Samantha: Book Two Part 1
keys to lock the door. His hands were shaking so violently that he could hardlyhold the keys, let alone get one in the door.I was in no hurry to cram myself into a corner, so I took the keys from himand locked the door. He looked at me as if I was crazy, but he seemed toappreciate it. He hurried to the back of the room and motioned for me to follow.Reluctantly, I did.Then I saw a shadow through the opaque window in the door. The otherssaw it too. No one moved or even breathed. Suddenly, the glass shattered. Theshadow put his hand through the window and turned the knob. He enteredcautiously, holding a gun out in front of him.Without thinking, I sprinted at him and tackled him. He didn’t even havetime to blink. He was strong though. As I struggled to get the gun from him, theothers stayed huddled in their corner. Part of me wanted to just run out on theseidiots, but I could never have done it.Fighting was not my specialty, but I kept him pinned for a few minutes.Then he jerked the gun free and I knew I was in trouble. Somehow, it ended upunderneath me and he fired it right through my gut. The others screamed. Hepushed me off him. The bullet had gone straight through, and I was losing a lot of blood.He got up slowly and picked up his gun. His hands were shaking, but thatdidn’t matter. The students had made themselves one huge target. He had a onehundred percent chance of hitting someone. I opened my hand and concentratedon the gun. I pictured the gun in my hand. My fingers tingled. I extended my arm.
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