Beckett P.O.V

The wind attempted to soothe me, as I walked along the road. I walked straight past Eric's house, knowing that I would probably beat him if he tagged along. I dragged my bat along the floor as I walked, muttering to myself. Passers by must have wondered what I was doing; and I could safely think the same. I felt like I wasn't in control of my body, like the voices inside my head were moving my limbs for me. Only a few hours to go, one voice said, cheering me up. The frown was essentially erased from my face, as I came to the end of the road, the dirt pathway to the woods surrounding the city.

The woods were my safe haven. Each of the trees probably knew more about me than I knew about me; I'd spent a lot of my childhood escaping to them regularly. Ever since that fat imbecile had entered my life, I found myself spending more and time hidden amongst the trees. It was the only place that I could hide from him, seeing as he was a lot bigger than I. The day that my mother brought that man home was the day that the world began to end. The four children he had essentially forced her to have, almost one after the other, added to her misery. She loved her sweet little babes, it wasn't hard to tell, but the financial strain was almost too much for her to bear.

I sighed, kicking a rock into the distance, looking up at the grey sky. It looked like it was about to rain; I hoped that it did. I loved it when the rain fell, saturating my clothes, soaking into my hair. I closed my eyes, as it began to hurl itself down from the heavens, closing my eyes, letting the droplets bounce off my face. I span my bat around in my hand, the rain awaking my imagination. In my mind, I could picture the moment that his head would cave in, blood spattering everywhere. I knew that I would feel an immense sense of relief as he took his final breath. For one, I knew that I would cheer, laughing hysterically, clapping like a madman. The thought of looking into his lifeless, cloudy eyes would bring about a joy that I had never experienced before. Chewing my bottom lip, I left the trail in my usual fashion, dragging my bat along the trunks of the trees. I felt sorry for the poor things, as they had endured a lot of my anger over the years; one tree in particular being my chosen place. Standing in front of it, the branches waving, they welcomed me into the clearing. The old oak had lots of wounds on its body from years and years of meeting my baseball bat. Cocking my head to the side, I stared at it for a while. Moss had begun to creep up its body, wrapping itself around the lower branches.

Running forward, grunting, swinging the bat, I struck the trunk. A loud crack echoed throughout the clearing with each and every swing. Tongue between my teeth, I was panting like a rabid animal, screaming as my strikes got quicker and quicker. I threw my bat, sinking to the floor, bringing my knees up to my head. My breathing was raspy, as tears began to fall from my eyes, burning my cheeks as they ran down my cheeks. Breath escaped from behind my teeth, hissing as I exhaled, hands rubbing my eyes. Sleep deprivation, drugs, and the anger bubbling over inside me had caused me to cry. I was happy that Eric wasn't here - that I was completely alone with the forest, keeping my weaknesses to myself. A good leader doesn't show their weaknesses, a voice reminded me, I nodded as I stood up. Regulating my breathing, I held onto my bat, closing my eyes. "It's a matter of hours until he's gone. I won't be alone, my recruits will destroy their enemies, and we'll be triumphant." I said, a smile spreading across my face. Kissing my bat, I span it in my hand, before leaving my clearing.
                                    ~>•<~

My flock was waiting patiently for me by the entrance to the door. Most of them had torches in their hands, awaiting 'the grand tour' of the eventual murder scene. I still had my bat in hand, having spent the remainder of my afternoon pacing in Ronald's office, imagining his brains on the walls. I stood before them, as they looked up at me in awe. Staring at them in silence, I scanned my supporters. There were people of all backgrounds, people from every walk of life. Rich or poor, black or white, male or female, gay or straight. I was proud to have each of them as members of my crowd. Smiling, I opened my mouth. "Monday is almost upon us, boys and girls. I hope that you're all prepared. I need everything to run as smooth as possible, everything has to be perfect. Am I clear?" I asked, opening my arms.

"Yes Beckett." They each said in unison, I nodded.

