I don't know how many people I have killed, but it was more than you can count on one hand.
My high school was attached to the gym, which was where I had been preserving all of the bodies. 6 so far, I think. It didn't bother me that I had killed these men, or why, I couldnt be found out. Although if the bodies were found, I would be the last person suspected.
The first day, with my first schedule heading down the hallways and up the stairs I find my classroom, slightly empty but the walls were the perfect shade of warm yellow the lights were so dim in there. At home my mom told me she had gotten a job at the maceys or some department store at the mall, I was happy for her, maybe I would get a job too, but money was too easy without a shift clock in right now.
Second day, sitting in the very back of this messy yellow room. I am pretty sure I know all of these people, even though im dreaming.
The building shakes, they say "terrorist attack," and "monster."
I hope this building shaking doesnt disturb those corpses.
Nobody leaves the room, a boy made the door explode with his magic, but that did no help.
Lots of hugs, kisses, crying and screaming, I dont see any cell phones.
When our building goes down, I need to push a button high on the wall.
I can feel gravity leaving my feet and my hands feeling for something to grab onto, I see floating hair of girls being thrown across the room , I see regretfull men, and scared boys. I see a pole, and hold onto it. Were upsidedown, I need to get to that button.
Through the lost door a metal monster speaks to a man on the floor. He goes pale, and quiet and the floor leaves my feet and were all flying down fast for the ground.
Most of us are okay, we run through the sewer, the only thing not destroyed we could hide in.
Met by fellow survivors we sit down, the pale man grabs a roll and quickly dresses it with marmalade. I watch him do this, with his shaky hands and true concern.
I start walking to the mall, I need to find my mom.
All those bodies, have died in this attack.
Thats what they'll all believe anyway.
but the bloodsoaked arms and hands and mind, I might not be able to stay sober to this bloodlust, it is an attack, it is..too easy.
Only I heard what that beast whispered to the pale man, its time to level out the city. Ive never come so prepared.
