Two weeks earlier neither Brockmann nor Simon knew they would end up in that room. They had this boring daily routine going for weeks now. Simon had accepted it by now. They got every local newspaper there was from all over Germany delivered in the morning and then they began reading.

Brockmann usually did not talk much, he did not care if Simon left early to meet friends or if he stayed late to work through something on the computer. The truth was, the two of them were all that was left of the Nocturne Society and considering Simon had joined a month ago he was not even sure what this meant.

„You really think we are gonna find something worthwhile in any of those papers?“ Simon asked Brockmann once, but the old man had just pushed back his grey hair and had given him a long and stern look.

„It is what we did back in the days, it is how this is done.“ He had replied.

Simon had sighed and had begun reading those papers online. Something that irritated Brockmann, who considered Computers still to be sort of black magic.

Once he had shown up at Simons desk and put the some local paper there.

„You know computers can be infected by viruses?“ He had asked.

„Sure.“ Simon had said.

„How is that working?“ Brockmann had wanted to know.

„They are called viruses, truly just programs, who behave a bit like an illness, so therefore the name.“ Simon had replied. Brockmann had nodded and turned away, probably only understanding half his young partner had said.

The flat they had rented as some sort of headquarters. Fornby, the third of them who seemed to feel above doing any real work, had sponsored a minimalistic set of furniture. Simon had bought himself a bed and hands actually moved in. Over the weeks heh ad gotten a fridge, a couch and a coffee machine. He still ate only outside, to save time and he had not studied for a single moment since he had joined the effort of Brockmann. Ever since they had killed the monster, they had been looking for any trace, any hint there might be another.

Now in their forth week Simon was actually no longer willing to accept this method without talking about it a bit deeper than that it had always been done like that.

„Should we not follow the leads we have?“ Simon asked as Brockmann entered, grumbled a hello and got to his desk, where the newspapers were awaiting him. He sighed and turned around.

„Like what?“ Brockmann asked.

„Like the father of Sandra, my ex-girlfriend murdered by beast her Dad probably helped create for the very purpose of killing his runaway daughter and silence her?“ Simon asked and sipped from his coffee.

„Get me one of those and let us talk this through.“ Brocmann said with a nod and Simon was actually surprised. He had not expected to get a conversation with the man of few words he elder partner was. He got Brockmann a cup of coffee. Two sugar, not milk. As he liked it. Then he returned and Brockmann was sitting in his chair, which he had moved to the oppiosite of the couch. Simon sat down.

„Her Dad is in Argentina. We know that. He was involved, yes. So what do you want to do? Go over there and search for him?“ Brockmann asked.

„Yes, for starters.“ Simon replied. He was feeling cold suddenly, in his shirt and jeans as Brockmann‘s eyes basically pierced into him.

„You would never find him. He was a member of Nocturne he knows how to vanish and it is his home turf. You would look for him for a while and then you would have a terrible accident or something. That is all.“ Brockmann shrugged. „Also he did not create these things over there. He created them here and also I understand your need for revenge, I think we must find out what he is up to. Sandra died to stop him. Not to kill him, but stop him. So we look where we know he was active. Here.“ Brockmann added.

Simon was taken aback by this lengthy explanation. Brockmann had probably not spoken this many words to him since they partnered up.

„Alright. So you tell me we hunt monsters and not the guy who creatures them. To what end? He can create more I guess. So we won‘t win, so we play until he gets us and we loose, considering we are about two of three people in the world who believe these monsters to be real, right?“ Simon asked.

„We lure him out.“ Brockmann said.

„Then what? We arrest him?“ Simon asked.

„No, we do not arrest him.“ Brockmann said. „I do not do arrests for his kind.“ Brockmann added.

„You mean we kill him?“ Simon asked. Brockmann nodded.

„Do you not think we might get into trouble for killing people?“ simon asked and truth was he felt uncomfortable with the idea of taking a human live, also there was a part who wanted to kill the man responsbile for Sandra‘s death.

Brockmann sighed again. It always sounded like Simon had said something stupid. „You know Batman?“ He asked then.

Simon could not believe what he heard. „Pardon?“

„Batman. The guy in the suit. Comics. You know him?“ Brockmann asked.

„Yes, also I can barely believe you do. Are we now discussing comics? That is so not you. wait, are you telling me you read Batman, actually?“ Simon had to laugh.

