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Everything felt so thick. Like if she was swimming in soap. Her mind was as slow as soap. She just couldn't focus. For a second she was there, seeing everything. The other second she was gone, embraced by the darkness.
She could hear voices at times. Upset voices, angry voices and oddly calm voices. Everything was mixed together as a muddled mass inside her little head.
She slowly opened her eyes again, she had no been gone for that long. But she had missed so much. There seemed to be a fight occuring. She felt her heart skip a beat and she instantly got more awake. A fight?!

The memories of the day´s events came rushing back to her, making her head spin even more then before.
She suddenly understood that her teachers also knew what was going on. The homestudies teacher was by her side, one of his hands on her shoulder.
Her other teacher....Her athletic teacher was standing infront of the man that had attacked her. There was something really odd in her teacher´s face. Not that odd face that he had when someone couldn't play football good in one of his classes. Something else odd. Fright. Yes. There was pure fright in the darkbrown eyes and she could see that he was slightly shaking. Caroline didn't understand why. Why was he trembeling?!

The sun made the metal glister and Caroline finally took notice to it as she was still laying on the ground. It was a gun. A small revolver. Her heart skipped a beat, to then start to beat faster. Carolines eyes got bigger and bigger until it looked as if they were about to pop out of their holes. She immidietly started to freeze, even if she was wearing a thick swetter.

The shaked girl somehow found strength enough to stand up, the adrealin pumping through her every vein. She took a step and stumbled forward, the spinning in her head making it hard to focus. But she managed to stay up and take another step forward and then fall again. Her fingers wrapped around the metallic item that made her feel sick. The weapon was scaring her. She slowly looked up at the man with the black hair, who had the appearence of a angel but smiled as if he was the devil.
"No...No...please...." She mumbled and shook her head. "No....please don't do it....." She sobbed, feeling the tears being close. Still having the gun in a firm grip, she placed herself inbetween the two men. Her scared face looking as if she had seen death itself.

She felt a mighty hand being placed on her shoulder, then it moved and was placed over her eyes. She managed to somehow stay up.
The room suddenly exploaded of noises from a gunshot.







She felt her knees shaking violently, and her ears was ringing so badly. The warm tears sippered out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. A small, weak whining escaped her throat.
He had shot mr Andersson. She had heard the the shot. She had seen him aiming. She didn't need to look now, she could already see it before her eyes. He killed him . He killed him. He killed him.
Her face went completely distorted behind the hand covering her face as the whining got worse. She was so scared, and so shocked. But she could still not manage to remove the hand from her red face. She was so scared of what she might see.

Another shot. Another heartbeat being skipped. One more shot. Caroline could feel her blood freeze to ice, that was what it felt like. Her whole body was shivering now, she was so scared. The hand covering her eyes was protective even if it belonged to a devil, but she didn't dare to see what was hid behind it. She couldn''t close her eyes since they were wideopen from the shock.

The protective hand suddenly slid over her face. She could hear voices coming from the devil, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.

There was blood. Everywhere there was blood. On the walls, on the benches, on the chair, on the whiteboard and on the floor. Even the man had some blood on him, and Caroline herself. Blood that didn't belong to herself. A small sob escaped her throat. Her hurt head was spinning much worse now, and she could feel how the memories would never dissapear now.

Paolo was laying on the floor, staring blindly at her. A girl a year younger then them was also there. Her blonde hair was soaked by blood.
Caroline felt the nausea take over, she covered her mouth and gagged. She sank to the ground, her whole body shivering. She landed in blood. There was blood everywhere.
She leaned over and violently threw up, her arms wrapped around herself. When there was nothing left to throw up, she just sat there and coughed with the bile dripping down her chin.

A warm feeling suddenly embraced the crying girl. A warm and safe sensation rolled over her bruised body. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision slightly blurry. It was as if a pure wave of securness had rolled over her. As if someone perfectly pure and good had embraced her.
She looked around the bloodstained room, looking for someone good. She couldn't find anyone though. Just blood, dead bodies, more blood and the devil himself sitting on a bench. His back turned towards her.

Her eyes immidietly widened and she almost gasped. The new strength was cooperating with her adrealine, making it easier for her to concentrate. She knew what she had to do. What only she could do.
Soon, new people would enter the room. And the man was still having the dreadful gun in his stained hands. He would shoot them all, one after another.
Caroline was the only one who could attack him without him seeing her. She took a deep breath, a silennt one. She managed to get up from the floor without a sound, everything spinning violently due to the minor concussion she had gained from being thrown into a bench.

She sneaked closer, her light body not making a slight sound. Her heart had never beat that fast, she was afraid that it might stop at anytime.
Her thin fingers embraced the back of the metallic chair. Without a slight sound she lift it up from the ground. It was a heavy chair, she could merely lift it with her weak arms that were shaking so violently. But the adrealin and the pure energy gave her strength. She could do this.

