- Sat Aug 01, 2009 12:35 pm
#22906
You see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push! - The Joker
Derek Jones was a regular high school kid. Not really, but he pretended he was. Really, he was a loser. No one at school paid attention to him, to him, he was invisible. However, a few people would notice him and they were bullies. These bullies ranged from students to faculty. He was that much of a loser. They would do anything to humiliate Derek. The students would physically harm him. They did everything from simple shoving to the extreme measures such as giving him swirlies. The teachers would humiliate them in front of the class. They would read his grades out loud (he was a failing student), ask him to read in front of the class knowing that he had a stutter. He was treated like dog **** and their reason? Simple. They didn't like the guy.
Now how could a kid like Derek not committ suicide after going through everything he has? His father. He was the driving force behind Derek. Derek was always looking up to his dad. His dad was what he aspired to be. Derek didn't have a mom. She abandoned him a few weeks after he was born. His father told him she had left because she couldn't handle the pressure of being a mom. However, he never mentioned that she was a prostitute he got accidentally pregnant, essentially making Derek a mistake. His father thought that it could destroy Derek's psychologically so Derek was never told. Derek did also have friends. A small group of friends consisting of kids of four kids. Dillan, Danny, Mark and Kurt. They were Derek's best friends in middle school. They did everything together. That soon stopped when they entered high school. The four went on to bigger, better and more popular groups and poor Derek was left behind. At school, he was all alone.
It was a regular day at school. Derek was walking to his English class when he bumped into someone. He didn't pay attention to the person he bumped into. He just mumbled a sorry and continued walking to class.
"Hey!" A voice called to him.
Derek kept walking. He just wanted to get to class. He didn't realize the voice was talking to him. No one ever talks to him at school.
"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!" The voice yelled.
Derek stopped and turned to see the person the voice came from. There he was. 6'3" 220lbs of pure jock. Bud Johnson. He wasn't happy either. He was growling and looked furious.
"Who do you think you are? You bump into me and don't even apologize. Are you asking for a deathwish dumbass?" He asked poking his finger into Derek's shoulder.
"N-n-no. I was just getting to class. I'm late for English. I'm sorry." Derek stuttered out. Derek was intimidated by Bud. He was taller, stronger and weighed more. Derek was also surprised, someone was talking to him, even though it wasn't the way he wanted it to be.
"I guess you never got the memo that your schedule changed. You're not supposed to be in English, you're supposed to be getting your ass kicked!" Bud said and immediately put him up against a locker by the collar of Derek's shirt.
"No. Don't. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything. Please let me go!" Derek yelled out. He was on the verge of tears.
"Cry more *****. It's not gonna help you. I'm gonna teach you a lesson. Do NOT bump into me. You expected to get away with this?" Bud said a few inched away from Derek's scared mug. He then swiped his hand across Derek's face.
"Ahhh! Please let me go. Help! Please! Someone help!" Derek screamed. He looked around and saw Mark and Kurt. They noticed Derek looking at him with a look of despair. Both of them turned away. Derek knew he wasn't going to get help now. No one in the surrounding crowd knew him nor cared about him enough to help him.
Bud winded back his fist. Ready to smash it into Derek's face. All Derek could do was close his eyes and wait for it to be over. He let out a little scream and waited for Bud's hammer of a fist to strike.
"HOLD IT!" A man yelled.
Everyone turned to see who it was. It was the principal, Mr. Scott. The crowd quickly dispersed and Mr. Scott walked toward the two boys.
"What are you doing Mr. Johnson?" Mr. Scott asked.
"I was teaching my boy how to defend himself." Bud said letting go of Derek.
"Don't lie to me Mr. Johnson. Let me walk you to your next class. We can have a little discussion on our way there. As for you Mr. Jones, please get to class." Scott said.
They soon went in opposite directions, as their classes were in those directions. Derek sighed and wiped his face of the tears. He turned around to see Bud. Bud mouthed to him "You're gonna get it after school". Derek gulped and walked off to English.
Derek spent the rest of the day worried. The one day he was noticed was the one day he was going to get beaten up. When the lunch bell rang, Derek ran out of class. He had to buy his lunch and he made sure he was one of the first people to do so. After he bought his lunch, Derek went to the washroom. Usually he sat alone at a table in the cafeteria but because he didn't want Bud to see him, he sat in a washroom stall. Occasionally someone would knock on the stall, but Derek would say "Occupied".
After Derek finished his lunch, he contemplated leaving. He weighed in both pros and cons. His final decision was to stay in the washroom the whole lunch. He didn't want to risk being seen by Bud. Derek was scared ****less. To pass the time, Derek played his DS and listened to music. Before he knew it, lunch was over. Derek rushed off to math as quick as he could. This was his last period.
While Derek was running he saw Bud. He quickly sifted through the crowd like Altair but he failed. Lucas Summers, a friend of Bud spotted him. Lucas smiled and looked over to Bud.
"Isn't that kid from this morning?" He asked Bud. He already knew the answer, he just wanted to let Bud know.
"Yeah...Hold on." He said and walked away from the group of friends he was in. "HEY JONES! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!?" He yelled across the hall.
Derek looked at him and ran. Bud pursued the chase. Derek was pushing people trying to get to math, the one place he knew he would be safe. Bud on the other hand was slamming people left and right to get to Derek. He was like a raging bull. Derek was the red cloth of the matador. This chase ended as Derek got into math. He looked in the hallway and spotted Bud, clenching his fist. Derek gulped and sat down in his seat. He had avoided the bull for now, but what would he do after school? That question sat in his mind the whole period.
The final bell rang and math was over. Derek gathered his stuff quickly and made his way outside. His dad usually picks him up from school and he was always there at the bell. Derek ran outside to find his dad, but he was nowhere to be seen. Derek panicked and ran around trying to find his dad, but had no luck in finding him. He ran back to the front of the school and walked around looking for his dad.
"Looking for me?" A voice said.
Derek thought it was his dad. His face turned from all happy and filled with glee to a look of disgust and shocked as he saw Bud standing right in front of him.
"Stay away from me. My dad will be here soon!" Derek said to him.
"So? In the moments that he's not here, you'll be in hell." Bud said and rushed toward Derek. Bud picked him up and slammed him to the ground and unleashed a flurry of punches to his face.
All Derek could do was scream in pain and agony. No one was helping even the guys he considered his friends. They just stared as did the rest of the crowd. Just then a horn honked. Derek managed to look and saw his dad through the open passenger seat window. Even though Derek was all bloody and swelled up, he was happy inside. He knew his dad would save the day.
That didn't happen. Derek's dad took one look at him getting beating up and drove away with his head down. Bud finally stopped punching him. He stood up and spat at Derek.
"Don't ever let it happen again!" He said. He kicked Derek in the gut one last time and walked away.
Soon the whole crowd was gone and Derek was left there, lying in a pool of his own blood. He managed to get up and walked all the way home.