„1979, I was doing a clean up on some Americans. I actually got their comic collection and considering it was one hell of a boring job and I had nothing else to read, I started reading them. Detective Comics, they were called.“ Brockmann said.

„Seriously? You read Batman? Tell me you are a fan and I probably need a therapy.“ Simon laughed.

„I hatred them. That guy is incredibly stupid. He never kills his enemies. He always lets them live. I saw a comic where the Joker blew up a school bus. So Batman let those kids die, because he wanted to feel better by adhering to some code? So he felt superior people had to die?“ Brockmann shook his head. „We will not let them blow up the bus. We will kil them and then live with the fall out, but the bus will be slave. Understand?“ Brockmann asked.

„Have you just used a Batman metaphor? What is wrong with you today, man?“ Simon could not believe this.

„Samantha says I should speak with you in a language you understand. How did I do?“ He asked.

„Excellent, Actually. Wait. who is Samantha?“ Simon blinked. „Do not tell me you got a girlfriend.“

„Someone I talk to. Fornby thought it was a good idea.“ Brockmann said and stood up to push his seat back to the table he worked on.

„A therapist? You got therapy?“ Simon could barely hide his surprise. „What the hell, I did to know.“

„Was meant to be a secret. Fornby thought it might help me cope with the situation. With this. Our partnership. Been alone for quite a while, so ...“ Brockmann shrugged and sat back on his seat.

„I see. Good idea probably. So if it is a secret why do you tell me?“ He asked and stepped over to Brockmann.

„Because partners do not have secrets.“ Brockmann said. „Something she made me understand.“

„Wow. You are having therapy and making progress.“ Simon laughed. „I must say I am kinda proud of you.“

„Well, get back to work.“ He said, obviously uncomfortable with this now.

„Actually I got something. Something I wanted to show you.“ Simon sighed. „There is this website, called ThisOneQuestion.com, where people actually report paranormal incidents. Some guys did some interesting stuff there. I mean, hear this ...“ Simon got his tablet and set down next to Brockmann.

„A guy says he turns into a wolf at full moon. He loved near the Black Forest.“ Simon said, raised his brows and looked at Brockmann.

„Nope.“ Brockmann said.

„Why? You said once Werewolves existed once.“ Simon asked.

„Lycanthrophy and the moon got nothing to do with it, that is all Hollywood bullshit.“ Brockmann said.

„Okay, there is said to be an abandoned mine in Austira which seems to be haunted by ...“ Simon continued.

„Nope.“ Brockmann said.

„Okay, I got plenty of this. An octopus headed man seen in Leipzig.“ Simon looked up, Brockmann said nothing anymore. „A creature consisting of bubbles made of human flesh? No? Okay, a speaking dog, that is probably bullshit. A drug that allows to leave the body? A castle which seems to be larger inside than from the outside? A cube made of strange metal? Nothing?“ Simon asked. „A giant snake in Berlin‘s sewers? A man who can walk through walls. A ...“

„Stop.“ Brockmann looked at him.

„What?“ Simon asked.

„Did they see the snake? In Berlin?“ Brockmann asked.

„No, there only found the skin. Lots of it. In the sewers near the eastern train station.“ Simon looked up. „Is this real?“

Brockmann looked at him. „Probably not.“ He looked at one of the many stashes of newspapers. „We’re there any violent crimes reported? Near where they found it`“

„I can check.“ Simon said.

„Please do so.“ Brockmann said. „Meanwhile I think I got something.“

„Cool. What is it?“ Simon asked.

„An old friend of mine has surfaced again. I think I should pay him a visit.“ Brockman said.

„You mean we should pay him a visit?“ Simon asked. Brockmann shook his head.

‚„Gotta do this alone. You look into Berlin. Go there and find out if there has been any increased violence around the area where they found this snake.“ Brockmann said.

„A snake that causes violence?“ He asked.

„If it is a snake, I am good with it. It might be something else. Unlikely, but we do not have a lot other things to look at, right?“ Brockmann shrugged. „Gives you a little in the field experience.“

„Okay, so what is it if it is not a snake?“ Simon asked.

„A worm. Could be a worm. Unlikely. We need to check anyway.“ Brockmann said more to himself now.

„A worm? Muster be one hell of a worm then.“ Simin laughed and stopped as Brockmann gave him a look that actually seemed ... concerned.

