Before Peter could even think of a response, Terrance was gone.  The boy ran full speed towards the sound of the gun shot, dragging his hand along the wall to feel where he was and when to turn.  Peter chased after him, calling out in hopes that he would stop and come to his senses. But to Peter's surprise, Terrance was fast, insanely fast.

"Terrance! Terrance stop!" Peter shouted. "Terrance-" he managed to grab hold of the boys shirt, only be pulled along with him. Feeling the sudden drag, Terrance stopped.

"What?! WHAT IS IT PETER?! WHAT THE HELL IS-"

"You're gonna get us BOTH killed!" Peter exclaimed, not letting go of Terrance's shirt. They were facing each other, though Peter had pressed them both against the wall in an effort to stay somewhat out of sight.  Terrance's eyes were blue, and very pretty blue at that. Though they were vacant, looking nearly dead and slightly dull or faded. Not in a milky sort of tone that you'd expect from a person perhaps born blind, just faded in a way Peter could describe. His eyes never looked at Peter, though his attention faced his direction. His vacant gaze looked through Peter as if he weren't there.

"Peter- that's your name right? Whatever." Terrance sighed. "You said the room was in that direction, and that the rest of you guys who came out here went that way. THEY might ALL be killed if something has gone wrong."

"True, but you can't run in there like a reckless idiot. You'll end up as just another body." Peter said.

"You don't understand Peter." Terrance grit. "Those people are my friends. I don't know what I would do if he- they- UGH!"

"It's ok, Terrance. It'll be ok. We just have to be careful, alright?" Peter said, finally letting go of Terrance's shirt. "I'm going to peak around the corner. The door is somewhere over there, I'll see if there's someone- you know-"

"Guns."

"Yeah. A gun." Peter slid past Terrance and flattened his back against the wall. He slowly peeked around the corner, his eyes landed on the black door which lay open.

My gosh I don't know how to write. The block is insane. Power through man come on.

"I don't see anyone." He reported. Terrance urged him forward. Peter didn't sense a threat, so he went in to investigate. He helped guide Terrance to the door where he cautiously peered inside. There, he found his answer to the quarry lingering in his mind.

"What happened guys?!" Peter exclaimed, stepping into the room with Terrance. On the floor was a body, wearing the coats the faculty wore.

"Is anyone hurt?!" Terrance asked urgently.

"Terrance! What are you doing out here?!" Iisan seethed.

"I heard gun shots, moron!" Terrance stated. "I was worried."

"You could have been killed!" Iisan said.

"Yeah yeah Peter already gave me an earful." Terrance said with sass. "Answer my question."

"No one is hurt, Terry." Jason replied.

"But what happened?! Why is there a dead body?!" Peter gestured towards the dead man laying flat on his face before him, a bullet hole marking the back of his head.

"I shot him." Greydon said like it was no big deal.

"You shot him?!"

"That's what I just said, dumbass." Greydon remarked, holding up the gun in his hand. "He pulled a gun out first, so I just did my thing."

"Where'd you get a gun?!"

"Storage closet."

"You mean you already stole one without telling us?!"

"Pfff yeah."

"Greydon!"

"PeTeR!"

"Shut up, both of you." Mara rolled her eyes. "There's a lot of stuff to carry, so make yourself useful." She said, handing a duffel bag to Peter. "It would take too much time to sort everything valuable out to take so we're just bringing the student bags we know have the good stuff in them."

"Terry you shouldn't have come." Iisan whispered, now standing at Terrance's side and whispering to him.

"It's fine, alright?" Terrance said as Mara handed him two bags to carry.

"Dude you didn't even bring your guide dog?!" Jason said from across the room.

"Uh, no. That would be dangerous for both me and Theodore."

"And is your cane too dangerous to take too?" Jason snarked.

"I was in a hurry."

"Well, it's-"

"Jason, shut up." Iisan snapped.

"Alright dude I'm shutting up." Jason said, scooping up a particularly large bag into his arms.

"Let's get the hell out of here." Greydon said and moved to the door. They followed him out, seeing as he was the one who'd memorized the way to get back. They found no trouble in getting back to the main room. Only a few times did they see an employee and have to hide till they left.

A/N I just found out my friend had to go to the ER. Coincidentally I almost did today to but didn't go cause my fam had a dinner party thing :) wE coulda been ER buddies! (They're fine now btw)

Making their way to the room came easy, but finding Dr. Braunt was already inside alarmed them. They couldn't enter until he left. But he wouldn't leave until he took a child with him.

Which meant another student would die because they weren't fast enough in getting back.

"Shit." Greydon cursed.

"What do we do?" Jason asked.