Derek managed to make it home okay. He was still a mess but not in any worse condition. He got home and immediately started looking for his dad. He checked everywhere in the house but his dad was nowhere to be found. Derek told himself that his dad was just out getting groceries or something, but inside he knew the truth. His father was embarrassed of him. Embarrassed that his son was a loser. Derek started to cry. He was all alone now.
After a while of crying and realization, Derek went to the washroom to clean himself up. Derek turned on the tap and proceeded to wash his face off from the blood. While doing this, he couldn't help but look at the mirror. What he saw in the mirror was a loser. A beaten up, bloodied loser. He then started having flashbacks of the beatdown. Every fist Bud threw was ingrained into his mind. Once he had enough Derek punched his mirror in frustration.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" He yelled. He cut his hands but it was pain that he could deal with. After all, he's dealt with a lot worse before.
Derek cleaned up and sat in his room listening to music. Just then the doorbell rang. It was Dillan, Danny, Mark and Kurt. Derek answered the door.
"Hey man, you okay?" Kurt asked.
"Am...I....okay? AM I OKAY!?" Derek screamed. He became furious. "You left me to get beaten there. Where were you? WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ANYTHING!?" He screamed some more.
"We're sorry man. We didn't know what to do. Bud's bigger than us. We couldn't take him." Mark said.
"Is that really your excuse?" Derek asked.
"Yes. We're your friends. You have to believe us." Dillan said.
"You're lying. You just didn't want to be seen helping a loser like me! Get off my property. I don't want to see you guys ever again." Derek said.
"But you hav-" Danny was interrupted by Derek slamming the door.
"Damn...." Mark said. And the boys left.
Inside Derek began trashing his house out of frustration. And in his frustration he found something....the answer to his problems.
Upon the destruction he had caused in his own house. Derek found a cabinet. It was a glass cabinet his father owned. Inside were guns. Lots of them. Some dated back to his dad's war days. He had hunting rifles, handguns, a whole lot.
Then Derek had an idea. At first it sounded crazy, but after a while, it was the only right answer. Take the guns to school, and shoot everyone whose caused him pain. It was brilliant to him. The thought of Derek hurting those he hated made him drool at the mouth. Everyone dead. That's what Derek wanted.
Derek opened the cabinet and pulled out a handgun. He looked at it, examining it slowly. He then pointed it at a photo of his dad and pretended to shoot it.
"Bang! You're dead. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!" He said.
He then did it a few more times. He loved the feeling. On his 6th time, he accidentally pulled the trigger. A bullet went zooming through the room and went right through the cheek of his dad's photo. Derek was shocked and blown away by the recoil. He got up and looked at the picture.
"Good enough. Next time, it'll go right through your forehead. Bang..." He said.
He gathered all the guns and ammo he could find and put it in his bag. He then started planning his attack. He figured out how he would accomplish everything and how he would torture his victims. Shooting them once and then dying wasn't what he wanted. After he finished, he went to sleep, waiting for his big attack the next day.
The next morning, Derek awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. Derek turned it off and took a shower. When he was done, he took a long hard look in the mirror. After a few deep breaths he walked away.
"Today's the day when all your problems end." Derek said to himself.
He then got dressed and made his way to school. Guns in his backpacks.On his way to school, Derek couldn't help but smile. He was strangely happy. He even started humming a tune. Before he knew it, Derek was at school. He walked through the front door with a grin from cheek to cheek.
Derek walked to his locker. Everyone was staring at him. It was hard not to when his face was so swollen. Derek kept hearing "Why is he smiling?" throughout the hall and this made him chuckle. On his walk he bumped into a senior, Rick Gardner.
"What the ****?!" He said. He turned around and saw Derek. "The kid who Bud beat up yesterday. Guess you didn't learn your lesson huh?"
"I learned my lesson. Keep walking." Derek said and turned away.
"What? Who the **** do you think you are? You can't..You DON'T speak to me like that!" Rick said.
"Me? Who am I? Well.....I'm the kid with the gun." Derek grinned. In one foul motion, he pulled the gun from his sweater pocket and shot Rick. Not once, but twice, through the chest.
The whole school went into panic mode. The gun was heard all around the school. Everyone was running to the nearest room. Teachers were pulling any student they could into their classroom and locking the door. It was clear they had done drill in case a situation like this were to ever occur. Just then Mr. Scott went on the P.A. System.
"THIS IS A LOCKDOWN! EVERYONE GET TO THE NEAREST ROOM AND LOCK THE DOOR! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!" He yelled into the P.A.
A couple of mins later, the school was empty and quiet. Derek walked the halls humming a song. He liked school this way. All quiet and empty. Reminded him of his heart. Derek made his way to the principal's office. He knocked on the door and pleaded to have the door open. Mr. Scott couldn't open the door, he need more proof. He asked the student who he was and Derek replied. Mr. Scott not knowing that Derek was the shooter opened the door only to find himself point blank.
"I need you to do me a favor..." Derek smiled.
"N-no. I won-AHHHHH" Derek interrupted Mr. Scott and shot him in the arm.
"You are going to do it whether you like it or not." Derek said shoving the gun into his face.
"Okay okay. Please! Don't shoot me!" Mr. Scott pleaded.
"Simply do what I say and you can go get your arm fixed. It's that easy." Derek smiled.
"Alright. I'll do what you want." Mr. Scott said.
"Good" Derek smiled. With that they walked into Mr. Scott's office. Derek was still holding Mr. Scott at point blank.
After a few mins in Mr. Scott's office, the P.A. System came on.
"Excuse me staff and students...." The system went off. Mr. Scott turned it off. He was sitting at his desk with Derek pointing the gun to the back of his head.
"Ah-ah-ah. Remember our deal? You do this for me and I don't shoot you. It's a win-win situation if you do what I ask." Derek said.
"I don't want to. Please let me go." Mr. Scott started crying.
"NO! DO IT NOW! DO YOU WANT TO DIE!?" Derek yelled while pressing the gun to his head.
"N-n-no" Mr. Scott was full out bawling now.
"Then I guess you're going to do me this little favor huh?" Derek asked.
Mr. Scott turned the P.A. System on again. He took a deep breath and started talking. It was obvious he was crying and there was stutter in his voice and he was sniffing.
"Excuse me staff and students, but would the following students report to room 113: Bud Johnson, Lucas Summers, Mark Mattel, Dillan Chambers, Kurt Long, Danny Swift, Hilarie Sawyer and Ashley Davis." Mr. Scott managed to get out. The P.A. System then turned off.
The students were separated throughout the school. Some of them were even together. After the announcement, the students looked at those called on the announcements. Bud and Lucas were in the same room.
"Bud?" Lucas said.
"Yeah. What?" Bud said.
"Should we go? Cause I don't think we should." Lucas said.
"Don't be a *****. We're going. Out of my way." Bud said. He grabbed Lucas and dragged him out of the room pushing students out of the way. In his mind, he was thinking about how much of a hero he would be if he put a stop too Derek. Lucas on the other hand was scared. He started crying like a baby.
