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Code Red
Preface: This was a horror story that I wrote with the intent of entering into a contest. Sadly the word count was 500 words too large and I couldn't enter it. Alas, here it is for your enjoyment!
Mr. Kubisha's class was in the computer lab at the start of second period. The course code of the class was ICS3M, the course title: Information and Computer Sciences. The class, which are always in the computer lab, was full of either computer nerds or layabouts looking for an easy credit. All students, most of them boys, took a seat at their assigned computer, and logged in accordingly. "Okay class," Mr. Kubisha requested the attention of his students, "And I'll just hand out these rubrics for the next assignment." The big nerd himself handed out the sheets of legal-sized paper to his students, shuffling his feet as he moved from the computer nerd to the cool girl in the class looking for a date, to the quiet boy that was cool. He moved to the row of computer geeks, that did a lot of programming at home and had dreams of being an engineer, a programmer, or somewhere in the video game industry, but they were not honour role material. He then moved to the other end of the class, from the computer inept jock that should be in a shop class, to the two cool dorks in the corner that do nothing but play games in the Internet. He continued to the more modest mix of men that gamed and programmed. The last person to receive the rubric was a science nerd, whom was honour role material, and wanted to be a computer nerd in spite of her gender alignment. "This assignment you make some software for another class," Mr. Kubisha explained to the class, "You have to make a program for one of your other classes, like a quiz game, or something like that. I mean, someone did a Jeopardy game, with Alex Trebeck and Vanna White..." "Sir," one of the computer geeks had a concern, "Isn't Vanna White in Wheel of Fortune?" "Yeah," his boring and calm voice that could make one think he was stoned responded, "I mean, the same student did a Wheel of Fortune game, with the wheel spinning, and bit-maps of Vanna White, and everything." "Sir, do we have to talk to one of our teachers about it?" the computer nerd asked? "Yes you do," Mr. Kubisha said, "Just remember to tell the teacher what you can and cannot do. You know, your limitations." "So you do something you cannot create, right sir?" the science nerd inquired in a voice unusually deep but still feminine. "That is right," replied the teacher, "Anyway..." The calm, possibly drug induced, voice of Mr. Kubisha was cut off by an announcement from the school attendance secretary, a harsh voice spoke in an urgency only common in such an announcement "ATTENTION ALL STAFF AND STUDENTS. CODE RED. CODE RED. CODE RED. INITIATE LOCKDOWN!" The students calmly and complacently motioned towards the corner of the computer lab furthest from that hallway door and on the wall facing the hallway. The corner had a door on it, but it lead to the adjacent room, which happened to be a computer lab. Mr. Kubisha motions towards the students when one of the computer geek whispered to him thus. "Sir, should you turn the lights off?" he was serious. The teacher tiptoed to the light-switch and the room was dark, except for the computer monitors that were left in a hurry. The class, after a minute or two got restless. "Yo," one computer geek whispered to another. "What, dude?" the computer geek responded. "You heard about Austin?" "No, don't think so." "Shest," the scared science nerd commanded. "Hey, let's see if the door will open!" A computer geek instructed quietly. He, a few other computer geeks and a cool boy opened the inter-room door, and when inside the other room. When they returned, they brought with them a short, thin glamour girl. "The other door is locked," the conclusion was drawn. If a killer was coming in, it is not through the door in the other lab. This calmed the science nerd down, but not enough for her to become complacent with the rest of the class. "Hey, I want to show you something," a mix man told the cool girl. "Okay," the cool girl responded. She walked towards the mixed man, who had is camera-phone out. She showed her something comical and she started to snicker. "Oh, you’re kidding!" the glamour girl told the Cool boy. "I'm serious, we should!" the cool boy responded. "Man, your hot!" "I know!" Not a moment too soon, the killer tests the intelligences of the occupants within the school and pulls the fire alarm. At this high school, the fire alarm is the taped recording of someone blowing a whistle tree time, over and over again, with every sixth repetition being louder than the others. The quieter repetitions were loud as it is. The students covered there ears and talked louder. "Here about the new processor for windows?" a computer nerd asked a computer geek. "It would make the computer faster, right?" the computer geek inquired. "Duh, yes!" "Au, dude!" "I know, so sweet!" "I heard about a new operating system too, eh?" "Oh, really?" "Be quiet," whispered the science nerd. The cool girl was laughing out loud with the mix man and one of the cool boys, going through the files in the camera phone. The room was filled with speech and laughter, in spite of the fire alarm. "Oh, I know, so hot!" the glamour girl told the cool boy she was addressing. "Shut up!" these words slipped the lips of the science nerd. "Don't tell me to 'shut up'!" the glamour girl rudely hissed to the science nerd.
