Nikki Cullen
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I turned and almost smiled. We were winning. I shook my head as if to clear water from my ears. What was I thinking? So far, I had had to kill several Demons who had tried, planned, dreamed, hoped, schemed, and whispered to try to kill me.
So far, none had succeeded in getting more than a scratch on me. “Ha!” I thought bitterly.
I began to cry thinking of this so I ducked out of the long hallway into the band room, praying someone was not in here. “Thank God,” I thought no one human or otherwise was in the large room.
I ducked into the band room and almost ran to the storage room. Once in there I unbuckled my belt, slid my backpack off my shoulders, and took assessment of my weapons.
I had two Japanese Sai, a Scottish Claymore, an African Iklwa, two wicked hunting knives with blades about a foot long, a bow and a quiver full of arrows, a cutlass, a Morningstar, two ice picks, Shaolin Twin Hooks, a pair of Shaolin emei piercers, and an assortment of daggers and knives.
I slowly repacked my weapons and thought back to when we were forced into this literal hellfest.
The sixth and seventh graders had been given the day off. Only the eighth graders had to come for a party. We had all filed into the cafeteria only to find no adults only a television on the stage. All the kids started mingling and fooling around.
Suddenly the doors sprang shut and locked. Several children ran and started banging and screaming. I meanwhile ran to the front door and screamed, banging on the door.
The television turned on and everyone quieted. Mrs. Coley appeared on the screen.
“Hello students,” her nasally voice rang around the room. “Sadly Demons have infested the school and in the best interest the F.B.I. have instructed us to lock down the school. We have left supplies in the school so some of you may have a chance. All the teachers and staff have evacuated but we did not help you for fear you may be possessed. So please don’t worry for our safety. We are right outside in case that thought brings you comfort. Well, tootles.”
The bedlam was instant; several became trampled underfoot as we raced to the doors. I ran out and nearly tripped on a Scottish Claymore. It had a two-foot long blade.
I bent down and grabbed the sword. I ran to the end of the hallway and heard Sakina scream. “Sakina!” I called back. I plowed through the crowd suddenly the hallway was deserted.
“Sakina.” I called softly and heard her sobbing to my right. I tried the door and found it locked. “Sakina, I’m alone. The door opened and I stepped in locking the door behind me. I walked down the ramp, ignoring the light switch even though the room was pitch black save a small square of light coming from the window in the door.
“Sakina.” I called again.
“Here.” She sobbed from beneath me. I looked down and saw she had several bruises forming. Her scarf only barely covered a fraction of her hair.
“Sakina, are you all right?” I asked.
“Yes.” She sniffled.
“Where’s Izzy and Elizabeth and the rest.” In the dim light, I could see her shrug. “Come on.” and we stumbled into the instrument storage room.
“Wait a second! Bring the stands in here we can use them as weapons!” I unhooked my belt; luckily, the sword came with a sheath. I wrapped it around my back ninja style. I bounced and hopped around sure I looked like and idiot but the Claymore stayed in place. Satisfied I walked out and Sakina followed. We brought pretty much anything that wasn’t nailed down and piled it against the wall.
We stated taking things apart and found sharp, rusty nails and screws. We piled these in our pockets. Also the stands were made of a heavy metal that I guessed would make a satisfying noise against a Demons skull.
“Okay, I’m going to go find the others. You keep looking through the room. If you here someone coming go into the storage room and arm yourself and remember to lock the door.” I shuffled through what used to be Mrs. Brimhall’s desk and found two sets of keys. I tossed one to Sakina who clumsily caught hers.
“Denise, be careful.”
“I’ll look for more weapons outside.”
I snuck outside a strategy forming in my mind I would go through the school looking for useful items. So I walked down to room 101. I peered through the small window seep into Johnathan‘s, my classmate’s, eyes, mouth, nose, and ears. His eyes turned very grey with no pupils or irises and his face was contorted with fury. His slender body going into spasms as if he were having a stroke.
He was obviously possessed. I burst into the room and before the Demon had a chance to register my presence. I whipped out my Claymore and chopped its head off. The body collapsed and the head rolled onto the floor. Thick, grey blood spurted from the wound. It mixed with his black, braided hair and covered his bold features. I peered around the room and saw a large pile of food and weapons in the corner.