As they exited the classroom, they saw Ashley Davis. She was a cheerleader and considered the most beautiful girl in the school. Even though she looked beautiful, her personality didn't match. She was on the verge of tears. She looked at Bud and Lucas as they walked toward her. When they did she dug her head into Bud's chest and started crying.
"I don't want to die!" She sobbed.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you." Bud said. In his mind, his fantasy was getting better and better. He fantasized about Ashley and him. He figured that if he could save her, he would get in her pants quicker than a gun shot.
After he calmed her down, they walked off to Room 113. Bud holding Ashley's hand while Lucas yelling frantically as they walked down the halls.
In the classroom beside 113, Danny, Dillan and Kurt were waiting. After they heard the announcement, they looked at each other.
"Should we go?" Kurt whispered.
"No way. Derek can't be saved now. He's gonna kill us." Dillan said.
"We can try talking him out of it. I'm sure little old Derek is still in there." Danny said.
"I don't know man. Did you see what he did to Rick? I'm not too positive." Kurt said.
"Lets go. We're his friends. There is no chance he would shoot us." Dillan said.
The three nodded and got up. They said their goodbyes to their classmates and walked to room 113.
When they got there, they saw Bud, Ashley and Lucas sitting at some desks while Mr. Scott sat in the front. Bud was relaxed with a smirk on his face while the other two cried with their heads down. The three boys sat down at some desks.
"Where's Derek?" Danny asked.
"Right here!" He said as he came out from behind the door. Everyone but Bud screamed. Derek walked by each person pointing the gun at their head.
"We're missing two. Where is Mark and Hilarie?" Derek asked.
"What do you want to do with us?" Lucas whimpered.
"I just wanna talk. You're very dear to me. You've created memories that I can't ever replace. But with people missing, we can't begin." Derek said.
"You come with me! It's obvious they're not going to come if I go get them." Derek said pointing at Mr. Scott.
"O-o-kay. After this will I be able to go?" Mr. Scott asked.
"Sure. I'll let you go. These 8 are all I need." Derek said. "Stay here while I go get the children."
Mr. Scott and Derek left the classroom. Locking the door on the way out. Derek had planned this earlier. The reason he chose room 113 was because it had no windows. He smiled on his way out with Mr. Scott. Derek knew Mark and Hilarie would be together. They shared they all shared the same English class. So off to English they went.
In the classroom, Mark and Hilarie were scared out of their minds. Hilarie was bawling while Mark was trembling so much, it looked like he had a seizure. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Everyone shook and became silent.
"it's m! Mr. Scott. Open up! I've been shot and I need someplace to rest until help comes!" He said.
The teacher opened up the door and saw Mr. Scott with a bullet wound in his arm and a gun. He was pointing it at Hilarie and Mark. Then from behind the door came Derek. Smile and everything.
He was pointing his gun at the back of Mr. Scott's head the whole time.
"Good job. I can take it from here." Derek said while taking the gun away from Mr. Scott.
"S-s-so I can go?" Mr. Scott asked.
"Sure. I doubt you'll make it to the front door but sure. You've lost a lot of blood you'd be lucky to make it out alive." Derek said. It was as if he planned this all along.
Mr. Scott started running to the entrance doors. Derek was right, he didn't make it. The last thing Mr. Scott saw was a huge crowd made up of police, news reporters and parents.
"What are you going to do with us?" Mark asked.
"Oh. I just want to talk." Derek smiled.
Derek exited the classroom holding Mark and Hilarie at gun point.
"Really? You had to make me come get you!? Do you want to die first!?" Derek yelled.
"Oh my god! I'm gonna die." Hilarie said.
"No you're not. Well.....at least not yet." Derek said.
"I've been nothing but a friend to you Derek. Why do you have to be like this?!" Mark cried out.
"A friend? A FRIEND!? FRIENDS HELP EACH OTHER WHEN THEY ARE IN NEED! WHERE WERE YOU YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS GETTING BEATEN UP!? WHERE WERE YOU!?" Derek yelled.
Angered by Mark's claim to be a friend, Derek shot him there on the spot. The bullet went right into the back of his head. Mark fell to floor like a brick. He just laid there as blood poured out of his head. Hilarie screamed, she was bawling like never before. She turned to see Derek. He looked shock, his eyes were wide open and sweat was dripping down his face as he made heavy breaths. He then smiled.
"I...feel...so a-alive. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Who knew?" Derek laughed. Hilarie cried even harder. They then continued their walk to room 113.
When they got to room 113. Derek had Hilarie walk into the room first. He figured the others inside would plan a surprise attack. When he opened the door, Bud pounced at them with a chair.
"AHHHH" Hilarie cried out.
Bud stopped in his tracks. Derek came in laughing right after her, pointing the gun at both of them.
"Do you think I'm that stupid? Only a stupid jock would fall for that. Now sit down all of ya! And don't think about moving or you'll be killed." Derek proclaimed.
Bud marched straight up to Derek. He stood an arm's length away. He stared at Derek.
"You won't do it. You're too much of a *****." Bud said confidently.
"Really? Tell that to Rick Gardner or Mark. I shot them. What makes you think I won't do it to you?" Derek said pointing the gun at Bud.
"You killed...Mark? How could you!? He was your friend!" Dillan yelled.
"No. He was an ex-friend. Just sit down. I really want to talk to you guys." Derek said.
Bud stood there like a rock. He wasn't budging.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE JUST SIT DOWN!!" Hilarie yelled. Bud looked at her and then looked back at Derek. Derek had a gun pointing right at the forehead of Bud. Bud sat down with the rest of the kids.
"Finally we can start!" Derek sighed.
"There's a reason I brought you all here. See at one point in your soon to be short lives, you have crossed paths with me. And in that time we crossed paths, you have humiliated me, disrespected me, made me feel like ****!" He said while pacing back and forth at the front of the room.
"What? I've never seen you in my life!" Ashley yelled.
"Really? REALLY?! Think back to freshman year you dumb ignorant *****. Do you remember me now?" Derek yelled. He was pointing his gun at her.
"N-no. I still don't. Ashley said.
"Oh my my...well, let's take a trip down memory lane. Shall we?" Derek said.
Back in freshman year, we met at the cafe your mother owned. I walked in and immediately you gave me a disgusted look. As i walked toward the counter where you were working, that look became even worse.
"Hi, can I get a bagel to go please?" I said.
Do you want cream cheese with that?" Was what you said to me.
I said yes and you went to the back to make it.
"Does this sound familiar so far Ms. Davis!?"
"N-no"
"Well...."
You came back with my bagel in it's bag. I paid for it and made my way out. On my way, I took a bite out of it. Bad mistake. See, the princess here had spit in my bagel. Once I tasted the soggy spit filled bagel, I looked back only to find her and everyone laughing at me. There was nothing I could but run out of there.
"DO YOU REMEMBER NOW!?" Derek yelled.
"Yes. I do. That was over 2 years ago. Let it go!" She cried.
"Let go of something that hurt me so much? I don't think so. Wanna know how I feel after holding this in all those years?" Derek asked her.
"I know it hurts a lo-" Ashley was interrupted.
