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9:45A.M. - Ms. Edgar's Classroom, North Hallway

Emily's mind reeled. She stared at Mona with wide eyes. Why was Mona doing this? Why? Around her, she could hear some of her fellow classmates sobbing. She could not believe that Mona – or her…helper? – had just blown half of Ms. Edgar's face off. Ms. Edgar was a sweet woman in her mid-forties; she lived to teach and enrich the lives of her students.

"W-what are you doing?" Emily croaked. Her voice sounded tiny and hoarse, like she had just swam a hundred laps while screaming.

Mona's lips twitched up into an amused smirk.

"We're spicing things up. But guess what?"

Emily swallowed.

"What?"

"You will love my partner. She'll come back once she –"

Mona's voice was lost by the crackle of the PA system. There was a loud screeching sound, and a pause. Then a song drifted out from the speakers.

"My lover's got humor

She's the giggle at a funeral"

Emily's mouth went dry and she burst into sobs. What the hell? What was going on? She frantically wiped at her eyes, embarrassed to be crying in front of someone who was literally killing her classmates. Just then, Mona's partner waltzed back into the room, unmasked. And Emily wanted to throw up. Standing next to Mona, clad in all black, hair pulled up into a tight bun, lips glossed a dark red, was one of her very best friends. She had known this girl since preschool. They had done everything together. Cried during sad movies, snuck into R-rated films when they were twelve, and now…now she was killing her friends. Emily licked her lips and stared into eyes that were once bright and full of life, only now they were dark. Black. Soulless.

"W- why are…"

Only she never finished her question. Pain exploded in her chest and she felt like someone was stabbing her. Her classmates around her were screaming in terror. Emily somehow lost control of her body, because she fell toward and slumped on the floor as blood pooled around her chest. There was so much pain. Everything was blurry. And then…it was peaceful.

The last thing Emily Fields was consciously aware of was Aria's furious face and a

"I wanted to kill her. Goddamnit, Mona!"

And then Emily slipped away as the light faded from her eyes.

10:34A.M. - Mr. Fitz's Classroom, South Hallway

Spencer always prided herself on her logic. Her rational thinking. But she was for once, stunned into silence. Kids were shooting her classmates and friends. That only happened in movies, didn't it? Not here, in Rosewood. All Spencer knew was that the kids around her were hysterical.

Their teacher, Ezra Fitz, had turned off all the lights and he and some kids had managed to create a makeshift lock out of belts and curtains. The curtains and belt had been tied together around the handle of the doorknob, and the end was securely fastened to a nailed-down table in the back of the classroom.

Ezra had looped it around all of the table's legs, in what Spencer knew, was a vain attempt to keep the shooters out, should they decide to show up.

The kids in Spencer's classroom fell silent as an all-too-familiar song continued to play on a loop from the speaker above their class.

"I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knives

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life"

The song was disgustingly haunting. Spencer felt sick. She was sure this was all some sick prank. Her fingers numbly threaded through Aria's shiny hair. Words of comfort fell from her lips, but Spencer couldn't even register what she was saying to Alison, but she did stop trembling. Just a little.

Any sense of comfort the kids had disappeared as laughter and pounding footsteps outside their classroom. The tension in the room thickened as the two shooters shot off the doorknob and stormed inside the classroom in a horrible clash of noise and taunting voices.

Spencer's world turned topsy-turvy as her gaze fell upon the shooters. Her brain registered one of them: Mona Vanderwaal.

She tried with every fiber in her being to recognize and acknowledge the other one. The girl who had stolen her heart and just last night shared a romantic evening with her.

Aria barely looked at Spencer as she raised her gun and started firing. Bullets ricochetted off of desks and walls. Ezra had been shot twice; once in the stomach and once in his upper torso. Spencer didn't have to look to know he was dead before he hit the floor.

Kyle Morrison was a foot away, blood pouring out of of his head.

A flower bloomed in the middle of Gretchen Stafford's chest; a dark and sickening red.

"You're so good with a gun, babe." Mona came up behind Aria and wrapped her arms around her waist. "It's so sexy."

Aria's eyes fixed on Spencer and her expression was cold. Stoic.

"Hey Spencer." Her eyes cut to a shaking Ali, whom had since clung to Spencer. "Ali."

Spencer had never seen Aria look so…emotionless. Her heart burned in her chest as Mona dropped kisses on Aria's neck. She couldn't even process what was going on. But the logical part of her brain, the rational side of her could focus on the rifle in Aria's hands, and the fact that it was aimed directly at her and Ali.

It was so quiet in the room Spencer could hear poor Bryce's labored breathing as he bled out somewhere across the room. Spencer tried to speak, but her mouth was stuffed with cotton.

It was Alison's squeaky tone that broke through the silent barrier.

"A-Aria? W-why are you doing this? What are you doing?"

Aria lifted her right shoulder in a tiny shrug.

"The two of us are boozin', havin' a few laughs."

Spencer swallowed. She finally found her voice and was surprised at how calm she sounded.

"P-please don't do this. Why are you doing this, A-Aria?"

Aria's lips turned up at the corners and her smile made ice fizzle in her veins.

"Oh, come on. Where's the fun in this if I tell you? Figure it out."

Spencer felt like someone was thrusting hot coals into her stomach.

"P-please.."

Mona rolled her eyes and pulled Aria into a fierce kiss. Her hands slipped around her hips and she tugged her closer, but one arm steadied itself and trained her gun on Aria's friends. Just in case. She wasn't stupid.

When they finally broke apart, Spencer's face was ashen and she looked positively green.

"Kason Brant," Mona offered nonchalantly.

"W-what?"

Mona sighed.

"Kason. It kind of goes back to him, but he got what was coming to him. If you had been there, I betcha you would have done the same."

Aria grinned and tauntingly waved her gun in Ali's face while Mona turned and fired at antihero student across the room.

"It was a murder but not a crime," she added, in a giddy tone. "Now, who here is ready to die next. Ali?"

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Note: the shooting mentioned in the previous chapter is not that of the Columbine massacre. Columbine happened on April 20th, 1999, but the one mentioned in this story is fictional. However, it will be significant to the story!

I just wanted to clear that up to avoid any confusion! :)