Hyper

What doesn't kill you definitely doesn't make you stronger

But it wouldn't matter. The police coming in the school would probably make everything worse. Plus, more people could and probably would die in the time it took to get here. I needed to act, before anyone else got hurt.

I finally realized that the gunmen were talking. I didn't know why I did that, but sometimes when I'd be under pressure, I'd zone out. I wouldn't hear anything until I realized sometime was talking.

"So," one of the gunmen said. "Who's next? I think she's perfect. Oh wait, no this guys perfect! Oh, I think he pissed himself! Hilarious! How about you, young man? Do you want to find out if heaven exists after all?"

They were all crying, weeping, screaming for him to stop. The other four people were definitely enjoying it, smiling and nudging each other like they were all buddies out for a night in the town. I felt like I was going to throw up. A lot.

"Should we kill you, madam?" he said to one of the teachers. "Nah, you're too hot. I think I save you for later!"

She whimpered.

This was completely disgusting, the way this guy was talking to these people. I had to do something. A lot of people were crying and screaming desperately, and anger started to fill my vision. Suddenly I felt the same thing I did last night, and I would lost control if the gunmen didn't shoot at the ceiling a bunch of times to get people to stop whimpering. They each shot around three times each, which gave me some hope. Then I noticed that they all had extra clips on their belts.

Only 11 bullets left. If James and I both attack at the same time, we could, I don't know, do something. I hung me head. I couldn't do anything. I caused problems, I didn't fix them! What did I think I'd do, run up to them, Bruce Lee them up, and save the day? I've never even fired a gun!

Then something changed. If this hadn't happened, I probably wouldn't have even moved from my spot, hidden from view. Two of the gunmen grabbed two people from the crowd: my mom and dad.

"Let's make this nice and clear," the second gunman said. "You don't talk, you don't move, you don't even make a sound! If there's any resistance of any kind, I kill these two people. You hear me! I will! Do you want to see any more people dying? No? Then do what I say."

My first thought was, how? Why was my dad here? How is he here? My second thought was about my mom. If they even put and hand on her, I swear...

"Hey, you come here," the third gunman, "I want to see if you've got a nice womanly figure. And to check if you have breast cancer."

The other gunmen laughed, and everyone looked disgusted, but I didn't hear their cries. I should've! But I didn't. All I could think about was one thing. No. No, this isn't happening. Is that who I think it is?

Amanda.

Oh god, not her. Anybody but her.

"Are you deaf?" He said, screaming in Amanda's ear. "You come up here, now! Or I will kill these people!"

She glanced at my dad, with tears in her eyes, and relented, letting herself be pulled up. The gunman looked over to his associates and they all winked at him. Leading Amanda by hand, holding the semiautomatic to her head, he started coming towards us, and James and pressed our bodies against the wall. I held my breath as he walked past us, and didn't let it go until I was sure no one was looking in our direction.

"Leave her alone, you bastards!" My dad screamed. He was hit over the head with one of the shotguns and fell silent.

"If I hear one more word come out of you, I'll blow you're brains out."

I looked over at my dad. He was bleeding from the blow to his head, but he looked fine, other than that. I couldn't focus, however. Anger was starting to cloud my vision again, and I glanced at James. I glanced at the shooters, but they were too preoccupied being perverts. I dashed over to James.