„You got no idea, boy.“ He then said. Simon simply nodded. He knew Brockmann wouldn’t it share details until he had to. He kinda always hoped he wouldn’t to have to.

*****

He actually found an app that allowed him to listen in on the police radio. It was not that hard to install it. Simon had arrived in Berlin by train and had check in to his hotel, a classical middle class hotel for business travelers. Brockmann had not taught him a lot, but he had put some thought into this. So he had spend the night before coming here in the darkness and had actually found some pretty useful ressources there. A forged press passport for example he put his picture and name into. The app which allowed to listen in to the police radio. A magnificent the sewer system that allowed him to link it with an actual map of the city. As Brockmann‘s instructions had been sketchy he had applied a five mile radius to the spot where they had found the snake skin and had found a coffee shop pretty much in the center of it. There he spend his days, drinking cappuccino and apple juice with cold still water and browsed through the newspapers of the city, the police reports published on the websites and every social media group he assumed would be interested in criminal activity. This was Berlin Mitte, actually. A place were most embassies were situated. Not much violence was to be expected in a place with such a high density of police and guards and indeed he found very little that indicated any unusual habits of the citizens. After a day he admitted to himself that Brockmann had send him on a trip that probably made little sense. Field experience. Maybe indeed best if he did not encounter anything. He had no idea what to do if he did actually. Studying law did not actually are you a very good monster hunter. He had thought about taking the gun Brockmann had given him with him. Brockmann never went anywhere unarmed. He had decided against it though. He felt uncomfortable with the gun on his body. It was a crime to even carry it. Hell, it was a crime to possess it and Brockmann had never told him where he got it from. He suspected the old man did not recall, actually. A lot of things he did not recall. The weapons had been stockpiled thirty years ago probably. Back then in the heydays of The Nocturne Society. Neither Fornby nor Brockmann really shared a lot about those good old days, but from what he had priced together there seemed to be operatives all over the world back in the days. Teams to handle special threats. Government connections. There had also been constant encounters with creatures and supernatural phenomenons they both contained, studied and covered up. They were experts in dealing with these kind of things. He wondered what Brockmann‘s task had been. Probably not investigation. Yes, he knew a free things about finding those things, but truly in his element he seemed when they had faced one of them. He had probably been responsible for the clean up. he had been muscle. Fornby had obviously been higher up in the food chain, Simon had deducted from their rare interactions, Yet, he also seemed unexpected in field work. A manager of sorts, probably covering a certain area, most likely the north of Germany.

Simon had been enthusiastic after they had hunted down the monster, but as he sat in this coffee shop in Berlin he had for the first time in month the time to allow doubts. They were not the Nocturne Society. Whatever that had been, had been a large organisation with many ressources and contacts at it‘s disposal. They were three guys, none of them actually trained to explore these things. Did this even make sense? What could the three of them really do? What did they have to do? he had joined the cause to get justice for what had happened to Sandra, his dead ex-girlfriend. Now all he felt was he was hunting phantoms. There indeed was nothing out here, was it? Or maybe they lacked the skills to find it? If these creatures had existed for millennia, what did they think they would find any trace of them in newspapers?

He felt his ear plugs fall from his ears as someone tipped on his shoulder. He turned around and saw a young woman standing there, dressed in the black uniform of a German police patrol officer.

„Apologies, I did not hear you.“ Simon said and quickly closed the app, illegally overhearing police radio.

„Do I have your attention now, Sir?“ The woman asked, putting her hands to her belt.

„Yes, of course. How can I help?“ He asked.

„Well, could I see your id, please?“ The woman asked and he realized she was kinda cute.

„Of course.“ He said and fumbled out his wallet, withdrawing his ID card and showing it to her.

„Mr. Bleicher, the lady at the bar has informed us you have been here for almost eight hours. Do you intent to stay any longer?“ The police woman asked.

„I like the cappuccino.“ Simon said and smiled.

„Aha.“ The woman only replied. „Are you intending to pay for it?“ She asked.

„Of course I am.“ He replied and looked over to the young woman at the bar, who suddenly felt the irresistible urge to polish some more glasses and turn away.

„Good, because someone felt you might be here for other reasons.“ The police woman said.

„What other reasons would that be?“ Simon asked.

