CHAPTER 8

TWO DAYS LATER, THE CARNIVAL WAS HERE. WE ALL WERE THERE, AND THERE WAS MUSIC, FOOD, AND EVERYTHING THAT CAN MAKE YOU HAPPY. BUT THERE WAS FEAR TOO. "WHAT'S WITH THE SAD FACE?" ROMAN INQUIRED. "HE SAID HE'LL BE HERE AND NONE OF THIS MAKES YOU HAPPY, RIGHT?" I REPLIED. "YUP, THERE'S NOTHING IN HERE THAT CAN POSSIBLY MAKE ME HAPPY LIKE THIS STUPID AND ANNOYING MUSIC AND THE FOOD THAT WILL MAKE YOU SICK" HE POINTS TOWARDS THE FOOD. "HOW ARE YOU SO CALM?" I QUESTIONED. "HE'S JUST LIKE US, JUST A BIT MORE EVIL" HE CHUCKLED. NICOLE AND JHON CAME RUSHING. "SOMEONE JUST WALKED IN WITH A GUN," SHE SAID. "MR. MARTIN JUST LEFT TO CHECK" JHON ADDS. THEN WE HEARD A LOUD GUNSHOT. "MAYBE YOU'RE TOO LATE TO TELL THAT" ROMAN SAID. ALL THE STUDENTS, TEACHERS AND GUESTS STARTED RUNNING AND SCREAMING, MAYBE SOMEONE CALLED 911 OR NO ONE DID.

JHON WENT TO THE SPORTS ROOM TO GET SOMETHING USEFUL AND ALSO TO LOOK FOR MR.MARTIN. NICOLE AND I, WE DECIDED TO GO LOOK FOR THE KING. ROMAN HAD TO GO WITH JHON. "LIVANA!" HE CALLED. "LISTEN, IF AYONE OF US GETS LOST OR SOMETHING ELSE HAPPENS, YOU AND NICOLE WILL LEAVE," HE SAID. ' YES,' I NOD. WE WENT ON THE LEFT AND THEY, ON THE RIGHT. UNFORTUNATELY, WE SPLIT UP. I WAS WALK PASSING A CLASSROOM. I HEARD FOOTSTEPS. I LOCKED MYSELF IN A CLASSROOM. HE STARTED SHOOTING TOWARDS THE GLASS WINDOWS. THE GLASS DID HIT ME, ON MY HAND AND MY HEAD. "GREAT!" I MUMBLED. HE GOT IN, I TOOK A CHAIR WHICH WAS LYING IN A CONNER. I BROKE THE CHAIR ON HIM AND RAN OUT. I, THEN BUMPED INTO SOMEONE. I COULD HAVE HURT HIM. "STOP!!, STOP" IT WAS ROMAN. "ARE YOU CRAZY!" I YELLED. "WHERE IS JHON?" I SNAPPED. "WHERE'S NICOLE?" HE ASKED. "WE SPLIT UP" I REPLIED. "WE DID THE SAME" HE ANSWERED. WE WERE BOTH BLEEDING. WE WALKED FOR A WHILE AND STOPPED. I SAT ON THE FLOOR. "YOU'RE BLEEDING," HE SAID. "YOU'RE BLEEDING TOO," I SAID. "HOLD ON," HE SAID. "WHAT ARE YOU, 17?" I CHUCKLED. "18, YOU'RE 17. SO TECHNICALLY I'M OLDER THAN YOU" HE LAUGHED. "17 AND A HALF" I CORRECT. ROMAN THEN REMOVED THE GLASS PIECE FROM MY WRIST. ROMAN RECEIVED A CALL FROM AN UNKNOWN NUMBER. "ON SPEAKER," SAID THE MAN ON THE PHONE. ROMAN PUTS THE CALL ON SPEAKER. "GOOD EVENING, I'VE YOUR FRIENDS, UM...NICOLE AND JHON RIGHT?. SO ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS COME TO YOUR CLASS BEFORE WE KILL YOUR FRIENDS, AND DO NOT CALL THE POLICE. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND, NOW HURRY UP THE CLOCK IS TICKING." HE DECLINED THE CALL.