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In this unwelcome party, the computer lab door opens. Silence comes gradually as each student in the room realized what was happening. Standing in a school uniform with a leather coat over top, was a youth with a malevolent look in his eyes. He pulled out from the deep pockets of the coat a saw-off shotgun. His look was very dead as his glare fell on Mr. Kubisha, whom had condemned his class to death for an oversight on his part.
The science nerd had a plan in case something like this happened, and she invented it during the party. She hoped that the killer wouldn’t notice her as she jumped from her current position near the inter-room door to a spot on the floor under the computer bench. She sat with her legs as close to her body as possible, folded to her chest. She sat on her hands and closed her eyes. A firecracker sounded with a crash as it hit its first target, likely Mr. Kubisha. The recoil of the weapon sounded as another charge was being loaded into the barrel of the shotgun. The sound of a second shot, a lesser sound of a common handgun, fired in more frequencies, as it was likely an automatic. Screams of the other two girls sounded in the screech louder and at a higher pitch than any claws on blackboards could create, and drowned the wailings of the boys as they raced for the door to the other computer lab. The screams of the neighbouring class, more louder and higher pitch as it was a grade nine English class doing research. The sound could kill the hertz and decimals were so high. A shotgun bolt was fired that caused the loud sound that emerged from the English teacher next door to be silenced. More sounds from these niners that could easily blame the overgrown nerd next door for not being able to control his class, and not locking the door the killer used to gain access to the computer labs. After a while of the sound torture, there was silence. The footsteps of the killer were heard as he returned to the computer lab of the grade eleven students in the programming class. 'Oh, God, or some great protector, please keep this disturbed souls from seeing me and claim my life,' the science nerd thought in her sore and tortured mind. Shots from the handgun were heard in a one second frequency, each being followed by a shatter and crash sound of glass and plastic. A POW was heard as glass bulbs of computer monitors were exploding. The even more disturbing sound came from a voice of a male that spoke thusly: "Ha, ha, ha! Take that, and that, you losers! You all will be so f***, having to replace such wonderful and expansive computers, ones the stupid geeks fool around with, and never get caught!" When the computer lab looked like a town in post war Iraq, the footsteps of the killer sounded in the direction of the science nerd, still alive, still sitting with her knees to her chest, sitting on her hands and still with her eyes closed, not to see, only hear. The killer was walking in a precise direction. Oh God, did he see the science nerd? One innocent young woman that had nothing to do with any mental torture that the killer underwent in the circles of cool boys and glamour girls; that never known him, has no resemblance to bullies, and could have been a potential friend? The answer was given. The science nerd sat in her place of haven, tears had streamed down her cheeks during the ordeal, and it would not end yet. The loudest footfall sounded and stopped. The sound of shoes squeaking against the floor sounded, than a warm gust of air that had a bittersweet odour vented on the science nerds face. 'I shall die,' the science nerd though, 'I will die today.' The killer glared at his new find. An oversight that such a beauty was missed. "Trying to hid eh?" he asked the science nerd, "Well, I have found you, and you will die now. You shall be a pool of blood on the floor! Oh I hate you! All prim and proper teacher's pets, how you suck up for teachers and other staff makes me vomit! I hate you bitch, and you shall die!" He pulled out his handgun and pointed it at her. 