[ WP ] A young , mentally distraught high school student , weapon in tow , decides to shoot up his school before taking his own life . Just before the moment of truth , another student in his class opens fire on his class mates . What does he do next ?

*It's the worst crime I can think of. My last bit of revenge against my horrible life. And even then, the gods wo n't let me die with dignity. * 
 
 I lay on the scuffed plastic-y tile, feeling my blood pour out of the shot in my hip. It's painful, but sort of freeing. 
 
 `` Hey dude, how are you holding up?'' The other assailant croaks out. He's got a bullet through his upper arm, looks like it nicked something bad by the looks of it. He's bleeding out almost as fast as I am. 
 
 `` Oh, you know.'' I cough, loud and ugly. Blood speckles my fingertips. `` Could be worse.'' 
 
 `` Yeah. I guess we should have coordinated, huh.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I guess.'' 
 
 He looks away. The sirens are getting closer now. It looks like the reaper will beat the police, though. That's fine. I did n't want to end up alive. 
 
 I attempt to scoot up the wall, trying to make my position more comfortable. The noise makes the other boy look back. I catch his eyes. `` Do you have any regrets?'' 
 
 He purses his lips. `` I guess. I never got to say goodbye to my dog.'' 
 
 `` Oh wow, better than my regret. Mine was that I never got to meet one of my favorite authors, Ben Cross.'' I cough again. It's getting tough to keep breathing, to be honest. 
 
 `` Ben Cross? The same Ben Cross that wrote'Marble Empire?' I love his work! Although his best was always -'' 
 
 `` The Aetherium Crisis! Dude, I know!'' I laugh a little, it quickly turns to more of the deathly cough. 
 
 `` I always identified with the main characters in his stories. Always strutting around, larger than life, but so fragile...'' 
 
 His eyes have begun to glaze over. He turns away again, a faint smile on his lips. `` We could have been friends,'' he whispers, barely audible over the sirens. 
 
 I frown. `` Yeah.'' I close my eyes for the last time. `` I guess we could have.''