"IT HURTS MORE THAN A LOT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE HUMILIATED LIKE THAT!? I DON'T THINK SO! LET ME SHARE WITH YOU MY PAIN MS. DAVIS!" Derek yelled and pointed the gun at her. He shot her 3 times. He didn't have to. She was already dead after the first one. Everyone sat there and in horror.
"That was fun. Tell me? Who wants to go next?!" Derek asked.
After Derek was finished, Ashley's cellphone began to ring. The ring tone was a happy one. Derek didn't like it.
"Give the phone to me." Derek said. He pointed his gun at Hilarie. Reluctantly, she went into Ashley's pocket and got her phone out. She handed it to Derek.
Derek looked at it. He despised it's pink color and happy ring tone. He then saw the caller ID. It was from her mom. Derek laughed and answered it.
"Hello?" Derek answered.
"Ashley? Is that you? Are you okay honey?" Her mom cried.
"No....because she's dead. I KILLED HER! AHAHAHAHAHAH! Now, go to the police and tell them, if they come in here, I'm gonna shoot the 6 hostages I have left. I'm not afraid. Afterall, I did kill your daughter." Derek laughed some more and threw the phone against the wall, smashing it.
The mom did what he asked. She didn't want any other parent to feel the same way. It took a long time for her to spit it out, but she eventually did. The cops were hesitant to rush in. They didn't want to risk killing the victims. Back inside, Derek began pacing back and forth.
"Give me all your phones! NOW!" He said.
Everyone complied and gave him their phones. Derek lined them up across the front desk. One by one they rang. Derek picked them up and answered them. He replied with "Your child is about to die courtesy of me! Now if you'll please excuse me.." before smashing the phones. Once the phones were destroyed Derek took a deep breath and opened his mouth.
"Now, where were we?"
Outside cops were everywhere. They held their positions until they were given an order. Just then, a red truck pulled up at the school. Derek's dad came out. He rushed to the school when he saw it on the news. He pushed his way through the crowd to the area where the cops were.
"Excuse me. You gotta tell me, is Derek Jones okay? I'm his father." He asked
The cops just looked at him. They didn't know how to tell Mr. Jones the truth. One of them stepped forward. He took a deep breath and began to speak.
"I'm afraid your son is the shooter. He's already killed 4 people and he has 6 more hostages in there." The cop said.
"You gotta let me in there! Let me speak to him! I may be able to talk some sense to him. I'm his dad, I know how he thinks. Please let me through!" Mr. Jones pleaded.
"I'm sorry. I must be given orders by the Cap'n to do that. Please wait here." The cop said.
"GAHHHH!" Mr. Jones yelled and ran off.
Inside, Derek was ready to pick his next victim.
"Alright. Lets play a game. It's called "Duck Duck Shoot". Basically if I choose you, I tell you how you've destroyed my life and then you die. Fun for me, bad for you." Derek said.
He then began playing the game. He walked back and forth across the 6 remaining hostages pointing his gun at them. He kept saying "duck" for two full cycles. He loved watching them tremble in fear. Everyone except Bud. While everyone else was sweating and/or crying, Bud sat back in his chair calm and cool. Derek stopped on him.
"Shoot." He said, pretending to shoot him.
"So why me?" Bud asked.
"WHY YOU!? IS THAT EVE-" Derek stopped and shot him on the spot. Bud had angered him. It was obvious why Bud was chosen. Bud's dead body just laid there in the seat between Hilarie and Lucas. They started to bawl even more.
"I don't get why he had to do that. What an idiot. Hasn't he learned anything from the previous people I've killed?" Derek sighed.
Lucas started full out bawling. He sounded like a baby. This angered Derek.
"Lucas. You snitched on me, you helped Bud beat me up. Now you're crying like a little girl? Are you TRYING to piss me off?" Derek asked. Derek pointed the gun at him.
"STOP! OH GOD JUST STOP!" Hilarie cried.
Derek just laughed and went through with shooting Lucas. The force of the bullet was enough to push Lucas out of his seat. One last tear rolled down his face. Now there was four. Dillan, Danny, Kurt and Hilarie. Derek contemplated which one he would shoot next.
"Alright Hilarie. Wanna know why I chose you?" Derek asked her. He was waving the gun in her face.
"I already know. I'm sorry. Please don't kill me." She cried.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Sorry doesn't make me feel better. Sorry isn't enough to make up for my humiliation that you caused!" Derek yelled.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." She cried more.
"Rejection is never easy. I've always had a hard time taking it. But your rejection stands out to me. You did it in front of the whole school in the most malicious manner I have ever seen. Do you think I'd ever let you get away with that?" Derek said getting in her face.
"I didn't mean to be so mean. But you can't force someone to like you. You were so creepy in the way you came on to me." She cried.
"What!? Me creepy? My goodness, I have never been so offended in my life. Listen honey, I'll tell you what I am, I'm psycho." Derek proclaimed.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" Dillan shouted.
"What? Who do you think you're speaking to? You're not the man with the gun, you don't have authority." Derek said. He shot Dillan in the arm. It was satisfying. It made Derek laugh hysterically.
Meanwhile outside, Mr. Jones was trying anyway he could to get inside. He failed though as the police were everywhere. Just as he thought all else failed, he overheard some of the police officers.
"We got a negotiator. Maybe he can talk some sense into the kid." One cop said to other.
"Yeah. Hopefully. Honestly though, what drives a man to do something so despicable like this?" The other one asked.
"I don't know man. I don't know." The cop replied.
Mr. Jones rushed to the front of the school. He saw the negotiator talking to the cops.
"Please you gotta let me go in there with you. He's my son. If anyone knows him the best, it's me." Mr. Jones said.
"It's too dangerous. Your a simpleton and I'm a trained professional negotiator." The man snidely remarked.
"Please. I am begging you." Mr. Jones said.
"Well...alright. But when you fail. I'll take over." The man said.
Together they marched into the school.
As they walked into school, all they could hear was laughing. It was Derek's laughter. They ran towards the noise. When they got to the room, they found Derek laughing. And on the floor they found bodies. Derek had killed everyone. Mr. Jones was too late and so was everyone else. Derek was all out insane.
"Derek?" Mr. Jones said.
"D-dad?" Derek said in shock.
Mr. Jones walked closer towards his son and embraced him. The two held each other for a lengthy time.
"Son, why?" Mr. Jones asked.
"I had no other choice. I was all alone." Derek said.
"No. You weren't. You had me. Your dad." Mr. Jones said.
"I had you? I HAD YOU!? YOU LEFT ME! TELL ME SOMETHING....DAD! AM I PATHETIC NOW!?" Derek started yelling.
"No Derek you're not. I'm the pathetic one. I couldn't handle the truth about my son. For that I am pathetic." Mr. Jones said.
Derek was angered. He pointed the gun at his dad.
"Derek. Don't shoot me!" Mr. Jones yelled.
"Do you want to know my pain? I'll show." Derek said. And with that Derek pointed the gun at his head and blew the trigger. He was gone in an instant. Mr. Jones fell to the floor crying.
