Lockdown
4:33pm
Damien took a step towards me. He had a bland look on his face, like he was thinking of what to say. And then, he held out the small object in his hand. I got a better look at it.
Small. Like an eraser. Black. With a small, red button on it.
Oh crap.
Damien grinned, nodding, like he knew what I was thinking. "Cool, right?"
"You... You... That's for bombs!" I hissed.
He clapped my shoulder, almost knocking me over. "Good for you, Robin Wayne."
And then I heard a phone ring.
That same ring I heard earlier in the library.
Riiinnnngggg....
Riiinnngggg....
I looked at Damien, who held his hand out. "You do the honors, survivor."
I looked down at his hand and picked up the small remote detonator. I very much wanted to push the button. Don't ask me why. It just seemed... Fitting. After all that's happened, pushing the button would save me.
Guess I should have listened to my soul.
Because I heard a loud voice, booming, "POLICE! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!"
But it was too late.
I had already pushed the button.
YOU ARE READING
Lockdown
Mystery / ThrillerIt's a normal day at East Delavan High. As normal as any typical story. Classes drone on, pencils scribble against paper and no one can expect what happens next. First, the intercom. Then, the gunshot. Robin Wayne is a sole survivor, trying to esc...
