Wallflower stood up suddenly while the look on confusion on Sunset's face turned to complete horror. In one fluid motion, she whipped the right part of her coat backwards and pulled her shotgun out of her pants. Bringing it up quickly, she aimed right at Sunset's head, and pulled the trigger.
The sound of 12 gauge ripped through the library, while the buckshot ripped through Sunset's face. Blood and brain matter flew everywhere over Wallflower and the wall behind Sunset. The gun kicked up high, almost hitting herself in the face, but it didn't faze her in the slightest. Pure hatred for her former friend raged in her mind as she held a death glare at the remains of Sunset's head. Time seemed to move slow as she just stared until someone started screaming. Breaking out of her trance, she whipped her head towards the source and locked eyes with the librarian. Without having a second thought, Wallflower pulled the trigger again, and the deafening sound blasted throughout the library once again. The librarian fell almost immediately, blood oozing from the new holes in her body.
The rush from killing two people already was almost orgasmic to Wallflower. Discarding the double-barreled for the moment, she pulled out her pink Hi-Point and slammed a magazine in filled with 9mm. As people figured out what was going on, they screamed and filed out the various exits around them. Wallflower took aim at the closest one and starting firing. Several people fell while the rest kept on running. In less than 30 seconds, the whole library was empty besides what was left of Sunset Shimmer, the librarian, and Wallflower herself. The students shot in the back while trying to escape laid in the hallway, bleeding out and attempting to crawl to safety. Wallflower calmly reloaded both guns and made her way over to the crawling students. She didn't pay any attention to their cries and pleas for mercy as she executed each one.
Wallflower sighed as she once again reloaded the Hi-Point. She gave the bodies of her most recent victims a quick, blank stare before she started walking down the hallway towards the classrooms. An alarm had started sounding, signaling to the teachers and students that there was an active shooter on the property, but she paid it little mind. Undoubtedly the police would already be on their way, but she had plenty of time. She didn't plan on getting off this campus alive anyways.
As she casually walked down the halls, she shot at any stragglers that happened to try to get away from the building instead of hiding in the rooms. There weren’t near as many people as there should have been, as all but the seniors were gone for the day. She was making her way towards the gymnasium and the locker room within it, where she had stored extra ammo for her rampage. She wasn't in any particular hurry; she had packed plenty in her backpack and pockets in case she never made it to the locker room. Stopping at a door to one of the English rooms, she checked the door.
“Locked,” she growled to herself. No matter, she thought. She leveled the shotgun at the doorknob and pulled the trigger, shattering the lock and part of the door. She replaced the spent the shell while kicking the door open.
She scanned the room. There was very little students in the room, and no sign of the teacher. The students instantly started crying in fear and pleaded with her, saying her name once they recognized who she was. She ignored them. Leveling the shotgun with the group huddled against the wall, she pulled the trigger. Buckshot tore through multiple students, and screams and crying intensified. She pulled the trigger again. More blood sprayed out and even more crying resounded. Without a second glance at the ones she probably missed, she walk out of the room and proceeded to head towards the next room. She pulled 2 more shells out of her pocket and pushed them into the shotgun. Her mind was completely blank; she was mechanical now.
Suddenly, the door to her left burst open as a squad of cops pulled their guns on her.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Exactly seven rounds were shot at Wallflower as soon as she spun to her left. The bullets from the Glocks of the cops tore through her unarmored body as she slowly become Swiss cheese. She was dead before she hit the floor, her rampage ended a mere 10 minutes after it started.
The police slowly came up to her body, almost unrecognizable by anyone who knew her, as two of the bullets had ripped into her face. One officer remained by the body while the rest searched the building, evacuating anyone still inside hiding. Their faces and demeanor became more and more grim as they searched the building, witnessing the devastating results of Wallflower’s massacre.
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Life couldn't return to normal soon enough after Wallflower's rampage. Not much was known about her motives at first, due to one of her only friends being dead by her own hands. She left nothing to hint at why she would do such a thing, and only a single note was left by her that lead the police towards nothing. Scribbled on a simple sticky note and left in her locker, Wallflower had written, 'I'm gonna make Columbine look like a fucking joke LMAO'.
No one really knew what this meant. The word “Columbine” came up nowhere in the police search or by other people’s personal investigation. It was completely disregarded and instead the focused more the rest of the note, which didn’t lead them anymore forward than before. With the only evidence of what happened being in the form of a note that confused everyone, she was soon forgotten about, and the people who died were memorialized by a fountain built by the remaining seniors in the back of the school. The students were remembered for their joyous selves, and no one cared or remembered the scum that took them away from the world, the way it should be.
