13Chapter 5 – I hate Mondays
"Fallen angel head crashes dead out of control
Lost memories staircase twists
Darker rooms lit with left out toys
After playing mean changes toys into tools
Twisted playthings on the staircase fools
Fools weapons well presents the killing game
Who taught the killing game
Who taught the killing game "
The music in Matt's car was deafening, simply so that the friends could avoid speaking about what was about to happen. Matt driving, and Jason in the front seat, they picked up Michael, followed by Davy and finally Stephen.
"Awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tap tap temple door
Locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go
Quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds
Blinds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary
Padded walls not quiet storm's fury burnt out killing time"
Matt stared through the windshield, focusing on driving but thinking of the other friends he had, that he now had to destroy. Some of which hadn't even deserved this. He thought to himself, "it shouldn't have to end like this".
"Who taught the killing game
Time's taught the killing game herself
No I taught the killing game first"
Jason sat glaring out the window at the passing trees, not thinking of very much… only how this would end. There seems to be no sympathy in his heart, not for most of the populous at least. But somewhere, he felt a loss of some people from this school, they were not all useless.
"Passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide
No one view window
Pushing faces through shards cold glass poke bloody holes exposed
I taught the killing game first
I taught the killing game first"
Michael had a million thoughts running through his head, some of which include, "How the hell did this happen?" "Why do I bother with this when a simple air strike would do?" and "Jason had better give me my Pancor jackhammer back." Michael glanced at Jason who was petting the shotgun like some sort of doom kitten.
"Tongue lash spewing red tortured animals wake up time
Beckons death upon myself eyes traveled harden
strange no stronger feeling"
Davy was still wondering why the group had given up on setting a more complicated plan, but then the narrator jumped in with "they are zombies Davy! You don't need that much tactics! Come on!" Davy looked around to see if anyone else in the car had heard the voice. No one noticed.
"Tempting motion slows to a crawl
Places his own foot in its own trap
Let go the springs snap shut
Crazy sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death"
Stephen sat staring at the ceiling on a totally different train of thought. He thought to himself, why do I speak like I'm ghettophabulous? Maybe from now on ill just speak normally with a black twinge to the lingo. Well, I guess I will.
I taught the killing game
I taught the killing game first
I taught I taught I taught the game first
The car pulled up into the schools parking lot, just as the skinny puppy song stopped.
"Hey guys, I'm just going to speak normally for now, okay?" Stephen told the group.
The group just looked at him skeptically. They then proceeded to round Matt's car to the trunk, where they stored their weapons. As matt popped the trunk, each person grabbed their things. Matt picked up a futuristic looking katana style sword, along with his USP matches and the Benelli shotgun. Stephen grabbed his minigun, and looked at his flip flop, which hung from his waist. Jason pulled a six foot long scythe, which somehow fit into Matt's trunk, and strapped his jackhammer onto his back, along with the two Mateba auto revolvers on his belt. Davy unsheathed two short swords and swung them around for a few moments before putting them away and began to examine his Mp7 with dual sphinx tactical pistols. Michael pulled out his Walther WA-2000 sniper and his H&K G36C, his H&K USP tactical pistol lay dormant in Michaels side holster. The friends started to pull a ladder off of the roof of Matt's car when davy suddenly realized something.
"Hey guys, weren't we going to bring along Alex?"
"Oops…." Matt stuttered.
The friends then looked up the road to see Alex, on a scooter, struggling with a British As50 50 cal. Sniper, "The assault rifle from Halo 2" and his XM25 grenade launcher. He tripped up and fell into the dirt a few times, but finally made it to the area where the group was standing.
"What the heck!" Alex said, exasperated.
"Sorry" the group answered almost in unison.
But back to seriousness, the friends set up their ladder and began their operation. Michael and Alex went onto the roof above the east and west entrances, Jason and Matt headed towards the north entrance and Davy with Stephen towards the south. The friends each had a radio so they could keep in contact, they were in position.
"On my mark… … … Go!" Michael said over the radio.
At one moment, the fences around the school burst open and the friends entered.