gathering of 600 plus prospective students and Fox Valley State University employees had no idea what I had in store for them.
In less than one minute we would make our entrance. In less than one hour they would lose count of the death toll. In less than one day we would have vanished without a trace. And in less than one week we would be unstoppable.
The six Strangers that accompanied me cradled their assault rifles as they patiently awaited my signal.
Inside the gym, the clueless occupants had no idea why the shutters to all the windows slowly started to retract. They must have thought the flickering lights were nothing more than a technical glitch. When the lights went out completely and the entire gym was engulfed in blackness, they literally could not have seen what came next.
The first pipe bomb that I hurled into the crowd hit a guy in the face and fell to the floor. I quietly laughed, as I watched the idiot kneel and pick up the crude device.
As he pulled the bomb closer to his face, I flipped up my night vision goggles so as not to miss the imminent beauty of the explosion in the darkness. I was not disappointed as a brilliant fireball erupted from within the blackness, lighting up the entire gym. Before the blast dissipated and plunged the gym back into darkness, I locked eyes with a confused female student standing less than five feet away from us. The fear in her eyes was ineffable. I thought she would scream, but she simply stood there frozen in terror.
I stood aside and motioned towards the exit behind us. She darted past me, no doubt thankful for what she thought was my compassion. The spray of automatic gunfire that I unleashed upon her back just as she reached the exit brought her to her knees. She quivered with fear as I approached her and withdrew the .50 caliber handgun holstered on my right hip. Pipe bombs deployed by my Strangers drowned out the sound of the final gunshot that put her down.
The hysterical crowd stormed away from the ensuing explosions and rushed toward the main exits. The realization that the main exits were chained and therefore, inaccessible, forced them to turn and rush toward the back exits where we stood waiting with our assault rifles thrust before us.
There were only seven of us, and six hundred of them, but we packed more than enough bullets to go around. We were gods among men as our bullets sank into their flesh and extinguished the lives that none of them rightfully deserved. Despite their overwhelming numbers and influence, they were powerless to stop us.
Their bodies fell to the floor at the same rate as our bullet casings.
It was beautiful.
I stopped shooting for a moment to revel in the magnificence of my greatest masterpiece.
18. AFTERMATH
ADAM:
I STAYED AT HOME AND TOOK IT EASY FOR THE REST OF the weekend. The house was a lot calmer with PJ away on his visit to the Fox Valley State University. He would be graduating from high school soon and college was naturally the next step for him. His grades were not the best, but he had recently posted near perfect scores on the SAT and ACT. He never really seemed that interested in college, but I suppose he knew that college was the only way that he could make it out of the crappy life that we had.
I figured he must have been having a blast because, by the time I left for school on Monday, he still had not yet returned.
The idea of him going off to college and leaving me alone with our family brought on a sense of dread as I got off the school bus and headed toward the cafeteria. He and I had grown apart as we got older, but I still loved him. It was still nice having him around. It was hard not to feel depressed as I thought about living at home with just my mother and my pitiful excuse of a father.
Howie and Jason were already seated and conversing as I approached our table at breakfast. They both stopped talking as soon as they noticed me. This seemed odd to me but I didn’t mention it.
“Morning
In less than one minute we would make our entrance. In less than one hour they would lose count of the death toll. In less than one day we would have vanished without a trace. And in less than one week we would be unstoppable.
The six Strangers that accompanied me cradled their assault rifles as they patiently awaited my signal.
Inside the gym, the clueless occupants had no idea why the shutters to all the windows slowly started to retract. They must have thought the flickering lights were nothing more than a technical glitch. When the lights went out completely and the entire gym was engulfed in blackness, they literally could not have seen what came next.
The first pipe bomb that I hurled into the crowd hit a guy in the face and fell to the floor. I quietly laughed, as I watched the idiot kneel and pick up the crude device.
As he pulled the bomb closer to his face, I flipped up my night vision goggles so as not to miss the imminent beauty of the explosion in the darkness. I was not disappointed as a brilliant fireball erupted from within the blackness, lighting up the entire gym. Before the blast dissipated and plunged the gym back into darkness, I locked eyes with a confused female student standing less than five feet away from us. The fear in her eyes was ineffable. I thought she would scream, but she simply stood there frozen in terror.
I stood aside and motioned towards the exit behind us. She darted past me, no doubt thankful for what she thought was my compassion. The spray of automatic gunfire that I unleashed upon her back just as she reached the exit brought her to her knees. She quivered with fear as I approached her and withdrew the .50 caliber handgun holstered on my right hip. Pipe bombs deployed by my Strangers drowned out the sound of the final gunshot that put her down.
The hysterical crowd stormed away from the ensuing explosions and rushed toward the main exits. The realization that the main exits were chained and therefore, inaccessible, forced them to turn and rush toward the back exits where we stood waiting with our assault rifles thrust before us.
There were only seven of us, and six hundred of them, but we packed more than enough bullets to go around. We were gods among men as our bullets sank into their flesh and extinguished the lives that none of them rightfully deserved. Despite their overwhelming numbers and influence, they were powerless to stop us.
Their bodies fell to the floor at the same rate as our bullet casings.
It was beautiful.
I stopped shooting for a moment to revel in the magnificence of my greatest masterpiece.
18. AFTERMATH
ADAM:
I STAYED AT HOME AND TOOK IT EASY FOR THE REST OF the weekend. The house was a lot calmer with PJ away on his visit to the Fox Valley State University. He would be graduating from high school soon and college was naturally the next step for him. His grades were not the best, but he had recently posted near perfect scores on the SAT and ACT. He never really seemed that interested in college, but I suppose he knew that college was the only way that he could make it out of the crappy life that we had.
I figured he must have been having a blast because, by the time I left for school on Monday, he still had not yet returned.
The idea of him going off to college and leaving me alone with our family brought on a sense of dread as I got off the school bus and headed toward the cafeteria. He and I had grown apart as we got older, but I still loved him. It was still nice having him around. It was hard not to feel depressed as I thought about living at home with just my mother and my pitiful excuse of a father.
Howie and Jason were already seated and conversing as I approached our table at breakfast. They both stopped talking as soon as they noticed me. This seemed odd to me but I didn’t mention it.
“Morning
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