[ WP ] Two victims of bullying make a plan to shoot up their high school together . However , they both secretly plan to betray the other in order to become a hero .

*'' YOU FUCKING TRAITOR! `` * 
 
 * **'' IT WAS N'T SUPPOSED TO GO OUT LIKE THIS! `` ** * 
 
 *'' YOU FUCKING SHOT ME! `` * 
 
 
 Dylan catched his breath, leaning against the bullet-ridden bookcase. In one hand, he gripped the half-empty Tec-9. With his other hand, he gripped his shoulder; which was shot earlier. His hand was caked with the dark red liquid, the crimson blood tinkling down from where he was shot, the black shirt being enriched with a dark crimson color. Eric leaned against one of the tables, leaning down next to the dead body that Dylan blew away only minutes ago. Bullet casings, small blotches of blood, and broken glass littered the Library. 
 
 Eric and Dylan had planned this for months. They both were friends, and were bullied by the men and women of the High School. They made a plan, and it was to make sure they both were infamous; Get a stockpile of ammo, pipebombs, and weapons and light the school ablaze together. However, Eric had a plan of his own. He realized that he could actually be praised as a hero in another way. He decided that he would kill Dylan, as to'save the school'. 
 
 Dylan reached out his Tec-9, blind-firing from the bookcase. The rounds plunked around Eric, one tearing a small hole through the table he was near. Dylan screamed, *'' YOU FUCKING WANTED TO CAP ME? WE WERE SUPPOSED TO SET HISTORY TOGETHER! `` * Eric pumped the shotgun again, blind-firing a shot at him. The rounds were absorbed into the bookcase, a few going stray and breaking a monitor on the computer desk near Dylan. As he ducked back down, he pumped the shotgun, yelling over to Dylan; * **'' I WANTED TO BE A HERO, ALRIGHT!? `` ** * The shotgun ejected a shell from the pump, then loaded in another one as he cocked it back up. 
 
 Eric decided that he would n't get far with a shotgun, tossing it aside. It make a clanking sound as it collided by a table. Eric yanked out his Hi-Point Rifle, loading in a magazine as he chambers it again. Dylan blind-fired another five shots, before the sound of a *click*. He ejects the magazine, before sliding back. As he loads in another magazine, Eric started firing at the bookcases, the rounds flying at the adjacent bookcases and tables. Paper and wood shredded as the rounds tore through them. *'' I'M FUCKING TAKING YOU DOWN, YOU CUNT! `` * yelled Dylan as he chambered a round in his weapon again. 
 
 Evan leaned out, noticing the loaded shotgun that was in his reach. He took a quick peek, and while the two were distracted firing at each other, he grabbed the shotgun. He stopped for a second after holding the weapon in his hands. Evan looked over, then took a deep breath and exhaled. The click of a magazine was heard again, and as Dylan was reloading, Evan got up and jumped into the air, aiming his shotgun at Eric. 
 
 *'' You know how you, uh, feel that moment when time slows down, because all the adrenaline is running through your brain and veins? It was like that. `` * Evan walked over to one of the tables, the cameraman and interviewer walking over as well. Evan tapped the table a few times, before looking over to the interviewer. Evan continued talking, *'' This is where Eric, uh, was when I jumped over at him. `` * The interviewer blinked a few times, before looking back at Evan. *'' What happened then, Mr. Evan? `` * said the interviewer, a tone of curiosity in his voice. Evan grinned a bit, before sliding into one of the wooden chairs near the table. 
 
 Eric turned over, before seeing Evan. He was staring down the barrel of his own twelve-gauge shotgun. Eric fumbled to shoot Evan, but Evan was a quicker shot. Eric felt the immense pain, the heat of the blast, then nothing. His head was blown off, blood and bits of brain matter caking Evan and the area around Eric. The headless body was partly over the table, Eric's upper torso on top of the turned-over table. Evan tossed the shotgun down, before grabbing the Rifle he had. Dylan finished chambering a round, before stopping for a second. He looked at the headless body, and Evan looking over at him. They connected eyes for only a second. Dylan quickly moved back, digging into his pocket and pulling out one of the pipebombs. He groaned as he took off his blood-caked hand from the shoulder, grabbing his lighter and lighting the pipe bomb. He moved out of cover, and got into a position to chuck it over. 
 
 Evan freaked out, and started unloading. Shell after shell came out of the rifle, round after round pelting Dylan in the chest. Both of them fell back, Evan from the sheer recoil, and Dylan from being shot in the chest so many times. He fell back with a crackling thud, pipe bomb still gripped in his hand. Dylan screamed a blood-curdling scream as the pipe bomb blew up. 
 
 *'' I do n't know why I had the courage, or how. All I know is that I stopped two of my classmates from killing anymore people,'' * Evan recounted again, sitting on the chair with his hands cupped together. The interviewer was at this point, sitting in the adjacent chair to Evan. *'' Alright, Mr. Evan. One last question for you tonight,'' * said the interviewer. *'' Are you a hero, in your own opinion? `` * 
 Evan remained silent for a bit, before turning back to the man. He finally spoke, `` I killed two people that day, I do n't think of myself as a hero. I simply did what was right. `` *