She was there now. Right behind him. She could feel the smell of him, a smell that now was making her freeze. And a smell of blood and evil was also covering him. She felt the nausea come back, but she managed to swallow the bile.

Another deep breath, soundless. Her face was distorted from pain, fear, sorrow and anger as she lifted the chair high above her head. A step forward, and the heavy chair was violently slammed into the devil´s head part.

Sebastian Noir

Sebastian heard Domenic’s answer and the question he asked him. ”if I believe in angels?... actually... yes, I do believe that there are angelic beings in this human world and that they are among us.” he said as he turned his head towards the other guy. Sebastian noticed that the guy was praying and that he felt pain. But before Sebastian could really think about it his attention was drawn to the street as 2 police cars and an ambulance drove by with their sirens on.

Sebastian stood up as watched the cars going around a corner at the end of the road. He turned towards Domenic and said ”I’m going to see where those sirens go to… it was nice speaking to you Domenic” before he ran after the police cars.

As he was getting closer to the destination of the cars more and more police cars and ambulances came by Sebastian. ”this is serious. What has happened over there???” he thought to himself as he saw that the police cars were heading towards a school.

There was so much noise inside her hurted head. So many voices. So many people screaming at her, so many gunshots. She didn't know wich ones was for real, and wich ones that she was only imagining. She didn't know if she was dreaming, or if she was awake. She hoped that she was dreaming a awful nightmare, because this didn't make any sense at all.

The man she had slammed the door into was laying on the ground, unconcious. But that wasn't what was shocking her. There was something giant and white sticking out of his back. A pair of beautiful white wings, something that looked like the wings from a white dove. Or from an angel. But this wasn't an angel. This was a devil. And she was just dreaming. She was convinced.

She slowly sank down on the ground again, she was shaking violently. The chair hit the ground with a loud thud.
Then she saw the gun. The gun had fell out of the man´s hand and was laying there right infront of her.
She just needed to end this bad dream, right? And then everything would be ok. Every bad memory would dissapear. The blood stained room and the dead bodies would no longer haunt her.

The gun was still warm, but yet cold, as she wrapped her thin fingers around it. She felt the nausea come back and if she had had anything left to throw up, she would definitly have thrown up.
She held the gun in a firm grip now, shaking violently. She slowly lift the gun, and she twitched as the pipe touched her head. The gun was already unsafted, and her finger touched the trigger. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.

"I do, because I know that there is someone that will hear it" Domenic said after realizing that he clenched his cross with his hands. He carefully let go of it. His eye was looking around. All the people, the school. The building had several windows but there was only one that was open. The energy flowing out was evil. Domenic noticed that something was bothering Sebastian. Could he feel it too?

Domenic took a few steps back before turning around and quickly walked away from the crowd. He needed to get inside. Maybe in the back of the school. There must be a back door or something there.

The angel hurried to find his way to the other side of the school building. A few meters away was two policemen watching so that no one would get inside. They got distracted by some people trying to get too close to the building, so Domenic took his chance and sneaked past them. Luckily enough there wasn't anyone on the back. He tried to open the back door without success. "Damn.." he said quietly to himself. Looking up, he found a few windows that was open. Carefully he unfolded his white wings and, without making a sound, he made his way to one of the windows and sneaked in.

There was no one there. He could feel the evil aura been close. As he made his way towards the source, he folded his wings back. The angel was walking as quiet as he could. Then, he heard a small sobbing from one of the classrooms. When looking in, he found a girl with a gun to her head and...an angel?
"You don't have to do it" he said and put his warm hand before the girls eyes. His voice was calm and friendly. Somehow, without making a sound, he had walked past the dead bodies and now was behind the young girl. "Don't be scared. I'm here to help you" he said, knowing that she would be frightened. "He cannot hurt you as long as I'm here, okay?"

The girl dropped the gun to the floor. She gripped his pants and burst out in tears. Domenic felt so sorry for her, being the one to see all of this. She must've been so scared. So alone. The man, the angel, on the floor. The fair haired man recognized him and felt slightly uncomfortable by the fact of it.

The angel squatted in front of the crying girl. He carefully removed some of the blood that was on her face with his hand. "I'm not going to leave you, I promise" Domenic said to the girl. With his thumb he drew a small cross on her forehead, just out of habit. "I'll be here for as long as you want me to."

Domenic put one of his arms around the green haired, crying girl. With the other hand, he gently touched the feathers of the wings that belonged to the one on the floor. The energy that came flowing was the one he had felt when he was on the outside. The energy of pure evil. He didn't like it. To hide his identity from the other humans, he quickly made his two wings to disappear in to his body. The fair haired one had a feeling that this wasn't the last thing that Romeo would do.