#mglockdown

Kristopher Atchley sat on the roof of Bentley Memorial High. Despite all their efforts to keep everyone contained in the cafeteria, Kris had somehow managed to sneak past the supposedly ‘capable’ guards and snuck through the kitchen and up the fire escape. Forget about safety and security – the boy needed a fuckin’ cigarette. He was surprised more people weren’t cracking down; he knew he wasn’t the only smoker in Bentley.

Taking a cigarette out of his half empty pack, Kris lit it with a single flick of his lighter. The smoke inhaled into his lungs provided the most relieving feelings – but it wasn’t enough. All of this murder and death, it was triggering. He didn’t know how else to describe it to himself. Of course, he had to do everything he could t stay on the straight and narrow, but how was he expected to do something like that when murder and death were everywhere he looked? The itch was becoming too much; he needed to scratch it.

After spending a month and a half in juvenile for his delinquent behavior, one would think the boy would have learned by now. But an addiction was an addiction and his urges were just the same. Even more so, the fact that these so-called ‘authorities’ seemed to think that cramming everyone into the fucking cafeteria would keep the hysteria down was outright ridiculous. If anything, it increased the panic and put everyone on edge. And for someone like Kristopher, it made him want to rip out every throat of every single asshole in that room.

Filling his lungs with smoke once more, Kristopher imagined how he would kill a person in this situation. It would be so easy – everyone would just blame it on the self-proclaimed Puppeteer. Hell, Kristopher had to admire the guy’s work. Everything was set up so precisely and well thought out – clearly this guy had done his homework. He was a real psychopath. Those were rare. Kristopher had thought at one point that maybe he was the only one who appreciated murder for what it really was – art.