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Day of Redemption

Summary

A short story of a high school experiencing a mass-shooting in real-time. 

For my Johnnie

           A loud, booming sound rang throughout the halls of Webster High School, shaking every student and teacher to the bone. 

           "There's the first one," Claire whispers to herself. "And, Go!"

           She reaches into her black gym bag and pulls out her main source of destruction and chaos. The loud crash is the kickoff bell, letting her know it is time. She stands up, AK-47 in hand, takes the safety off and aims it at the crowd of classmates huddling by the door, unaware of what is to become of them. She gives out a loud yell as one boy turns to notice her smile, right before she gently pulls the curved trigger. 

           The echoes of firecrackers echo throughout her head as she makes her way out of the classroom and into the hallway, where students run like wild beheaded chickens. Each white with fear and confusion, not able to realize what is happening to their poor school. She watches them, while awaiting her second attraction to go-off. 

            They are homemade bombs she and her boyfriend, John, had made. It was a hobby of theirs to build different things they found in the Anarchist Cookbook. She didn't know she would be using them in the near future. 

             As she wanders the crowded halls, spraying gunfire at anything and anyone in sight, she yells, "It's all your fault! You did this to yourself!"

            In her head, her actions are justified. John, her best friend and lover, had been taunted and humiliated at school on a daily basis. He couldn't even come home to a loving family. His mom being an alcoholic while his dad would beat him constantly. They were completely different from her loving parents—Mom being a house mom and Dad being a teacher at her school. 

           "I just can't take it anymore," he had said to Claire the day before. "Let them pay."

           He said this before he pulled a .22 glock out of his jacket pocket and shot himself in the head. Blood spattered all over Claire's face as she wailed. 

           She ran to his house to tell his parents, but stopped at their front porch which was on the verge of collapse. She peered into the dirty, unkempt windows and watched with hateful eyes as they went on with their disgusting lives. She felt something in her pocket. Something metal and heavy. She forgot she had taken it. 

           They were her first victims in what would be what she called The Day of Redemption

           Bomb number two goes off as planned. 

Everything is going to plan, baby. You're such a genius, she thought to herself. 

           Within five minutes the halls are empty, except for the horrorshow lying in front of her. Bloody bodies lying limp. Some would spasm. Some were still screaming. Smoke floats in the air. She puts down her gun and starts to dance in it as if she is dancing with an invisible partner. 

            "This is what you wanted baby. I didn't let you down, did I?" She says to herself. 

            She is proud at what she had done. Now, she is ready to see not just her maker, but see her Johnny again. 

It is time. 

            She bends down and picks up her rifle as she hears two gunshots go off. They have a different timbre to them. A different sound from her gun. She looks down and sees a wisp of smoke coming out of two holes in her chest, then blood slowly drips down onto the tiled floor. She looks up and through the fog, sees a familiar face. Her father holding up a black pistol, with smoke exhausting out of the short barrel. 

             "I'm sorry, Dad," she manages to breathe out before she descends to her knees, then face slapping the ground.