Ghost Killers

They shoot the white girl first. Her dainty body collapsed onto the classroom floor. Everyone suddenly stood dead silent. Enough tension hung in the air that gravity seemed to put twice as much pressure on all of the glassy-eyed teenagers’ shoulders. Time seemed to slow, then after an eternity, Tina’s classmates ran away from the man covered in black. Tina stayed statuesque, paralyzed and shocked. To her, it looked as if everyone was trying to run under water. When she adjusted her gaze past the chaotic bodies rushing past her, she saw eyes that were behind an all-black face mask. They did not strike her as the eyes of a killer. They were wise and deep blue; Tina swore she saw a hint of sorrow seeping from his most expressive feature. A glimmer of a tear shined in the bright light that was radiating down onto him from above. He then lifted the gun. She saw straight down the barrel, then she was immediately struck back into reality. “This is actually happening.” Her brain kept repeating the simple yet powerful phrase in her mind. As if by instinct, Tina crumpled down to her feet right as the trigger of the gun was pulled. She locked her body into a fetal position, with her hands thrown defensively over her head. After a few more shots rang out and more horrific shrieks escaped the mouths of others, the man in the black fell. Tina forced herself to look up. Her vision was horribly blurred and distorted from her tears, but she could still make out the red. The deep scarlet color grew on the floor around the man’s head. Then she saw the official mark of death laying in the middle of his forehead. Tina looked backward at her teacher, who white knuckles were shaking while grasping her own gun. Tina, without thinking, screamed “NO! He wasn’t… he didn’t… he…” then her voice broke off and she started bawling uncontrollably. She knew she noticed something, almost like innocence, in his eyes. Then when her thoughts started clearing up, she realized that no one would believe her. No one else saw what she saw, or felt what she felt.

Their plan was working perfectly. The malicious duo was more intelligent than expected from a group of men who didn’t even go to college. They shared a mutual hatred of teenagers, even though one of them was barely older than eighteen himself. The young counterpart’s accomplice in these crimes was a stubborn old man. Their mixture of a psychotic nature and smarts, led to an enormous amount of blood on their hands. Together they invested the time and money into the making of a specialized brain chip. Once implanted into an innocent and unknowing victim, their body would do whatever the two men leisurely typed on their high-tech keyboards. The most sinister part of their brain chip, was that it could not block the subjects’ thoughts, so they were conscious and doomed to watch the rest of their life play out in front of their eyes. They had no control over their body at all, but they felt everything that happened to them. All of the unlucky chosen subjects were eventually killed or thrown into prison, due to actions that they did not commit of their own accord. Yet, no one would ever be smart enough to figure out the two devilish men’s role in all of the murders and robberies. The thought of being able to dodge such a bullet filled the two men with joy and a feeling of success so strong, that they almost believed they were invincible or even immortal. The elderly man had come up with the whole plan many years ago, but just recently met a young man willing to help him achieve his evil hopes and dreams. The wrinkled scumbag crawls into bed the same night that he and his partner had succeeded their first large-scale school shooting. He was very satisfied with himself. He even smiled in his sleep. The old man was dreaming about the lions.