Thread: The Breaking Point (Alvis Alendran&littlebaby2221)

Day in, day out, it was always the same thing. Routine was conforting to some, let them function in an otherwise difficult world. But really, sometimes routine could be a crushing thing. Some people spent their lives just trrying to get away from their routine, to find some point of comfort or enjoyment in their lives. Some people took that to mean that if they could get away with it, they could do it, and that didn't always sit well with people. Sometimes, it pushed them. Sometimes they were pushed entirely too far. One last time. Walk me through it. The young man asked. He was on the taller side for his age, being around five foot ten, but he was thin, drawn, like he hadn't filled out in bulk to fit his frame. Tossled brown hair and soft brown eyes rounded out his look, but right at the moment, his eyes weren't the normal soft tone, they were hard, cold, and under it all they were nervous. We've been through it twice. Why again? One of the other young men in the room demanded. He was shorter, but had the bulk his friend lacked, and then some. Humour me. If this is going to work, then it has to be perfect. There was a sigh, but one of hte young men spoke up. We go in through the gym entrance, they keep it propped open to keep it cool. There's no metal detectors or guards there. The lock on the door is crap though, so we jam it shut, and set up a trip mine. Then we got and secure all the doors, finishing with the main entrance. Once that's done...we move from place to place and mop up the people that we need to. When the cops get here, we stand them off for a little while, long enough to finish up, and then we head to the basement storage, adn use the old tunnels to bail out to the river. The speaker was average height with long strawberry blond hair tied back from his face. Blue eyes and a trim build would make most people think that he would be popular with the ladies, and he might have been. If not for the twice broken nose, and the raking scar across his face from a fight that had gotten far far out of hand. Good. Now, there's eight of us. That means we should be able to secure the entrances in about twelve minutes. Remember. Seal them up, rig a deterrent, then move on. Try not to talk to people, or draw much attention to us. Let's get going. The gym they entered into wasn't occupied at this point. It usually didn't have a class in it until the second period, which was excatly what they needed. Each person carried a hockey bag that made them grunt under the weight of it. Their seeming leader did a head count. The heavyset young man, Rob, was heading out with his friend, Jimmy. Jimmy was taller than most of them, and stuck out a lot, given that he was one of only about eight black people in the school. Most people didn't care much, but enough did that Jimmy had thrown his lot in with them. The blond man moved away with his chosen partner in crime, the least expected member of their little group. Just over five feet tall, rail thin and with long dark hair, Jade was the only woman aomng them. Nothing had gone right for Jade in a long time. Her grades were barely enough to keep her moving, her parents had both passed away recently, and what was more, losing her father to a bad bout of cancer hadn't gotten her any sympathy. If anything, she'd been mocked even more by the pack of girls that seemed to make it their mission to make her miserable. The next pair was Garret, someone that looked like they belonged on a football team, he ahd the size adn biuld for it, but as luck would have it he had terrible balance and coordination, making him hopeless everytime he tried a sport. That hadn't gone unnoticed, and nearly every jock in the school had been on him since day one over it. Garret's partner was Don, and Don wasn't much bigger than Jade. Don probably wouldn't have been there at all, but he'd seen how many people had been ready to do this and thrown in with them. Making a grand final statement was worth anything to him. He'd never be forgotten after this. That left the leader, Max, and his own partner, Maurice. The two had been friends as long as they could remember, and when one hit the breaking opoint, the other ahd been right there along with him. They both just smiled to one another, adn moved off to do their job. First period had the halls clear, which was what they needed. They knew there was a single guard int he building, a precaution agaisnt what they were here to do. But they had taken that into account. Max stepped to the first set of doors and knelt, opening up his bag. He withdrew the key to this whole thing. It was a set of bars that fit into the doors, preventing the unlocking bars from being pressed, thus securing them. The school used them to keep the building closed after hours, but these were different. They had a lock on the bottom to keep them in place. No one could take them off without the key. And with the plan they had, no one was going to need themn, so they hadn't bothered to even bring keys with them. There was no way through them without a torch and a half hour. As he was setting the last lock, he looked up to see Maurice finishing the deterrant. It was a simple thing, a tripwire connected to the pin on a hand grenade. A hand grenade taped to teh side of a propane tank. If that went off, it would kill everyone in the hall really. They lef teh door, heading for hte other one they were tasked with. Hey, shouldn't you boys be in class? A voice called to them as they passed a hall. Max cursed, but reached into the bag for what he needed, and slid it out. He waved Maurice on to the doors, waiting for hte voice to show itself. When the owner of the voice came into view, Max smiled. The guard. He aimed the item he'd withdrawn, adn fired. The taser jumped out and hit the guard, making him go rigid and fall tot he ground, twitching. Max smiled as he approached, and took the gun fromt he guard. He then used the guards own cuffs to restrain him. He looked to see Maurice finishing up with trhe doors, setting hte trip wire for the other 'deterrant' as well. Check in. How are we doing? Max asked into a radio. Ready. Ready. Ready. Max smiled at that last word. All was ready. Go live. He said, and reached back into his bag. he pulled out the shape of a rifle, a long clip on it. He marched towards a classroom, and opened the door hard enough it banged open. When the teacher jumped, adn turned to see who it was, Max simply aimed the rifle and fired it. The bullet hit the teacher in the face, throwing him back into his desk to fall tot he ground. Max turned to teh class, a wide grin on his face, and started shooting into the other students. There was a sound of gunfire from down the fdhall as the others started their work.