"Let us begin." I said, raising my eyebrows, smiling. I turned on my heel, unlocking the door. The alarm began to sound, but that wasn't a problem. Dear little Eric was already shuffling over to the box, punching in the code - 237996. He hurried over to stand next to me, his hands dug deep into his pockets, probably looking for another Twinkie. He smelt of bacon grease - like it had been clinging to his skin for centuries. Grimacing, I proceeded to the end of the long hallway, feeling like a lieutenant as my soldiers followed behind. I stopped, turning to face them. "You see that?" I asked, using my bat to point to the fire alarm. Above it, was a large speaker. "That, is where you'll hear the signal. If you hear nothing, the plan doesn't go ahead. No signal?" I asked, raising a hand to my ear.

"No revolution." They said in unison; I could see the eagerness in their eyes. I raised an eyebrow, turning again to face the stairs. Their footsteps behind me was reassuring, comforting, as I felt accomplished in the fact that I had a following. Smirking to myself, getting to the top of the stairs, I waited until everybody was at the top before carrying on.

"Okay. Two of you will be at the top of the main stairs, two at the bottom. Tom, Neil - you take the top. Eric, Megan - you take the bottom. There shouldn't be a mass panic, as each of the class rooms will be locked. No matter what happens, you stay in that classroom, until I come down." They nodded, Eric smiling, as he had been given a big role in the grande finale. He also had the run job of locking the front door, and all of the other exits whilst everybody prepared themselves. We couldn't risk any of the accused escaping, as the police would be obliged to intervene. "Weapons, you'll bring yourself. I'm not in charge of you, I'm not your mother. Put it in your bag before you go out of the front door tomorrow, we wouldn't want any of you forgetting. Are there any questions?" I asked, scanning my audience.

"Where will you be?" Neil asked, brushing his long hair out of his face.

"In the Principal's office, paying him a little visit. You won't need to worry about me, focus on you." I said, smiling, scanning for more hands.

"What if somebody calls the police? What do we do then?" Robert asked, clutching onto Annaliese. Admittedly, they were an unlikely couple in my eyes, but they were fascinating together nonetheless.

"Stand your ground. We're here for a reason. Nobody, can tell us to stop. Nobody, can obstruct the way of the justice we're bringing - not even the law. No cop on this earth will come into this building unless we allow them to. When I've finished with the principal, I'll walk down the central stairs so that you can all see me coming. Then, we'll address the masses that are likely to gather outside." I said.

That was it. We were all in agreement, all prepared to exact our revenge on those that dared to force us down. They filed out of the door afterwards, Eric waiting obediently by the door for me. "What now, boss?" He asked, a grin on his face. I felt sick standing next to him, wanting to drag him into a classroom and bash his brains in.

"I'm going up to Ronald's office for a while. I'll lock up. Go home, prepare yourself." I said. For once, he nodded, leaving me be. He had a lot to do when he got home. If I was correct in thinking, it was old Mrs Ryans' last day on earth today. I knew that he would make it count; by letting her do whatever it was that she did to him. I cringed, as he walked off into the darkness.

Relief washed over me as soon as in knew that I was completely alone. There was laughter inside my head as I headed towards the central stairs, the echoes of my boots against the laminate flooring ricocheted off the inside of my skull. Shaking my head, I frowned, biting my bottom lip. All of the voices that had taken residence inside my head were talking to each other, each one trying to be louder than the others. Making a left, I walked leisurely to his office. Glancing at his receptionist's desk, I looked over to his door. The scene of the crime. His blood would be spattered all over the walls, pieces of his brain covering the cheap paintings on the walls. Smiling, I shoved the key into the lock, twisting it, the door squealing as I entered.

The room was shrouded by the smell of cheap alcohol, which was probably sitting idly underneath his desk. Slamming it shut, I breathed in, hand firmly grasping my bat. I was beyond excited, but pacing managed to bring my emotions down to almost nothing. Wandering over to his desk, I picked up a picture of my mother. She was holding her children, love and fear mixing together in her beautiful eyes.

"Your time is up, Ronald." I growled, taking the picture with me, leaving his office.

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Song Of The Chapter - Kids With Guns by Gorillaz

A.N

We're almost at the end of this story?? How do we feel?? I'm gonna explore something different in the next chapter, so, get excited I guess. <3