Not a day goes by where I don't miss my son. I loved him. I miss him
THE END
Derek Jones was a regular high school kid. Not really, but he pretended he was. Really, he was a loser. No one at school paid attention to him, to him, he was invisible. However, a few people would notice him and they were bullies. These bullies ranged from students to faculty. He was that much of a loser. They would do anything to humiliate Derek. The students would physically harm him. They did everything from simple shoving to the extreme measures such as giving him swirlies. The teachers would humiliate them in front of the class. They would read his grades out loud (he was a failing student), ask him to read in front of the class knowing that he had a stutter. He was treated like dog **** and their reason? Simple. They didn't like the guy.
Now how could a kid like Derek not committ suicide after going through everything he has? His father. He was the driving force behind Derek. Derek was always looking up to his dad. His dad was what he aspired to be. Derek didn't have a mom. She abandoned him a few weeks after he was born. His father told him she had left because she couldn't handle the pressure of being a mom. However, he never mentioned that she was a prostitute he got accidentally pregnant, essentially making Derek a mistake. His father thought that it could destroy Derek's psychologically so Derek was never told. Derek did also have friends. A small group of friends consisting of kids of four kids. Dillan, Danny, Mark and Kurt. They were Derek's best friends in middle school. They did everything together. That soon stopped when they entered high school. The four went on to bigger, better and more popular groups and poor Derek was left behind. At school, he was all alone.
It was a regular day at school. Derek was walking to his English class when he bumped into someone. He didn't pay attention to the person he bumped into. He just mumbled a sorry and continued walking to class.
"Hey!" A voice called to him.
Derek kept walking. He just wanted to get to class. He didn't realize the voice was talking to him. No one ever talks to him at school.
"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!" The voice yelled.
Derek stopped and turned to see the person the voice came from. There he was. 6'3" 220lbs of pure jock. Bud Johnson. He wasn't happy either. He was growling and looked furious.
"Who do you think you are? You bump into me and don't even apologize. Are you asking for a deathwish dumbass?" He asked poking his finger into Derek's shoulder.
"N-n-no. I was just getting to class. I'm late for English. I'm sorry." Derek stuttered out. Derek was intimidated by Bud. He was taller, stronger and weighed more. Derek was also surprised, someone was talking to him, even though it wasn't the way he wanted it to be.
"I guess you never got the memo that your schedule changed. You're not supposed to be in English, you're supposed to be getting your ass kicked!" Bud said and immediately put him up against a locker by the collar of Derek's shirt.
"No. Don't. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything. Please let me go!" Derek yelled out. He was on the verge of tears.
"Cry more *****. It's not gonna help you. I'm gonna teach you a lesson. Do NOT bump into me. You expected to get away with this?" Bud said a few inched away from Derek's scared mug. He then swiped his hand across Derek's face.
"Ahhh! Please let me go. Help! Please! Someone help!" Derek screamed. He looked around and saw Mark and Kurt. They noticed Derek looking at him with a look of despair. Both of them turned away. Derek knew he wasn't going to get help now. No one in the surrounding crowd knew him nor cared about him enough to help him.
Bud winded back his fist. Ready to smash it into Derek's face. All Derek could do was close his eyes and wait for it to be over. He let out a little scream and waited for Bud's hammer of a fist to strike.
"HOLD IT!" A man yelled.
Everyone turned to see who it was. It was the principal, Mr. Scott. The crowd quickly dispersed and Mr. Scott walked toward the two boys.
"What are you doing Mr. Johnson?" Mr. Scott asked.
"I was teaching my boy how to defend himself." Bud said letting go of Derek.
"Don't lie to me Mr. Johnson. Let me walk you to your next class. We can have a little discussion on our way there. As for you Mr. Jones, please get to class." Scott said.
They soon went in opposite directions, as their classes were in those directions. Derek sighed and wiped his face of the tears. He turned around to see Bud. Bud mouthed to him "You're gonna get it after school". Derek gulped and walked off to English.
Derek spent the rest of the day worried. The one day he was noticed was the one day he was going to get beaten up. When the lunch bell rang, Derek ran out of class. He had to buy his lunch and he made sure he was one of the first people to do so. After he bought his lunch, Derek went to the washroom. Usually he sat alone at a table in the cafeteria but because he didn't want Bud to see him, he sat in a washroom stall. Occasionally someone would knock on the stall, but Derek would say "Occupied".
After Derek finished his lunch, he contemplated leaving. He weighed in both pros and cons. His final decision was to stay in the washroom the whole lunch. He didn't want to risk being seen by Bud. Derek was scared ****less. To pass the time, Derek played his DS and listened to music. Before he knew it, lunch was over. Derek rushed off to math as quick as he could. This was his last period.
While Derek was running he saw Bud. He quickly sifted through the crowd like Altair but he failed. Lucas Summers, a friend of Bud spotted him. Lucas smiled and looked over to Bud.
"Isn't that kid from this morning?" He asked Bud. He already knew the answer, he just wanted to let Bud know.
"Yeah...Hold on." He said and walked away from the group of friends he was in. "HEY JONES! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!?" He yelled across the hall.
Derek looked at him and ran. Bud pursued the chase. Derek was pushing people trying to get to math, the one place he knew he would be safe. Bud on the other hand was slamming people left and right to get to Derek. He was like a raging bull. Derek was the red cloth of the matador. This chase ended as Derek got into math. He looked in the hallway and spotted Bud, clenching his fist. Derek gulped and sat down in his seat. He had avoided the bull for now, but what would he do after school? That question sat in his mind the whole period.
The final bell rang and math was over. Derek gathered his stuff quickly and made his way outside. His dad usually picks him up from school and he was always there at the bell. Derek ran outside to find his dad, but he was nowhere to be seen. Derek panicked and ran around trying to find his dad, but had no luck in finding him. He ran back to the front of the school and walked around looking for his dad.
"Looking for me?" A voice said.
Derek thought it was his dad. His face turned from all happy and filled with glee to a look of disgust and shocked as he saw Bud standing right in front of him.
"Stay away from me. My dad will be here soon!" Derek said to him.
"So? In the moments that he's not here, you'll be in hell." Bud said and rushed toward Derek. Bud picked him up and slammed him to the ground and unleashed a flurry of punches to his face.
All Derek could do was scream in pain and agony. No one was helping even the guys he considered his friends. They just stared as did the rest of the crowd. Just then a horn honked. Derek managed to look and saw his dad through the open passenger seat window. Even though Derek was all bloody and swelled up, he was happy inside. He knew his dad would save the day.
That didn't happen. Derek's dad took one look at him getting beating up and drove away with his head down. Bud finally stopped punching him. He stood up and spat at Derek.
"Don't ever let it happen again!" He said. He kicked Derek in the gut one last time and walked away.
Soon the whole crowd was gone and Derek was left there, lying in a pool of his own blood. He managed to get up and walked all the way home.
Derek managed to make it home okay. He was still a mess but not in any worse condition. He got home and immediately started looking for his dad. He checked everywhere in the house but his dad was nowhere to be found. Derek told himself that his dad was just out getting groceries or something, but inside he knew the truth. His father was embarrassed of him. Embarrassed that his son was a loser. Derek started to cry. He was all alone now.