'Save me!' the science nerd slowly and quietly let escape through her mouth, the air that died to be released. All bodily functions ceased in the science nerd, she did not breathe, nor cry, nor shake, nor move. She just sat there, waiting to die! The trigger was finally pulled. The hammer struck metal, and the metallic sound rang through the barrel, and produced the sound of flit starting a fire. The killer panicked, for his weapon of deadly force was unloaded. The killer stomped up to his feet, and left for the other computer lab, where a second, actual blast, sounded. The science nerd sat there for the longest time, hoping that it was over. 'God,' she though, 'does something like this happen for a reason, or is it random?' Her body stayed in this resting position, until her sense of touch woke her from her trance-like state. It felt like liquid, it was liquid that touched her hand. The science nerd placed her hand to her lips. The eyes open and were fixed on the liquid on the hand. It was wetter than water, and was smooth and slippery to the touch. Touching the liquid with her tongue had a bittersweet taste. The liquid's colour was a deep red. It was blood. The science nerd observed the mess that surrounded her. Everywhere, broken glass glistened the floor. Some of the glass was coated in the blood of the victims, whom were sprawled along the floor in random places. The science nerd turned to where the blood was found. A pool that was splashed from a body, one of the glamour girls. "I cannot tell you to shut up, but some guy with a gun can," was the angry growl that left the lips of the disturbed science nerd. She left her hiding spot of under the computer bench, and walked around, trying to avoid the glass, but glass that did come underfoot made a crunching sound, which gave the computer nerd a headache. She walked until she hovered over the corpse of Mr. Kubisha, lying on his back with a hole in his torso. A large gap caused by a shotgun shell that reviled the inside of Mr. Kubisha, something even his wife never saw, but this poor science nerd of the female persuasion saw it. The plaid shirt soaked with the blood of him, his pants had no blood at all. 'He was shot first,' the science nerd concluded. The very troubling feature about Mr. Kubisha, and most of the bodies that surrounded, the eyes were open, and the mouths were open. Mr. Kubisha's body lay still, but then it convulsed. The shacking was at first a pulse, but then it got faster and more noticeable. Then low-sounding reaps were sounding. The reaping had animal qualities, of zombies ready to attack and eat the brains of the science nerd. The reaps then finally formed words "Help me, help me!" The science nerd felt an impulse to answer. With hands more use to writing and typing than anything else, she places her hand on the red shirt and applied her body weight and Mr. Kubisha rolled over. Reviled was one of the computer geeks, covered in blood, gasping for air. The science nerd removed two shirts from two bodies, one was used as a rag to clear a spot on the floor for herself next to the newly found survivor, the other to use as a temporary bandage for him. "Don't move," the science nerd instructed to the computer geek, "you will only cause yourself to bleed even more." "Okay," the geek responded. The look on his eyes was that of marvel. The bandage shirt was being ripped and tied to the hole in the computer geek's gut. He may never expected that someone else survived, and without injury too. He faced the ceiling as the science nerd tied off the ripped shirt, and then she hovered over the unexpected patient. He stared at the unlikely angel with reverence, a gift from the God almighty himself. "You are going to be okay," the science nerd coming goddess charmed in a soft, melodically voice. "Is everyone okay?" the computer geek asked. "I think only you and I survived, I'm afraid," the science nerd responded. The science nerd had an answer to her own questions. To have been spared the wrath of a killer and his gun to be alive to save another. To undergo the sound torture to test her will to survive, her faith or to grant her faith. Mr. Kubisha forgetting to lock the door to teach a lesson to the future generation of students that will be place in a similar scenario, to be quiet and take code red seriously. But, of course, the one that earned her wings in heaven, Mr. Kubisha's ascension to this plain, as he aiding in the saving of one more person that would tell the story and preach its moral.
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