A/N All right people here is chapter 2!
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April 19th, a day that held no significance to anyone at the time. Before the day was through it would be ingrained in the memories of all those who entered the gymnasium of the private high school that day. The morning was clear without a single cloud in the sky, odd for the time of year which was frequently defined by the afternoon storms that occurred.
Courtney's POV
I remember feeling cheated when the horror of the day had finally ended. It should have rained, people died, my life changed for ever and there was nothing not a single drop of water. When it rained I had always thought it meant God was crying that he too was upset about the bad things that occurred. In essence I took the rain to mean that the even was senseless that it shouldn't have happened. But then on that terrible day when my life changed forever not a drop of rain fell from the sky the heat was unbearable and it was the very essence of the phrase 'a beautiful spring day' and I remember a sense of anger that the world dared to appear so cheerful when so many innocent people died and so many lives were destroyed because of the actions of a handful of men. On the day of the attack I tried to be brave I really did, but it was so hard, the leader kept seeking me out and forcing me to do things. I don't think any day will ever match the horror and grief that I have felt as a result of it.
Flashback
"Would you like to know what the game is?" The man asked his voice sending shivers down Courtney's spine.
"…Not really." She responded staring at him levelly despite her fear and then he had grabbed her by her arms and was holding her off the ground.
"I will not tolerate such behavior." The ringleader had said squeezing her with bruising force. "This is for your rudeness." He continued walking over to the bleachers and grabbing a little girl, she couldn't have been older then six or seven. He shot her. Courtney would never forget the scared look in the emerald eyes of the little girl it would haunt her for the rest of her life. "I suggest you remember your place from now on." He said coldly. Courtney could feel tears trail down her face as she nodded.
"Now I want you and your squad to have the first two rows of bleachers descend. I then want you to sort them according to gender and then I want you to survey them, I want you to ask adults their jobs and children their grades, I want to know what activities they're involved in. Ask my partner over there for notepads and pens." The ringleader ordered nodding toward a masked man to his left.
End Flashback
It's my fault that little girl died, only mine. If I had just said yes she could still be alive. If I hadn't been so damn stubborn her family wouldn't have lost her. It's all my fault. If only I could go back and change it all I would. But no matter how many times I go over that day in my head I can't change it, and I think that hurts worse then anything else.
From the Killer's View
It's funny how they thought they could get away with this. The administration of this school expelled me, they repressed my ideas. They refused to see me for the genius I was. I am the future of the world. I understand the division between those who are worthy and those who are useless. They couldn't understand that I needed cleanse the world of those who don't deserve to live in it. They called me insane; a sociopath. They sent me away but I've come back. They failed to recognize my brilliance but now I will enact my program. And I will commence with it here at the very school that refused to see reason. And when my task is completed here they will realize who much time they've wasted; they'll understand the importance of my noble undertaking. And they'll thank me for it; for I will weed away the unworthy ones leaving only the crème de le crème; those who can contribute to creating my utopia.
A/N R&R. This was really hard to right, especially the flashback (shudders). Review!