The door hit the wall with a grunt. James raised his head to look at the door. I could see the hopeless look in his eyes. I turned my head to see who the intruders were. As you might have guessed, they were no faces I were familiar with. One of those, the taller one, looked at the other, and stepped forward as the other one nodded him. He looked down at our teacher, who had a pistol, and shot the poor lady. I felt something inside me break. Some screamed, I heard someone throw up at the back. The shorter guy walked slowly through the room, examining the walls. He then looked down at us. Jean jumped on her feet and leaped towards him, holding her knife out towards him. Small Ben (the nickname I had made for him) shot her mid-air. I heard some girls, and a couple of boys, sob. I scanned the students. Most of us were already broken. The rest had given up. Then, I heard some other guy from the back -Jean’s boyfriend, I think- stand up. “Any words? You can’t just walk into our class and start killing us!” he demanded. Big Ben (the taller guy, obviously) walked towards him. He smirked, and tilted his head. I felt like this was our only shot at catching at least one of them off guard. James also must have thought that, in which case he was faster about acting up. He flew towards the guy and his knife smoothly moved through Big Ben’s flesh. Big Ben groaned in agony, and Small Ben dashed towards James. I knew that was my moment to jump in, so I jumped on my feet with adrenaline rushing through my veins(probably) and took a step towards Small Ben. He stopped dead on his tracks, and stood there for a second. I punched him on the face, ducked towards left and stabbed him good. He moaned slightly, and looked for me wildly. With all that excitement, I let out a small scream and punched Small Ben even harder. I remember seeing James fight with the corner of my eye. He was trying hard, but holding up well. Just as I was distracted for a second while watching James, Small Ben ran towards me and sweeped his arm. Suddenly, I felt a burning pain through my stomach. It was really bad for a moment. I put my hand on the wound, and looked at it. No blood. That was better than what it felt like. I sprayed my perfume right into his eyes. He yelled and started moving around like a malfunctioning humanoid robot. I punched him, kicked him on the balls, and stabbed him. I didn’t stop until he fall down, probably dead by then, amd looked around wildly, searching for barely a second for James. He had taken Big Ben out. I remember thinking “What the fuck did come out of that motherfucker?” as he walked towards me with a psychopathic grin. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded. He looked around the class. Everyone had stood up, staring at us. I took a step back towards the whiteboard. I watched the room as people hugged each other in relief and sudden despair they just had felt, and some pat James on the back, grinning as if they had saved the day. I stood there. No one came to me. At least I had thought so, until James waved everyone off and came towards me. By the look on his face, I thought that he was going to tell me to sit down and pay attention to the class. Instead, he hugged me. He then walked towards our now-dead teacher’s body. He looked at her for a second, and reached for her pistol. He softly took the pistol from her hand, and observed it. He nodded to himself, and stood back up. He walked towards me and offered the pistol. “No. Nononono. I can’t use a pistol.” I refused. He raised an eyebrow and lowered his arm. Our moment of peace was quickly distrupted by new gunshots. Yep, exactly where you think they came from: From the corridor. I heard more footsteps. James yelped right there, and I felt my grip on the perfume tighten. I looked back at James. “What now?” I demanded, my voice slightly trembling. He frowned, and turned towards the class. “You all heard that. No help is coming. So yeah-“ His voice started to tremble a lot, so he paused and coughed a couple of times. “-we have to fight.” A minute passed with total silence except for those heavy footsteps rumbling outside. Then, to our luck, people started to walk towards us. They held their knives tightly, and waited as a couple more people walked up. As everyone mumbled to each other, someone grew impatient. “What are we gonna do now? Wait them out?” James frowned, and clapped a couple of times for attention. (That fucker really has the teacher vibes) Once he was satisfied with the number of people looking at him, he explained what we were going to do.

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