After a while of crying and realization, Derek went to the washroom to clean himself up. Derek turned on the tap and proceeded to wash his face off from the blood. While doing this, he couldn't help but look at the mirror. What he saw in the mirror was a loser. A beaten up, bloodied loser. He then started having flashbacks of the beatdown. Every fist Bud threw was ingrained into his mind. Once he had enough Derek punched his mirror in frustration.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" He yelled. He cut his hands but it was pain that he could deal with. After all, he's dealt with a lot worse before.
Derek cleaned up and sat in his room listening to music. Just then the doorbell rang. It was Dillan, Danny, Mark and Kurt. Derek answered the door.
"Hey man, you okay?" Kurt asked.
"Am...I....okay? AM I OKAY!?" Derek screamed. He became furious. "You left me to get beaten there. Where were you? WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ANYTHING!?" He screamed some more.
"We're sorry man. We didn't know what to do. Bud's bigger than us. We couldn't take him." Mark said.
"Is that really your excuse?" Derek asked.
"Yes. We're your friends. You have to believe us." Dillan said.
"You're lying. You just didn't want to be seen helping a loser like me! Get off my property. I don't want to see you guys ever again." Derek said.
"But you hav-" Danny was interrupted by Derek slamming the door.
"Damn...." Mark said. And the boys left.
Inside Derek began trashing his house out of frustration. And in his frustration he found something....the answer to his problems.
Upon the destruction he had caused in his own house. Derek found a cabinet. It was a glass cabinet his father owned. Inside were guns. Lots of them. Some dated back to his dad's war days. He had hunting rifles, handguns, a whole lot.
Then Derek had an idea. At first it sounded crazy, but after a while, it was the only right answer. Take the guns to school, and shoot everyone whose caused him pain. It was brilliant to him. The thought of Derek hurting those he hated made him drool at the mouth. Everyone dead. That's what Derek wanted.
Derek opened the cabinet and pulled out a handgun. He looked at it, examining it slowly. He then pointed it at a photo of his dad and pretended to shoot it.
"Bang! You're dead. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!" He said.
He then did it a few more times. He loved the feeling. On his 6th time, he accidentally pulled the trigger. A bullet went zooming through the room and went right through the cheek of his dad's photo. Derek was shocked and blown away by the recoil. He got up and looked at the picture.
"Good enough. Next time, it'll go right through your forehead. Bang..." He said.
He gathered all the guns and ammo he could find and put it in his bag. He then started planning his attack. He figured out how he would accomplish everything and how he would torture his victims. Shooting them once and then dying wasn't what he wanted. After he finished, he went to sleep, waiting for his big attack the next day.
The next morning, Derek awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. Derek turned it off and took a shower. When he was done, he took a long hard look in the mirror. After a few deep breaths he walked away.
"Today's the day when all your problems end." Derek said to himself.
He then got dressed and made his way to school. Guns in his backpacks.On his way to school, Derek couldn't help but smile. He was strangely happy. He even started humming a tune. Before he knew it, Derek was at school. He walked through the front door with a grin from cheek to cheek.
Derek walked to his locker. Everyone was staring at him. It was hard not to when his face was so swollen. Derek kept hearing "Why is he smiling?" throughout the hall and this made him chuckle. On his walk he bumped into a senior, Rick Gardner.
"What the ****?!" He said. He turned around and saw Derek. "The kid who Bud beat up yesterday. Guess you didn't learn your lesson huh?"
"I learned my lesson. Keep walking." Derek said and turned away.
"What? Who the **** do you think you are? You can't..You DON'T speak to me like that!" Rick said.
"Me? Who am I? Well.....I'm the kid with the gun." Derek grinned. In one foul motion, he pulled the gun from his sweater pocket and shot Rick. Not once, but twice, through the chest.
The whole school went into panic mode. The gun was heard all around the school. Everyone was running to the nearest room. Teachers were pulling any student they could into their classroom and locking the door. It was clear they had done drill in case a situation like this were to ever occur. Just then Mr. Scott went on the P.A. System.
"THIS IS A LOCKDOWN! EVERYONE GET TO THE NEAREST ROOM AND LOCK THE DOOR! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!" He yelled into the P.A.
A couple of mins later, the school was empty and quiet. Derek walked the halls humming a song. He liked school this way. All quiet and empty. Reminded him of his heart. Derek made his way to the principal's office. He knocked on the door and pleaded to have the door open. Mr. Scott couldn't open the door, he need more proof. He asked the student who he was and Derek replied. Mr. Scott not knowing that Derek was the shooter opened the door only to find himself point blank.
"I need you to do me a favor..." Derek smiled.
"N-no. I won-AHHHHH" Derek interrupted Mr. Scott and shot him in the arm.
"You are going to do it whether you like it or not." Derek said shoving the gun into his face.
"Okay okay. Please! Don't shoot me!" Mr. Scott pleaded.
"Simply do what I say and you can go get your arm fixed. It's that easy." Derek smiled.
"Alright. I'll do what you want." Mr. Scott said.
"Good" Derek smiled. With that they walked into Mr. Scott's office. Derek was still holding Mr. Scott at point blank.
After a few mins in Mr. Scott's office, the P.A. System came on.
"Excuse me staff and students...." The system went off. Mr. Scott turned it off. He was sitting at his desk with Derek pointing the gun to the back of his head.
"Ah-ah-ah. Remember our deal? You do this for me and I don't shoot you. It's a win-win situation if you do what I ask." Derek said.
"I don't want to. Please let me go." Mr. Scott started crying.
"NO! DO IT NOW! DO YOU WANT TO DIE!?" Derek yelled while pressing the gun to his head.
"N-n-no" Mr. Scott was full out bawling now.
"Then I guess you're going to do me this little favor huh?" Derek asked.
Mr. Scott turned the P.A. System on again. He took a deep breath and started talking. It was obvious he was crying and there was stutter in his voice and he was sniffing.
"Excuse me staff and students, but would the following students report to room 113: Bud Johnson, Lucas Summers, Mark Mattel, Dillan Chambers, Kurt Long, Danny Swift, Hilarie Sawyer and Ashley Davis." Mr. Scott managed to get out. The P.A. System then turned off.
The students were separated throughout the school. Some of them were even together. After the announcement, the students looked at those called on the announcements. Bud and Lucas were in the same room.
"Bud?" Lucas said.
"Yeah. What?" Bud said.
"Should we go? Cause I don't think we should." Lucas said.
"Don't be a *****. We're going. Out of my way." Bud said. He grabbed Lucas and dragged him out of the room pushing students out of the way. In his mind, he was thinking about how much of a hero he would be if he put a stop too Derek. Lucas on the other hand was scared. He started crying like a baby.
As they exited the classroom, they saw Ashley Davis. She was a cheerleader and considered the most beautiful girl in the school. Even though she looked beautiful, her personality didn't match. She was on the verge of tears. She looked at Bud and Lucas as they walked toward her. When they did she dug her head into Bud's chest and started crying.