"We can't do anything without exposing this operation." Iisan grumbled. "If we step in, we risk everyone's lives."

"But whoever he takes-" Terrance began.

"We have to pretend they don't exist to us anymore. You can't let motions get in the way if you want to survive with as many people as possible." Iisan sighed. "It's our fault though, we should have moved faster."

"Kinda got preoccupied in shooting a guy." Mara complained.

"Who do you think it'll be?" Jason said with fear in his voice. No one had time to answer as Dr. Braunt existed the room. They hid around the hall, but peeked over just to be sure he was gone.

The gentle blonde girl, Ami Write, was being dragged across the floor by her wrists in the opposite direction. Her screams echoed around the halls, and her glasses had fallen off her face

"NO NO NO NO NO DONT DO THIS TO ME PLEASE!" She pleaded, choking on her sobs. "PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

Peter moved as if to step in and intervene but Greydon grabbed his shoulder to hold him back. He knew it was hopeless. He'd have to watch Ami be taken away, knowing fully well that she was going to die.

He'd have to watch the recording of her death soon tomorrow.

Once Braunt and Ami were gone, they dashed back into the room. The place was a wreck. Students were crying and mattresses were strewn about everywhere. It looked as though they'd tried to fight Braunt anyways, but somehow had failed. Peter's eyes noticed the holes in the mattresses. Something had happened here.

Something terrible.

Peter dropped his bags and rushed to MJ who was curled up on a mat, crying to herself. He tried to get her to respond to him but she chose to ignore him. She just continued to lie there, crying silently in a world alone. She seemed so distant despite being right there in front of him.

Peter pulled MJ into a hug, cradling her body into his as if to bring comfort. She still didn't respond to him, though she did wrap her arms around his body to hold on.

A commotion arose from across the room where a heap of mattresses had been piled up. The goth girl, Stella, was screaming in pain. She was being horrible loud, cursing out the world and physically hitting anyone who approached her.

"Stop it Stella!" Levy screeched. "We need to get the bullet out."

Bullet.

She had been shot.

"MJ- what happened?" Peter finally asked and she pulled away, rubbing her eyes.

"He took Stella's sister." She hiccuped. "So Stella tried to fight him off. He shot around the room and eventually aimed his gun at her..."

"FUCK!" Stella screeched. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME!"

"Stella!" Levy shouted.

"Stella stop!" Someone new approached her. It was a Terrance's little brother, Corvan. "If you keep moving your arm like that you'll-"

"Shut the FUCK up Blaire!"

"It's Corvan!" Levy snapped.

"I don't give a damn!" Stella screeched.

"Hold her still." Levy told Corvan. Corvan promptly pinned her to her mattress while Levy got closer to inspect the bullet hole in her shoulder. Levy wavered her fingers around the area, and Peter could hardly believe what he was seeing. "Be quiet, ok?"

"What are you- HHHHNGG!" Stella convulsed. Levy continued whatever she was doing, and it appeared that the bullet was magically lifting itself from Stella's shoulder. Once out, Levy tossed it aside. "How did you do that?!"

"Tweezers."

"You don't have-" Levy clapped a hand over Stella's mouth.

"You must be delusional from the pain." Levy said whimsically.

Peter returned his attention back to MJ. She was still crying, but not as hard anymore. She just leaned her head on Peter's shoulder, and not a word was exchanged between them.

That night, everyone slid their mats together so that there was a sense of comfort in being around people. Stella was being loud all night, crying and cursing to herself, talking out loud, and crying some more. Peter couldn't blame her. She knew, as did everybody, that her sister was currently on the journey to death, if not already at the end of that road.

Peter slept with MJ in his arms. He was scared that if they didn't do something soon, she'd be the next to go. He couldn't imagine a world without her in it. He hugged her as if this was the last night they'd ever spend together.

Many students did the same. Even with just their friends, though some did have their significant other still here and alive. Terrance's girlfriend was here. She had no idea what was happening right now. Neither did she know that her boyfriend was currently sleeping with another.

It was hard to find sleep that night. But eventually, it came to Peter and he didn't wake even once until morning came. He would have kept sleeping, if not for the loud cry interrupting him.

"What's going-" MJ began to say, also sealed by the sound. She froze, as did Peter, for standing in the only door this room had, was someone no one dreamed of seeing again.

It was Ami Write.

And her body was covered in holes.

A/N sorry for the weird chapter. Not too proud of it tbh. I've had a lot happen today and I still wanted to make a daily chapter so tbh is what you get I guess.

I seriously might be dying but idk, I can't go to the doctor. Something's wrong and I'm using this fic to distract myself. Idk what to do.

-Peter