Screams filled the air as everyone in the room obeyed Kyle. He fired a few shots to let everyone know he was not playing around. Stan's eyes widened in complete shock, instantly recognizing that voice, never knowing Kyle would have the audacity to shoot up the school, Stan felt like his heart had stopped. The pressure in his chest was unbearable, he was horrified.

The sound of the gunshots echoed through the gymnasium, and everybody was sent into a panic. The students were screaming and the staff and teachers were trying to keep everything under control. Some of the kids were running and trying to find an exit to leave, and other students were trying to hide. Some blood was visible on the tile, as some people had gotten shot, and that just made everybody panic more.

Kyle looked at everyone in front of him with the eyes of an enraged bull, but he didn't notice his pupils shooting out a brilliant red glow. He gripped his firearm for dear life as he aimed it upward and slowly began to march down the bleachers. The first person his AK's barrel aimed at was perfectly between Clyde Donovan's brown eyes.

"Clyde Donovan."

Kyle muttered, his gun gesturing for Clyde to get on his knees and turn around to face away from Kyle. "GO ON! TURN AROUND AND FACE THE FLOOR!" For a brief moment, it seemed like Clyde recognized the voice of the manic young boy ordering him around, but before Clyde could plead for his life, With a loud bang, Clyde was gone. More screams and cries filled the air along with a metallic odor, blood, and pieces of brain spattered against the floors as Kyle moved methodically from one victim to the next . Kyle widely and sharply smiled under his mask. He knew he was only getting started. And manically laughed loudly making sure everyone knew he was totally in control and aware of what he was doing. He began to walk down the bleachers once more to pick his next target. He saw Cartman and Heidi curled up to each other for dear life.

"Eric Cartman!." Kyle yelled out loudly, in a controlling manner. Rage consumed him, fueled by years of bullying, isolation, and frustration.

"P-P-Please W-W-whoever you a-are! Don't k-k-kill meeeeee..!" Cartman wailed loudly as he gripped onto his girlfriend tighter. "Pft, why would I do that?!" Kyle said, lowering the barrel of the AK to Cartman's lower stomach. "It would be much funnier seeing you shit in a colostomy bag and suffer than dying," Kyle added laughing. "W-What?!" Cartman choked out "N-n-No!" Heidi screamed covering her ears as Kyle shot 4 rounds into Cartman's stomach. Cartman screamed sharply and struggled to move before quickly passing out from the pain and shock.

Kyle walked through the hall towards Stan, and then stopped and aimed the barrel of the gun right in between Stan's eyes. He stared coldly and took the gun away from his head. "You can't stop me," he shouted, tears streaming down his face. "I'm doing this because...because...because I hate you all! you made fun of me every chance you got!" Kyle screeched... but everyone was confused... Since Kyle was dressed differently, and his voice was made anonymous by his mask, so they didn't even recognize him.

"Do not Fucking say anything about this, I SWEAR TO GOD YOU WILL CEASE TO EXIST!". Kyle slammed the stock of the AK47 over Stan's face harshly, knocking out a tooth and bloodying up his nose, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Kyle yelled as he aimed his gun at Butters and shot him in the chest, seemingly killing him on impact. He stared down at Stan and then spoke again, with a calm yet deadpan tone in his voice.

"Stan Marsh, the only person who gave a general shit about me, I grant you the chance to live."

Kyle mumbled, chuckling, and smirking widely under the bandana. Kyle heard sirens, somebody must have run off and called 911. The sounds of police sirens grew louder as they approached the school. But it was too late; Kyle had already claimed dozens of innocent lives, and he didn't regret a thing. "F-fuck!". Kyle panicked and made a run for it, shooting round after round trying to kill as many people as possible and possibly carry less ammo on him. (less ammo means less evidence.) He then slid army style quickly behind a trash can to reload... then he opened fire once more, everyone was being stupid and running around in different directions. "Hehe.. Red Light!" Kyle shouted the cringe sentence as he dumped a massive amount of rounds until his AK smoked as if he just satisfied the gun's sexes, of course, it's not anatomically correct. It's a fucking metaphor, you pebble. Kyle made a break for it and busted through a set of push doors and saw a door on the other side of a long hallway, and as he rounded the corner, Kyle saw the chaos unfolding before him. Kids screaming, jostling, and pushing each other around, many people were running down that hall. He did what he had to do, he reloaded and charged through the group opening fire, and bulldozed through the group of people to get to the door, it ended up being the basement door

"The basement! They won't find me there!" So he quickly made his way into the basement of the school after making sure the people down the hallway were either dead or unconscious. He ran down the seemingly never-ending hall and found a tall barrel and a tarp in the basement. He grabbed the tarp and jumped inside. He breathed hard, he didn't want to make a sound but was desperate to catch his breath, he wanted to get away with this, he planned this out so perfectly, he didn't want his plan to fail. "months of preparation, it's starting to pay off!" Kyle chuckled to himself "I managed to kill more than my estimated kill count, 57 people, 39 students, the rest were teachers and one kindergartener." Kyle thought to himself. He took the time to memorize his kill count. A long 5 hours went by and he was still hiding. The entire place felt silent. He checked the time on his phone. It was 5 hours after school, well, it would have ended before then, but that was obviously different today. As many kids left school early today, some left and went to Heaven, Hell, or the hospital.

Kyle lifted up the tarp and climbed out of the barrel then exited the basement quickly. He was greeted by a strong smell of iron and carnage. The police did not bother to clean up the scene. All they did was extract survivors. People pronounced dead were left there to rot. Kyle looked at his creation "Heh, I'm honestly not surprised the cops didn't clean this up, heh, gives me a chance to admire my work." Kyle said laughing as he poked random bodies with the tip of his AK.

Then suddenly, he looked at his bloody creation once again and laughed insanely. He was feeling a strange burning euphoria. The smell of blood was calming, and the smell of gunpowder from the barrel of his gun was soothing. " It's always nice to take time to smell the roses." bodies lay strewn across the floors like ragdolls, blood pooling around them like ruby-colored puddles...More than half the student body lay slain.

Then suddenly fell carelessly and closed his eyes and landed down in the middle of some dead bodies...

"I found relief from all the pain...

But I'll probably be back in action in no time". Kyle grinned, chuckling, turning the safety switch on his AK47 and got an uncontrollable urge to snuggle it, then he spoke softly and gently "You're the only one that understands me, Huh mister AK?". Kyle without thought named his prized possession and played around with his Gun, and a few minutes later, He got sleepy.

"Night Night Mister AK," Kyle said, holding Mr. AK close to his chest, and felt his own heartbeat pump against his beloved firearm before he fell asleep peacefully.