Holes in the Barrel

The smell of rain drenched pavement flowed into Gavin's nostrils. He pulled his long, flowing black trenchcoat away from the ground; he didn't want to get any water on it. The school was still five blocks away, and if anybody stopped Gavin, they would probably be able to smell the rancid gun powder still caked on his hands.

The sidewalk was littered with people. Several people dressed in important looking business suits glanced at Gavin, but returned to their cell phones and other materialistic items. Gavin paid no attention to these people; he just wanted to get to school. The reason everyone was looking at him was because school had been in session for almost six hours.

A thin fog began to rise from the street. Car headlights pierced throughh like sharp knives through a rotten apple. As Gavin looked into it, the swirling mist took the shapes of angels, then demons, as the cars shot through. Gavin only saw red.

The school was three blocks away. Gavin could see two students in the parking lot. It looked like they were smoking a cigarette. As he got closer, the two people came into view. It was Seth and Allysa. Oh fuck, he thought to himself. I told them not to be here today.

Allysa caught sight of Gavin and threw her half-smoked cigarette to the ground. She ran toward him and threw her long, slender arms around him. "Baby! I didn't think that you were gonna show up today! What made you change your mind..."

Gavin had produced his black and silver handgun. Holes were drilled into the barrel to keep the small sonic boom of the bullet silent as he shot it. Allysa's eyes grew wide with fear as the gun was aimed at her forehead.

"I thought I told you, both of you," He said, glancing at Seth, who was riveted to the spot, then throwing his eyes back on Allysa. "Not to fucking come today. I think I remember saying that. Yeah, I said that." Gavin wasn't really worried about the fact that he was holding a gun to his girlfriends head. He was more worried about the gun itself. If he had drilled the silencer holes wrong, then the gun could explode, tearing his hand from the rest of his arm. He couldn't even imagine the pain as small pieces of metal cut through his arm, severing his nerves and tendons. Shrapnel from a gun was supposedly the worst.

"You...you...you did! But..but...but..." Gavin didn't wait for an answer. He squeezed the cold trigger. The gun kicked, forcing his arm into the air. If you had been there, you wouldn't have been able to here a blast. Allysa's head disappeared in red mist of brains and blood and bone. Gavin and Seth were covered in small fragments of what was left of Allysa's entire head.

"Oh fuck!" Seth yelled. Gavin turned the gun on him. He only saw red. "Dude! What the fuck are you doing!"

"I told you..." Gavin said in a deadly whisper, "not to be here today." The gun kicked again as another small piece of metal exited through the barrel with holes drilled into it. The sonic boom was surpressed as air rushed out of the holes and the bullet entered Seth's chest, shattering his spinal cord as it zipped through his body and crashed through the back. The bullet left a hole the size of what was once Allysa's head.

I guess this gun ain't gonna fuck up on me, Gavin thought as he strolled through the school parking lot. The other one might be screwed up though.

He had two other guns with him. A handgun exactly like the one he had just used to shoot the two people he cared most about, and a saw-off shotgun. The shotgun was strapped inside his trenchcoat with a one foot length of duct tape. The jagged end of the crudely sawed barrel poked and scratched his fair skin through his tight black t-shirt.

The front door to the school was made of glass. It bore the schools coat-of-arms; and eagle clutching a stack of books. How fuckin' queer is that? Gavin thought to himself as he raised the gun and blasted that eagle in the forehead. The window shattered into billions of tiny pieces. This is it. No turning back now. Everything was in slow motion. The pieces of glass caught the weak sun and threw rays of light around the lobby like an insane disco ball. Gavin recognized three teachers the minute that the door fragments hit the floor. An office aide and a parent were standing at the front office window as the parent signed a check-out form. Gavin could barely see the principle in his office look up.

Gavin planted the first silent bullet into the principles neck. His neck bone exploded and flew threw the huge opened that the speeding bullet created underneath his head. The large, built man flew backwards. His chair flipped as he hurlted towards the blood-covered wall behing him. Bone and brain matter were slipping sluggishly down the wall before he hit the floor.

The people in the lobby were still trying to register what was going on when Gavin turned the gun on one of the teachers.

BAM! BAM!

Two bullets soared in the teachers directions. One of slugs thudded into a one of the their chests. The lady fell to the floor, spilling books and papers that she had been holding. The second bullet had missed its target. Instead, it struck a marble statue of Abraham Licoln. The stone nose flew off and hit another one of the teachers on her temple. She dropped to the floor next to the dead lady. She's just unconcious, he thought. Fuck it. The gun turned onto the last teacher. The male. The trigger seemed to squeeze itself as the teachers chest exploded.

By now, the ofice aide had dropped behind the counter screaming. The parent was running out through the rements of the glass door. Oh hell no bitch. Gavin raised the gun and the parent went down. He walked behind the desk and saw the office aide.

"No! No!" She screamed. "Please don't kill me! Please!"

Gavin felt no pity as he blew her head in half.

He walked over to the unconsious teacher and pressed the hot, smoking barrel against her bleeding temple. The chamber clicked when he pulled the trigger. He reached for the other handgun, then thought, Fuck that. I want bigger and better things. He reached into his pocket and produced a switchblade. With one quick flich of his thumb, the duct tape was cut away from his chest and the sawed-off shotgun feel to the floor. He had twenty shells. If he aimed good, he could take out up to three people in one shot. He pressed the ragged barrel to the teachers temple again. The jagged edges sliced into the skin a fraction of an inch. He pulled the trigger and was threwn back by the force of the kick. The teachers entire body jolted, as if twitching, as the head and shoulders disenigrated in a red mist of blood and gore.

As the shot reverberated through the hallway, Gain heard students in the classrooms begin to scream. Oh shit. The herd is alerted. He walked quickly down the hall, hoping that they would stay in the classrooms.

The first door came into view. He strolled toward it and burst into the room, opening fire. He got lucky, four people in one shot. The little fucker can spread! He took about the entire class in seven shots. By then, students were streaming into the hallway. The entire school was his shooting gallery.

By now, Gavin was drenched in blood. The ripped intestines of almost every person that he had killed covered his trenchcoat. Oozing globs of brain and guts hung from his hair like morbid Christmas ornaments.

The next classrom wasn't as easy. He had to use up the rest of his shells in order to take everyone out. They ran for the door, so they were harder targets. One guy even grabbed the barrel of the gun and tried to jerk it away, but Gavin blew out his stomach.

I guess I won't get the whole school. Oh well, I can at least get some more of them with my little gun.

He pulled out his last handgun. I can't forget to save the last bullet for myself. The students who had any sense at all were now running from their classrooms as they tried to get out of the school or find a place to hide. Gavin found the one person that he wanted to kill most of all, a large jock that had always beaten and tormented him for the last three years. Gavin held the gun up, aiming into his back.

As he pulled te trigger, two things happened at once: The bullet flew and punded into its targets back. He screamed and fell to the floor, twitching before he died.

The other thing: the gun exploded. Pieces of metal and schrapnel flew all over the place. One large piece of the gun barrel flew into Gavins eye, slicing into it like a knife. Gavins last thought before the metal lodged itself into his brain and killed him was I didn't drill the holes right.