NEXT STEP, OUR CLASS. WE WALKED IN NICOLE AND JHON WERE STANDING IN A CONNER. MY BACKPACK WAS ON A TABLE (WHICH NO ONE NOTICED). JHON RUSHED TO PUNCH THE KING, BUT HE SHOT HIM. NICOLE SCREAMED. "SHH...NO RUNNING," HE SAID. JHON WAS LYING ON THE FLOOR, BLEEDING. HE REMOVED HIS MASK. "SIT," HE SAID. WE SAT DOWN, TO OUR SURPRISE IT WAS NONE OTHER THAN OUR HISTORY TEACHER ALAIN MARTIN. "NO WONDER WHY I HAVE TRUST ISSUES" I MUMBLED. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" ROMAN ASKED WITH HIS VOICE SHAKING. "THIS ISN'T SINNER'S GAME, IS IT?" I EXHALED.

"CORRECT!" HE EXCLAIMED. " YOU KNOW THE IMPORTANCE OF FAMILY, RIGHT BERK?. THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME, MY PARENTS, MY WIFE, MY CHILDREN. SO I APPOINT PEOPLE TO KILL THEM. ALL OF THEM!. EVERYTHING WAS FINE UNTIL YOUR STUPID SISTER RUINED IT. SO THE BISHOP KILLED HER. BUT AGAIN, YOU STUPID KIDS ARE INTERESTED IN PLAYING SHERLOCK. NOW LET'S PLAY A GAME, SHALL WE?". THERE WAS NO GUILT ON HIS FACE, JUST A CREEPY SMILE.

HE WAS SITTING INFRONT OF A CHESSBOARD. "WHAT DO YOU THINK BERK?" HE SMILED. WE ST INFRONT OF THE CHESSBOARD. I WAS BLACK AND ALAIN WAS WHITE. HE MADE HIS FRIST MOVE PAWN TO E4. "THE DEAL IS SIMPLE YOU WIN YOU LEAVE, YOU LOSE YOU DIE," HE SAID. I MADE MY MOVE BLACK PAWN TO E5 "DEAL" I AGREED. WHITE KNIGHT TO F3 AND BLACK KNIGHT C6.HE MOVED HIS BISHOP TO C4, I THOUGHT FOR A WHILE AND MOVED PAWN TO D6, HE MOVED HIS SECOND KNIGHT TO C3. I KEPT THINKING. "HURRY UP...YOUR FRIEND IS DYING" HE WAS SMILING, NO MERCY. I PLAYED BISHOP TO G4. ALAIN MOVED HIS CONNER PAWN TO H3. BLACK BISHOP TO H5. "HA!" HE EXCLAIMED AND TOOK OVER MY PAWN ON E5. I SMILED, ALAIN WAS CONFUSED, BISHOP TO D1 AND "CHECKMATE!" I EXCLAIMED. "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" HE CRIED.

HE GOT HIS GUN AND I WAS HIS TARGET. ROMAN PICKED A WOODEN CHAIR AND BREAKS IT ON ALAIN. WE STARTED LAUGHING. BUT ALIN HATES LOSING, HE STANDS UP "NO ONE MOVES!" HE SAID. WE WERE STANDING STILL. I TOOK MY BAG. "DON'T MOVE!" HE YELLED. I TOOK THE PEPPER SPRAY AND SPRAYED IT. ALAIN STARTED TO RUB HIS EYES. ROMAN TOOK HIS GUN. "DON'T MOVE!" ROMAN ORDERS. BUT THEN SOMEONE SHOT ALAIN. "IT'S OKAY ROMAN PUT THE GUN DOWN" IT WAS DAVIS AND THE POLICE. "PERFECT TIMING!" NICOLE EXCLAIMED. ROMAN AND I, WE ROLLED OUR EYES.

THE COPS WERE TAKING ALAIN, DAVIS STOPPED THEM. I WAS STANDING BEHIND THEM. THEY DIDN'T SEE ME. "DON'T WORRY I WON'T TELL ANYONE, BISHOP" ALAIN SMIRKS. "I'LL GET YOU OUT" DAVIS PROMISED HIM. "ROMAN!" I RUSHED TO TELL HIM. "THE BISHOP!...." I WAS TRYING TO CATCH MY BREATH. "YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THAT, THE POLICE WILL TAKE CARE OF THAT" HE SMILED. "LET'S KEEP GOING" HE MOVED. WHILE WE WERE LEAVING ALAIN GAVE US THE CREEPIEST SMILE I COULD EVER IMAGINE, HE WAS SMILING AS IF THE GAME'S NOT OVER YET.