Fatal: Part 1 (The First Snow)

Chapter 8 (Trigger Warning)

"Hey." McKayla whispers, lightly nudging the person, "Hey, it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. Are you okay? Are you - " But McKayla rolls the person over and sees that they are indeed dead.

McKayla gasps and scurries away. She isn't paying attention to where she's going though and hits her head on a locker. She once again yells out in fear and pain, not even caring if she gives herself away at this point.

McKayla continues crying. She needed to get out of here.

"Help!" She yells, "Somebody please help me! HELP ME! PLEASE!"

But no one comes.

None of the classroom doors open.

McKayla swallows, then moves her position so that she's laying on her stomach. She then begins crawling army-style, calling for help as she did so. She just hoped she would attract the attention of anyone but the shooter.

x

Matt is about to fire his gun, when he hears screaming outside the chemistry lab.

"Help! Somebody PLEASE HELP ME!"

"What the Hell?" Matthew mutters. He slowly goes over and looks through the small glass window of the door and sees a girl, crawling on the floor, a trail of blood behind her; it was coming from her.

Mattew gasps. He suddenly whirls around and points his gun to the jock.

"You," He says, "Go out there and see who that is."

"What?"

"Ask her if her name is McKayla McClain. I will have this gun pointed at you. You run, I shoot."

There's a pause. No one moves.

"DO IT!" Matthew yells.

The jock puts his hands up in surrender, then goes to the door and opens it. He steps outside the classroom. The girl on the floor gasps and looks up at him in surprise and fear. He slowly approaches her and kneels down to her.

"Is your name McKayla McClain?"

McKayla wasn't sure if she should, but she nodded.

The jock stands back up, "It's her."

Matthew walks out, "You all stay in there or I shoot." He calls into the chemistry lab.

McKayla gasps, "Matty?!"

Matthew just looks down at his sister, tears in his eyes.

"Why?!" McKayla asks through tears, "Why would you d-do something like this?!" She asks, struggling to hold herself up. Her energy was draining.

Matthew kneels down next to her, "I'm so sorry, Kay. I was trying to protect us from them. I never meant for you to get hurt..." He sobs. Both siblings were in tears.

Matthew looks around and suddenly finds a bracelett on the ground amongst the things people had dropped in the midst of the chaos before. He picks it up and slips it on McKayla's wrist.

"I love you." He says to her, "And I promise you, whatever happens, I will always be with you."

"Please don't do this." McKayla begs, "Please. Just turn yourself in. I'll go with you. It'll be okay. Just please, Matty..."

"I'm sorry, Kay..." Matthew says. He points the gun at the jock, who had been standing there the whole time.

"Pick her up." Matthew demands.

The jock nods and scoops McKayla up bridal style.

Matthew stands, "I'm so sorry, Kay...You'll be okay now though. You'll see." He says. He then looks to the jock, "Make sure she stays awake and that she gets medical attention...I love you, Kay."

"Matt...Don't..." McKayla says, feeling more and more drowsy by the second.

Matt takes McKayla's hand and kisses her forehead. He then steps back and looks to the jock.

"Go."

The jock swallows, then turns and walks away as Matthew goes back into the chemistry lab. He slams the door shut...And opens fire.

BANG!

The senior slut.

Screams fill the air.

BANG!

A cheerleader.

BANG!

One nerd.

BANG!

Two nerds.

BANG!

A minority girl.

BANG!

A black boy.

There's a pause.

BANG!

The jock stops and his stomach drops, "Eight shots...But only seven people..."

McKayla comes to the realization, "Unless he..."

There's a pause.

McKayla's eyes widen and she uses her last bit of energy to scream at the top of her lungs as the jock carries her out into the blinding light of the sun.

A/N: 116 days clean, down the drain. Fuck.

Scissorhands.