I felt a second tap on my leg. . .
"Only three people out of the whole school helped my friend who was getting bullied. Maybe you know him. His name was Blake. He's helping me with this shooting process" Aaron continued.
"Blake?" I whispered in shock.
I felt a third tap on my leg.
I quickly turned to the door, unlocked it and rushed out.
"Hey!" Aaron yelled.
I stood in the hall, helping people get out the door. I screamed as shot after shot after shot was fired. Melody screamed and fell to the floor. I knelt down next to her.
"My leg" she moaned. I gasped when I saw the blood flowing freely. "I've been shot."
"Come on" I said, pulling her to her feet.
I felt a warm substance rolling down my arm. I looked at my arm and saw that I had gotten shot too. . .
"Jake, where are we going to go?" I asked, tightening my grip on Jake's hand.
"Somewhere safe" Jake replied. "Here. Come in here."
He pulled me into a classroom and closed the door behind us. He looked at everybody in the room and flipped off the lights. He went to lock the door and cursed under his breath.
"What's wrong?" a voice asked from the shadows.
"This door's lock is broken" Jake replied. "Miley, help me push this table in front of the door."
Shaking, I rushed over to where he was and helped him push the heavy table up against the door.
"Good. That should keep us safe. Is everybody in here ok?" Jake asked as I sat on the floor near the back of the room.
"Yeah, we're all fine" a guy whispered.
"Just some cuts and scrapes here and there" another girl added.
"Jake, why did you help me?" I asked quietly. Jake looked at the sunlight that was coming in through the blinds at the back of the room.
"You should know by now, Miles. I like you. . .a lot. You were the first girl who saw me as Jake Ryan the person" Jake said quietly. "You saw the conceded part of me and was turned off automatically. You tried to accept me for me."
"Oh" I said quietly.
That was all I could say. Sure, I was happy that he liked me. I liked him too. But, what would he say if I told him I was Hannah Montana? Maybe he wouldn't like me anymore. I jumped as the door slid open and someone fell inside.
I rushed up the stairs to the second floor of the school. Every light was off. It was really dark. I put my hand on the wall to find my way down the hall.
Suddenly, I fell sideways into a room. I heard screams all around me. I got to my feet and brushed off my clothes. I turned and looked at everybody that was huddled in the back of the room.
"All you jocks, get up and get in that corner" I said, pulling out my gun. "Now."
"Blake? Is that you?"
"Miley?" I asked in disbelief. I lowered my arm with the gun and stared at Miley in shock.
"Blake, why are you doing this? Did you hurt Lilly and Oliver? Did you? Did you fire the first shot?" Miley asked. I shook my head.
"No. Miley-"
"Why are you hurting innocent people?" Miley yelled.
"None of you are innocent" I yelled back and rushed out of the room.
I headed down the hall and rammed my shoulder into one of the science lab doors. I heard chairs scraping across the floor. I rammed my shoulder in to the door once again. Pain shot up my arm.
"This is ridiculous" I spat and aimed the gun at the door hinges.
I fired three shots and rammed the door with my shoulder again. The door fell in and I didn't hesitate to open fire. Kids were screaming in fear and agony. Some of them rushed to the back windows and opened them. They hesitated before jumping out.
I quickly left the library through the entrance I came in and rushed down the halls, seeing if I could cut off the escapees. I ran down the hall and slowed down when I saw the bathrooms.
I looked at the women's bathroom and tilted my head to the side in thought. 'People could have hid in there thinking that a guy wouldn't come in' I thought. I smirked as I kicked the swinging door, my gun pointed ahead of me. I stepped into the bathroom and everybody inside screamed.
Some people rushed into the stalls and locker themselves in. I laughed and started firing off shots. I watched as the blood hit the wall or the floor. Staining the white room red. The screams of pain were music to my ears.
I looked closely at everybody's faces. They all looked dead. I wasn't going to take any chances with staying in the bathroom. So, I turned and fled. . .