„I ask you that.“ The police woman answered.

„No, I am only here to listen to some podcasts and drink cappuccino.“ Simon replied. „I did not even talk to anyone.“

„Didn‘t you?“ The police woman asked and looked at the woman at the bar. „So why do you not drink your Next Cappuccino around the corner in the starbucks coffee?“ She asked.

„Forgive me, but is there an problem?“ Simon asked. „I do not like the coffee at Starbucks and this one is excellent. I did not harass or even talk to anyone here. I did not behave improper in any way.“ Simon asked.

„The man was just sitting there, for Christ’s sake. Leave him be.“ A young man from the neighbor table said. With his green hair and tattoos he was a bit more of a counter-culture guy. A true Berlin cliche.

„Please stay out of this.“ The police woman asked.

„Listen bitch, I am not afraid of you ...“ The young man threw at her.

„Have you just called me a bitch?“ The police woman asked.

This was text book unwanted attention. Simon stood up and put a fifty Euro on the table.

„Listen, what do you need me to do? I do not want any trouble.“ He said.

„Good, I will escort you out and you go looking for another spot to do whatever you did here, alright?“ The woman said. Simon sighed and nodded.

„Sure.“ He answered, Put his mobile into his jacket and took his backpack. He was so happy he had left the gun at the hotel. The police woman walked after him.

Once outside he turned and shrugged.

„Good now?“ He asked.

„Better. Listen I do not want you to go back there. Ever. Okay?“ The police woman said.

„Do you not think you overstep a little here?“ He asked and looked straight at her.

„Excuse me?“ The police woman asked.

„I have done nothing wrong,. Nothing at all. I can have a coffee elsewhere, but I really think treating me as if I did something wrong is unfair and way out of line for a police officer.“ Simon said and wished he had not said it. The woman to his surprise sighed,.

„Listen, the young woman has a history. She got scared of you. If you are a half.decent guy you will not come back to scare her again, Ok?“ She asked.

Simon looked at her. „Sorry to hear that. Sure, I will not come back.“ Simon replied.

„Thank you.“ The woman said and gave him back his ID. He took it and she turned to leave.

„Have a good day!“ He yelled after her and the woman kept on walking away. He looked after her and sighed. Then he saw her rip her radio from her belt and run. Out of nowhere she ran. Simon was taken by surprise, but then he picked his earplugs quickly, took his smart phone out and activated the app.

„... to Albert Einstein Gymnasium. Several witnesses have heard shots. All units, immediately go to the Albert Einstein Gymnasium. Repeat ...“

Simon closed the app and opened the map. Albert Einstein High School. That was not three minutes away from here around the corner. He sighed and began to walk quickly to the direction, following the map. Shots at a gymnasium? A killing spree? Well, now that counted as excessive violence, he assumed.

****

Anton Burzynski was done for the day, but nobody was suspicious as the German and Sports teacher rentierend the premises of the school. They did not even wonder what the long bag contained he was carrying. This was Germany after all. They’re was no formal security on the premises of a school.

He went to the men‘s room and locked himself into one of the toilet cabins. There he took out his repeating rifle and assembled it quickly. It was a simple weapon, he used for hunting. As a registered hunter he legally had acquired it. He would have brought his handgun, but that one was at the club, so this was all he had at home. He loaded it with four bullets, loaded one into the chamber and stepped out of the toilet.

His first victim was Justin Anders, a teenage boy who was washing his hands. The boy turned and his blood sprayed against the mirror in front of him as Anton shot him into his face. He reloaded and looked around, as the boy lay dying to his feet. Without giving him a look he stepped out of the toilets and onto the corridor. The last lessons were running, so the corridors were empty. He turned left, entered the class of 8a and raised the gun as he entered. The screams were overplayed by the thundering noise as he fired his first shot, then his second and third. Each time pushing the lever bepack to eject the empty shell and load a new bullet. Then he began reloading. None of the pupils had the bravery to attack hi, so they began to run for the windows. This was the ground level, they opened them and jumped out. but three windows meant limited space and the pupils began to push and drag on each other. They were not very effective at evacuating the room. One, a young man actually was brave enough to pass Anton Burzynsky and take the door. Running into the corridor he yelled for help. Anton ignored him and took aim. Half the pupils remained in the class. Five in total. He began firing at the one closest to make it out of the window.

