The First Victims

Ivan walked innocently down the hallway in his usual trench coat. It was nice out today and he spotted a half invisible Matthew. "Hello Matvey," the giant smiled.

"H-hello Ivan," The quiet Canadian greeted back. Ivan didn't really know what to say, but he felt like walking with Matthew. Ivan smiled warmly as they passed the art room. Matthew noticed Ivan's smile and looked over at the Art room door.

The teacher had apparently put up a large poster of a sunflower. "I like Art class. I'm glad they didn't cut it." Matthew agreed. Next to the large poster of a detailed sunflower was a magnificent Maple Leaf. Matthew and Ivan loved Art class. It was considered stupid for the class to even be thought of, but they both liked it. They could escape the bland boring walls and see some color.

"I don't care if it's High School. Art class is needed, not to mention it's nice." The large Russian smiled warmly at the beautiful paintings and colors. Ivan felt truly happy, but it didn't last for long. Suddenly needles stabbed Ivan from the inside. All of his senses screamed to run, and he didn't know why. Ivan looked down the other end of the hallway and saw why. Ivan saw a student down the hallway holding a large weapon. Ivan saw the gun wasn't pointed at him… it was pointed at Matthew. No! Matvey! Ivan jumped in front of Matthew-BANG! Ivan felt the searing hot pain stab through his chest. BANG! BANG! Ivan started to fall and he couldn't completely save Matthew from the third shot. The third bullet went through Ivan's shoulder and hit Matthew on the side of the head. Ivan hit the floor and his chest burned. It hurt to breathe, but it didn't matter. Ivan heard a high pitched scream come from his little sister and Ivan had to yell. "Down! Seester!" Ivan boomed and Natalya was shot. A hot tear escaped Ivan's eyes.

The shooter had his gun aimed straight for Matthew. Matthew knew he was next too. Suddenly something large flew and slammed the shooter to the ground. "You son of a bitch!" The object yelled. Alfred had just saved Matthew.

Sharp pains flew through Ivan and repeatedly stabbed him. "Natalya, Natalya!" Ivan tried to yell but it wasn't fully coming out. He was choking on something. Ivan had one big wet cough and saw why… Blood… Ivan couldn't breathe. It felt like he was suffocating, like he was drowning. He was drowning… in his own blood. Ivan was rolled onto his back.

"I… n… Ivnn! " Someone was yelling but his hearing wasn't fully there… It was Matthew.

Matvey is okay… Wait… "Mat… vey…" Ivan coughed. "You're bleeding."

Matthew ignored the headache and the sharp pain in the side of his head. It stabbed him, but he had to ignore it. "It's alright Ivan! You'll be okay! I'll get help!" Matthew was about to pull out his phone when Ivan put a hand over the phone.

"I don't… care… about that… Is… Natalya… Check her…" It was getting ridiculously hard to breathe and it burned and stabbed as he tried to keep breathing.

Matthew scrambled over to Natalya who had Ivan's bigger sister trying to wake her up. "Is she okay?" Matthew quickly asked.

Katyusha was in tears trying to wake up her younger sister.

Matthew put his ear to Natalya's mouth. There was only silence. Maple! No! He listened as hard as he could and heard her raspy breathing. "She's alright! Ivan!" Matthew scrambled back to the large man choking and coughing blood onto the floor.

Ivan had blood trickling down from the side of his mouth and his coat was drenched in blood. "She… Okays?" Matthew nodded hard enough to give himself a bigger headache. "She's alive, but you have to stay for her. You have to keep breathing." Ivan coughed up even more blood. "Easier… to say… than do…" Matthew watched Ivan's eyes slowly dull. Ivan held on by a thread trying to stay alive for his sisters.