[Rewrite] Mr. Right

(Important AN at the enddd)

I felt Shelly push the silver metal harder onto the skin of my lower back. I could felt it penetrate my skin, but Shelly's hand shook at times so I knew she wasn't going to plunge the knife into my skin. I was given two pistols, loaded and ready, and was ordered to point them at Logan's shoulder and Alfred's head.

The 20-something of us were cramped in the small classroom, his classroom.

Mr. Right had handed us a either a loaded handgun or a sharp knife and told us where to stand and what to do. I was lucky enough to get two pistols and a knife pointed at my back. How our English teacher snuck the weapons into the school was a mystery, as were we.

Days before, Mr. Right sent home permission forms for us to stay the night at school. Nobody knew the real reason, just that Mr. Right wanted to try an experiment.

Before he gave us the weapons, he took our phones, put them in a box, put the box in a drawer, and locked the drawer.

"How well can you trust your classmates?" Mr. Right asked. He then gave us the weapons and we were told how to set up. I was terrified. "If the person in front of you moves, you will shoot or stab them."

"Do you understand me?"

We all nodded our bobble heads. This had to be a joke. "It's a sick chain reaction," my friend Laura realized. "You want us all de -"

Laura never got to finish her sentence before Mr. Right plunged a syringe into her arm. Laura fell to the ground and we gasped in horror. But no-one dared to move.

"I get what she means, too," Shelly muttered to me. "Say you moved by accident, and I stabbed you, I wouldn't, but if I did, people would turn and the cycle would continue. It's a chain reaction, like Laura said.

"So the only way to stop this is to wait it out and make sure no one hurts anybody?" I wondered.

"I guess."

I sighed. Were we just going to stand here the entire night? Our parents wouldn't worry about us until tomorrow, when we would pop outside and explain everything, hopefully getting Mr. Right arrested.

"Nobody's going to attack one other," Jared finally spoke up, lowering his gun a bit. "We grew up with each other, besides, what's the purpose of it? What's the reason?"

Mr. Right tilted his head. Then he laughed. Oh, he laughed such a cruel laugh.

"You're telling me that you never wanted to hurt one of your classmates? Never? You never wanted to slap one of them?"

"Slapping is different from shooting!"

"Are you sure?"

Jared didn't say anything. He rose his gun again and looked at the ground. We lost him. We lost Jared.

Realization then hit me like a freight train. If someone shoots your best friend, you would want to shoot them back. I understood the chain.

"I get the chain," I whispered to Shelly.

"Yeah, I already told you, you would turn and then -"

"No, the real way. If someone kills the one you love, you want to kill them."

"I'm not getting it."

"Shell, if somebody shoots someone, your first reaction would probably be to shoot them back. We can't have anyone getting shot or stabbed, for the matter."

Shelly nodded.

I cleared my throat.

"Mr. Right! What happens if we survive the night! If all of us live to tomorrow?" I asked, my voice shaky.

"That's not going to work out, darling," Mr. Right smiled.

"Why not?" I snapped.

"Because of Laura. You've already lost 1," Mr. Right suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at my head. "And you can be number 2."

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Hey guys. I know I haven't been on since the summer but here I am. Back and ready to attack, my keys, on the keyboard...alright. I was looking over some of the reviews on my old stories and I'm seriously ready to rewrite just about everything. I believe I've grown a bit more since I posted something last so yeah...

I do apologize for being MIA for so long, but I do have a life, so. I'm looking foreword to posting again :).

I also came back to like 8 gifts so thanks whoever you guys are :D