"I don't want to die!" She sobbed.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you." Bud said. In his mind, his fantasy was getting better and better. He fantasized about Ashley and him. He figured that if he could save her, he would get in her pants quicker than a gun shot.
After he calmed her down, they walked off to Room 113. Bud holding Ashley's hand while Lucas yelling frantically as they walked down the halls.
In the classroom beside 113, Danny, Dillan and Kurt were waiting. After they heard the announcement, they looked at each other.
"Should we go?" Kurt whispered.
"No way. Derek can't be saved now. He's gonna kill us." Dillan said.
"We can try talking him out of it. I'm sure little old Derek is still in there." Danny said.
"I don't know man. Did you see what he did to Rick? I'm not too positive." Kurt said.
"Lets go. We're his friends. There is no chance he would shoot us." Dillan said.
The three nodded and got up. They said their goodbyes to their classmates and walked to room 113.
When they got there, they saw Bud, Ashley and Lucas sitting at some desks while Mr. Scott sat in the front. Bud was relaxed with a smirk on his face while the other two cried with their heads down. The three boys sat down at some desks.
"Where's Derek?" Danny asked.
"Right here!" He said as he came out from behind the door. Everyone but Bud screamed. Derek walked by each person pointing the gun at their head.
"We're missing two. Where is Mark and Hilarie?" Derek asked.
"What do you want to do with us?" Lucas whimpered.
"I just wanna talk. You're very dear to me. You've created memories that I can't ever replace. But with people missing, we can't begin." Derek said.
"You come with me! It's obvious they're not going to come if I go get them." Derek said pointing at Mr. Scott.
"O-o-kay. After this will I be able to go?" Mr. Scott asked.
"Sure. I'll let you go. These 8 are all I need." Derek said. "Stay here while I go get the children."
Mr. Scott and Derek left the classroom. Locking the door on the way out. Derek had planned this earlier. The reason he chose room 113 was because it had no windows. He smiled on his way out with Mr. Scott. Derek knew Mark and Hilarie would be together. They shared they all shared the same English class. So off to English they went.
In the classroom, Mark and Hilarie were scared out of their minds. Hilarie was bawling while Mark was trembling so much, it looked like he had a seizure. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Everyone shook and became silent.
"it's m! Mr. Scott. Open up! I've been shot and I need someplace to rest until help comes!" He said.
The teacher opened up the door and saw Mr. Scott with a bullet wound in his arm and a gun. He was pointing it at Hilarie and Mark. Then from behind the door came Derek. Smile and everything.
He was pointing his gun at the back of Mr. Scott's head the whole time.
"Good job. I can take it from here." Derek said while taking the gun away from Mr. Scott.
"S-s-so I can go?" Mr. Scott asked.
"Sure. I doubt you'll make it to the front door but sure. You've lost a lot of blood you'd be lucky to make it out alive." Derek said. It was as if he planned this all along.
Mr. Scott started running to the entrance doors. Derek was right, he didn't make it. The last thing Mr. Scott saw was a huge crowd made up of police, news reporters and parents.
"What are you going to do with us?" Mark asked.
"Oh. I just want to talk." Derek smiled.
Derek exited the classroom holding Mark and Hilarie at gun point.
"Really? You had to make me come get you!? Do you want to die first!?" Derek yelled.
"Oh my god! I'm gonna die." Hilarie said.
"No you're not. Well.....at least not yet." Derek said.
"I've been nothing but a friend to you Derek. Why do you have to be like this?!" Mark cried out.
"A friend? A FRIEND!? FRIENDS HELP EACH OTHER WHEN THEY ARE IN NEED! WHERE WERE YOU YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS GETTING BEATEN UP!? WHERE WERE YOU!?" Derek yelled.
Angered by Mark's claim to be a friend, Derek shot him there on the spot. The bullet went right into the back of his head. Mark fell to floor like a brick. He just laid there as blood poured out of his head. Hilarie screamed, she was bawling like never before. She turned to see Derek. He looked shock, his eyes were wide open and sweat was dripping down his face as he made heavy breaths. He then smiled.
"I...feel...so a-alive. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Who knew?" Derek laughed. Hilarie cried even harder. They then continued their walk to room 113.
When they got to room 113. Derek had Hilarie walk into the room first. He figured the others inside would plan a surprise attack. When he opened the door, Bud pounced at them with a chair.
"AHHHH" Hilarie cried out.
Bud stopped in his tracks. Derek came in laughing right after her, pointing the gun at both of them.
"Do you think I'm that stupid? Only a stupid jock would fall for that. Now sit down all of ya! And don't think about moving or you'll be killed." Derek proclaimed.
Bud marched straight up to Derek. He stood an arm's length away. He stared at Derek.
"You won't do it. You're too much of a *****." Bud said confidently.
"Really? Tell that to Rick Gardner or Mark. I shot them. What makes you think I won't do it to you?" Derek said pointing the gun at Bud.
"You killed...Mark? How could you!? He was your friend!" Dillan yelled.
"No. He was an ex-friend. Just sit down. I really want to talk to you guys." Derek said.
Bud stood there like a rock. He wasn't budging.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE JUST SIT DOWN!!" Hilarie yelled. Bud looked at her and then looked back at Derek. Derek had a gun pointing right at the forehead of Bud. Bud sat down with the rest of the kids.
"Finally we can start!" Derek sighed.
"There's a reason I brought you all here. See at one point in your soon to be short lives, you have crossed paths with me. And in that time we crossed paths, you have humiliated me, disrespected me, made me feel like ****!" He said while pacing back and forth at the front of the room.
"What? I've never seen you in my life!" Ashley yelled.
"Really? REALLY?! Think back to freshman year you dumb ignorant *****. Do you remember me now?" Derek yelled. He was pointing his gun at her.
"N-no. I still don't. Ashley said.
"Oh my my...well, let's take a trip down memory lane. Shall we?" Derek said.
Back in freshman year, we met at the cafe your mother owned. I walked in and immediately you gave me a disgusted look. As i walked toward the counter where you were working, that look became even worse.
"Hi, can I get a bagel to go please?" I said.
Do you want cream cheese with that?" Was what you said to me.
I said yes and you went to the back to make it.
"Does this sound familiar so far Ms. Davis!?"
"N-no"
"Well...."
You came back with my bagel in it's bag. I paid for it and made my way out. On my way, I took a bite out of it. Bad mistake. See, the princess here had spit in my bagel. Once I tasted the soggy spit filled bagel, I looked back only to find her and everyone laughing at me. There was nothing I could but run out of there.
"DO YOU REMEMBER NOW!?" Derek yelled.
"Yes. I do. That was over 2 years ago. Let it go!" She cried.
"Let go of something that hurt me so much? I don't think so. Wanna know how I feel after holding this in all those years?" Derek asked her.
"I know it hurts a lo-" Ashley was interrupted.
