Hey, all. I'm writing a story. This is a basic summary of the story: Cliff is a killer fuelled by hatred, who murders teachers and pins their thumbs to their best friend's wall. Gabriel Baine, a professor from Alaska, knows he has to stop him, before he himself turns up dead. The killer inspires multiple copycats across the globe, and the death count continues to rise, exponentially.

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Bang. Bang. Bang.

Cierra knew what this meant. He was here for here.

She panicked. She had heard about this on the news. He only killed teachers. She wasn't a teacher, though. Only an aide. Why would he be here for someone that isn't even a teacher?

Cierra looked around. The lamp? No, too heavy, she thought. The chair? Too impractical. She looked at the cabinet. She had never had to use it, except at the range. Her husband demanded she get it when Clint first escaped from prison.
“He only murders once a day and it has to be me?” she thought, “That's my luck.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

He was getting impatient. She slowly opened the cabinet, and picked up the gun. It shined like a million stars. She picked up one bullet and loaded it in the cold, smooth chamber.

The knocking on the door was getting more rapid, and it felt like he would knock the door down. She inched to the door and looked through the viewhole.

It wasn't Clint. Thank god, it was only one of those wannabes. They didn't even have a gun, just a knife. Cierra unloaded the bullet and loaded in a blank. She fired it, and the potential killer sprinted away as if they were in a marathon. She put the gun back in the cabinet, and the bullet back in the box. She picked up her phone and called her husband.

“Hey, Gabriel! How's work going honey?”

“It's alright, though one of my students was caught with weed, and everyone in class has been talking about that. How has your day gone?”

“It's been… interesting, to say the least. I'm glad we got the gun.”

“The gun? What happened?” Gabriel screeched, in panic.

“Honey, don't worry. I only had to fire a blank. One of those wannabe killers came to the door and…” Cierra said before she heard a thwack on Gabriel’s end. She heard rushing and the call went absolutely silent.


Ch 2

Gabriel woke up to a throbbing pain in his head. He heard sounds around him. They sounded panicked, but he couldn't make anything out. He kept his eyes closed. The light hurt too much. He felt like he had a bad hangover. After a few minutes, despite the pain of the light, he opened his eyes.

Cierra ran to him.

“Oh honey! I thought you were dead!” she sobbed.

Gabriel was confused. What had happened? He looked around. There was a body beside of him. A gun, almost identical to the one he kept with him, was beside it. Sadly, teachers being murdered at this college was all too common. Students unhappy with grades, or it could be…

Gabriel looked at the body’s left hand. Sure enough, their left thumb was cut off.

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I am welcome to all criticism, and thank you for reading!