I picked up the most useful items and carried them back to Sa
I turned and almost smiled. We were winning. I shook my head as if to clear water from my ears. What was I thinking? So far, I had had to kill several Demons who had tried, planned, dreamed, hoped, schemed, and whispered to try to kill me.
So far, none had succeeded in getting more than a scratch on me. “Ha!” I thought bitterly.
I began to cry thinking of this so I ducked out of the long hallway into the band room, praying someone was not in here. “Thank God,” I thought no one human or otherwise was in the large room.
I ducked into the band room and almost ran to the storage room. Once in there I unbuckled my belt, slid my backpack off my shoulders, and took assessment of my weapons.
I had two Japanese Sai, a Scottish Claymore, an African Iklwa, two wicked hunting knives with blades about a foot long, a bow and a quiver full of arrows, a cutlass, a Morningstar, two ice picks, Shaolin Twin Hooks, a pair of Shaolin emei piercers, and an assortment of daggers and knives.
I slowly repacked my weapons and thought back to when we were forced into this literal hellfest.
The sixth and seventh graders had been given the day off. Only the eighth graders had to come for a party. We had all filed into the cafeteria only to find no adults only a television on the stage. All the kids started mingling and fooling around.
Suddenly the doors sprang shut and locked. Several children ran and started banging and screaming. I meanwhile ran to the front door and screamed, banging on the door.
The television turned on and everyone quieted. Mrs. Coley appeared on the screen.
“Hello students,” her nasally voice rang around the room. “Sadly Demons have infested the school and in the best interest the F.B.I. have instructed us to lock down the school. We have left supplies in the school so some of you may have a chance. All the teachers and staff have evacuated but we did not help you for fear you may be possessed. So please don’t worry for our safety. We are right outside in case that thought brings you comfort. Well, tootles.”
The bedlam was instant; several became trampled underfoot as we raced to the doors. I ran out and nearly tripped on a Scottish Claymore. It had a two-foot long blade.
I bent down and grabbed the sword. I ran to the end of the hallway and heard Sakina scream. “Sakina!” I called back. I plowed through the crowd suddenly the hallway was deserted.
“Sakina.” I called softly and heard her sobbing to my right. I tried the door and found it locked. “Sakina, I’m alone. The door opened and I stepped in locking the door behind me. I walked down the ramp, ignoring the light switch even though the room was pitch black save a small square of light coming from the window in the door.
“Sakina.” I called again.
“Here.” She sobbed from beneath me. I looked down and saw she had several bruises forming. Her scarf only barely covered a fraction of her hair.
“Sakina, are you all right?” I asked.
“Yes.” She sniffled.
“Where’s Izzy and Elizabeth and the rest.” In the dim light, I could see her shrug. “Come on.” and we stumbled into the instrument storage room.
“Wait a second! Bring the stands in here we can use them as weapons!” I unhooked my belt; luckily, the sword came with a sheath. I wrapped it around my back ninja style. I bounced and hopped around sure I looked like and idiot but the Claymore stayed in place. Satisfied I walked out and Sakina followed. We brought pretty much anything that wasn’t nailed down and piled it against the wall.
We stated taking things apart and found sharp, rusty nails and screws. We piled these in our pockets. Also the stands were made of a heavy metal that I guessed would make a satisfying noise against a Demons skull.
“Okay, I’m going to go find the others. You keep looking through the room. If you here someone coming go into the storage room and arm yourself and remember to lock the door.” I shuffled through what used to be Mrs. Brimhall’s desk and found two sets of keys. I tossed one to Sakina who clumsily caught hers.
“Denise, be careful.”
“I’ll look for more weapons outside.”
I snuck outside a strategy forming in my mind I would go through the school looking for useful items. So I walked down to room 101. I peered through the small window seep into Johnathan‘s, my classmate’s, eyes, mouth, nose, and ears. His eyes turned very grey with no pupils or irises and his face was contorted with fury. His slender body going into spasms as if he were having a stroke.
He was obviously possessed. I burst into the room and before the Demon had a chance to register my presence. I whipped out my Claymore and chopped its head off. The body collapsed and the head rolled onto the floor. Thick, grey blood spurted from the wound. It mixed with his black, braided hair and covered his bold features. I peered around the room and saw a large pile of food and weapons in the corner.
I picked up the most useful items and carried them back to Sa