"IT HURTS MORE THAN A LOT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE HUMILIATED LIKE THAT!? I DON'T THINK SO! LET ME SHARE WITH YOU MY PAIN MS. DAVIS!" Derek yelled and pointed the gun at her. He shot her 3 times. He didn't have to. She was already dead after the first one. Everyone sat there and in horror.
"That was fun. Tell me? Who wants to go next?!" Derek asked.
After Derek was finished, Ashley's cellphone began to ring. The ring tone was a happy one. Derek didn't like it.
"Give the phone to me." Derek said. He pointed his gun at Hilarie. Reluctantly, she went into Ashley's pocket and got her phone out. She handed it to Derek.
Derek looked at it. He despised it's pink color and happy ring tone. He then saw the caller ID. It was from her mom. Derek laughed and answered it.
"Hello?" Derek answered.
"Ashley? Is that you? Are you okay honey?" Her mom cried.
"No....because she's dead. I KILLED HER! AHAHAHAHAHAH! Now, go to the police and tell them, if they come in here, I'm gonna shoot the 6 hostages I have left. I'm not afraid. Afterall, I did kill your daughter." Derek laughed some more and threw the phone against the wall, smashing it.
The mom did what he asked. She didn't want any other parent to feel the same way. It took a long time for her to spit it out, but she eventually did. The cops were hesitant to rush in. They didn't want to risk killing the victims. Back inside, Derek began pacing back and forth.
"Give me all your phones! NOW!" He said.
Everyone complied and gave him their phones. Derek lined them up across the front desk. One by one they rang. Derek picked them up and answered them. He replied with "Your child is about to die courtesy of me! Now if you'll please excuse me.." before smashing the phones. Once the phones were destroyed Derek took a deep breath and opened his mouth.
"Now, where were we?"
Outside cops were everywhere. They held their positions until they were given an order. Just then, a red truck pulled up at the school. Derek's dad came out. He rushed to the school when he saw it on the news. He pushed his way through the crowd to the area where the cops were.
"Excuse me. You gotta tell me, is Derek Jones okay? I'm his father." He asked
The cops just looked at him. They didn't know how to tell Mr. Jones the truth. One of them stepped forward. He took a deep breath and began to speak.
"I'm afraid your son is the shooter. He's already killed 4 people and he has 6 more hostages in there." The cop said.
"You gotta let me in there! Let me speak to him! I may be able to talk some sense to him. I'm his dad, I know how he thinks. Please let me through!" Mr. Jones pleaded.
"I'm sorry. I must be given orders by the Cap'n to do that. Please wait here." The cop said.
"GAHHHH!" Mr. Jones yelled and ran off.
Inside, Derek was ready to pick his next victim.
"Alright. Lets play a game. It's called "Duck Duck Shoot". Basically if I choose you, I tell you how you've destroyed my life and then you die. Fun for me, bad for you." Derek said.
He then began playing the game. He walked back and forth across the 6 remaining hostages pointing his gun at them. He kept saying "duck" for two full cycles. He loved watching them tremble in fear. Everyone except Bud. While everyone else was sweating and/or crying, Bud sat back in his chair calm and cool. Derek stopped on him.
"Shoot." He said, pretending to shoot him.
"So why me?" Bud asked.
"WHY YOU!? IS THAT EVE-" Derek stopped and shot him on the spot. Bud had angered him. It was obvious why Bud was chosen. Bud's dead body just laid there in the seat between Hilarie and Lucas. They started to bawl even more.
"I don't get why he had to do that. What an idiot. Hasn't he learned anything from the previous people I've killed?" Derek sighed.
Lucas started full out bawling. He sounded like a baby. This angered Derek.
"Lucas. You snitched on me, you helped Bud beat me up. Now you're crying like a little girl? Are you TRYING to piss me off?" Derek asked. Derek pointed the gun at him.
"STOP! OH GOD JUST STOP!" Hilarie cried.
Derek just laughed and went through with shooting Lucas. The force of the bullet was enough to push Lucas out of his seat. One last tear rolled down his face. Now there was four. Dillan, Danny, Kurt and Hilarie. Derek contemplated which one he would shoot next.
"Alright Hilarie. Wanna know why I chose you?" Derek asked her. He was waving the gun in her face.
"I already know. I'm sorry. Please don't kill me." She cried.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Sorry doesn't make me feel better. Sorry isn't enough to make up for my humiliation that you caused!" Derek yelled.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." She cried more.
"Rejection is never easy. I've always had a hard time taking it. But your rejection stands out to me. You did it in front of the whole school in the most malicious manner I have ever seen. Do you think I'd ever let you get away with that?" Derek said getting in her face.
"I didn't mean to be so mean. But you can't force someone to like you. You were so creepy in the way you came on to me." She cried.
"What!? Me creepy? My goodness, I have never been so offended in my life. Listen honey, I'll tell you what I am, I'm psycho." Derek proclaimed.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" Dillan shouted.
"What? Who do you think you're speaking to? You're not the man with the gun, you don't have authority." Derek said. He shot Dillan in the arm. It was satisfying. It made Derek laugh hysterically.
Meanwhile outside, Mr. Jones was trying anyway he could to get inside. He failed though as the police were everywhere. Just as he thought all else failed, he overheard some of the police officers.
"We got a negotiator. Maybe he can talk some sense into the kid." One cop said to other.
"Yeah. Hopefully. Honestly though, what drives a man to do something so despicable like this?" The other one asked.
"I don't know man. I don't know." The cop replied.
Mr. Jones rushed to the front of the school. He saw the negotiator talking to the cops.
"Please you gotta let me go in there with you. He's my son. If anyone knows him the best, it's me." Mr. Jones said.
"It's too dangerous. Your a simpleton and I'm a trained professional negotiator." The man snidely remarked.
"Please. I am begging you." Mr. Jones said.
"Well...alright. But when you fail. I'll take over." The man said.
Together they marched into the school.
As they walked into school, all they could hear was laughing. It was Derek's laughter. They ran towards the noise. When they got to the room, they found Derek laughing. And on the floor they found bodies. Derek had killed everyone. Mr. Jones was too late and so was everyone else. Derek was all out insane.
"Derek?" Mr. Jones said.
"D-dad?" Derek said in shock.
Mr. Jones walked closer towards his son and embraced him. The two held each other for a lengthy time.
"Son, why?" Mr. Jones asked.
"I had no other choice. I was all alone." Derek said.
"No. You weren't. You had me. Your dad." Mr. Jones said.
"I had you? I HAD YOU!? YOU LEFT ME! TELL ME SOMETHING....DAD! AM I PATHETIC NOW!?" Derek started yelling.
"No Derek you're not. I'm the pathetic one. I couldn't handle the truth about my son. For that I am pathetic." Mr. Jones said.
Derek was angered. He pointed the gun at his dad.
"Derek. Don't shoot me!" Mr. Jones yelled.
"Do you want to know my pain? I'll show." Derek said. And with that Derek pointed the gun at his head and blew the trigger. He was gone in an instant. Mr. Jones fell to the floor crying.
Not a day goes by where I don't miss my son. I loved him. I miss him
THE END
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