„Please!“ A girl pleaded. Overweight she had the toughest time climbing to the window. Her plea was answered by Antons cold stare as he put a bullet to her head and loaded the next shot into the chamber. He fired again, getting a smaller boy who fell out of the window he was just about to jump out. The final shot he fired into a young man trying to take cover. He collapsed with a wound to his chest. As he reloaded the fifth victim, a girl with large glasses, escaped through the window. Someone had sounded the fire alarm. Anton seemed unaffected by it or anything else for the matter. He simply reloaded the gun and open the window wide, taking aim through his scope at the fleeing children. He took one bullet from his pocket, shoved it into the gun and fired. The girl he had aimed at collapsed. He repeated the same again. Then he was running out of targets out there as everyone took cover. He heard people in the corridor though. Reloading his gun he turned to step outside, where more easy victims were now sprawling in the corridor. His face did not move as he stepped over the dead bodies inside the class room.

****

„Demonstration? We need everybody at the school!“ So,pm had switched to the radio again and he was a bit shocked how chaotic the police response was. It seemed they were shot handed with only two patrol cars available due to a demonstration for better climate or something. He was still a few hundred meters away from the school when kids passed him. Running. Crying. He heard shots. They were incredibly loud he thought.

Suddenly he wished he had his gun on him. Also he was not sure what to do. He kept on walking and his steps bewachse faster and faster until he was indeed running towards the school.

„Run, get to safety!“ He heard the police woman yell as he arrived at the large building, which was formed like a U, with a school yard at the center leading to the gates where the police woman stood and waved the running children pouring from the school to get distance between them and the shooter inside. Then another shot rang through the air. He understood he had been standing on the street with no cover. He quickly dived behind one of the gates pillars. The school yard had bodies lying around. Kids. Children. Shot dead. Simon felt his heart beating so fast it almost burst from his chest. Then he spotted the police woman again, dragging herself to safety behind a large stone fountain in the center of the yard. She was obviously hit, holding her side and her face in pain. He saw fear in her face to. Next to her a boy collapsed as another shot rang from a window. Run! the thought dominated Simon‘s thoughts. Followed by: Do not play hero or you will die!

To his surprise his body ignored both good advises and he felt himself push free of the cover and run toward the police woman, sliding the last bit over the ground next to her. Another shot was heard, but it was not meant for him. Which meant another kid died as more and ore began now run over the school yard to safety. Just while they were running they were probably easy targets.

„Hey.“ He said to the policewoman. „Where are your colleagues?“

„What are you ...?“ Another shot made her flinch.

„Doing here? Yeah, good question. Where is the rest of you guys! Police! Where are they?“ Simon demanded to know.

the police woman looked at him and then took her radio.

„Shooter at Albert Einstein, I need back up. He hit me.“ She said and the response came immediately.

„Five minutes out, please hold position and wait for ...“

„Five minutes?“ Simon gasped. How many people would that guy kill in five minutes?

„They need to hurry. Several civilians down. He kills the kids, dammit!“ She yelled.

Simon saw tears running down her face and tried not to look at the dead boy lying next to them.

„Give me your gun.“ He then said and spread his hand in a demanding gesture.

„Are you crazy?“ She asked.

„Maybe. But someone needs to stop him and five minutes is just to fucking long. Give it to me. You can tell them you dropped it and I picked it up.“ Simon said. He saw her stare at him and he stared back.

„Now!“ He yelled at her. She hesitated and then slowly moved her gun towards him. He grabbed it, breathed through and checked the chamber, as Brockmann had taught him.

„Are you army or something?“ She asked.

„Something.“ He replied and then breathed in. He knew this was madness. He was not trained for anyone this in anyway. Brockmann would have taken that murderous bastard out with ease probably. He could only hope for the element of surprise. Looking up he saw another shot and another girl fall to the ground. The shot came from a window on the ground floor. A long barrel came from it. A rifle. Simon leaned against the fountain and fired twice into the air. He could not shoot the guy from this distance. It was simply beyond his abilities. What he could do was made him think they returned fire at least. It worked. At least for a few second there was no shot.

„You do not have to do this,“ The police woman said.,

„Funny, I thought the exact opposite.“ Simon said and pushed himself away from the fountain and began to run. Most children were gone now, so he had not to fight against the stream. Only a dozen or so were still running. he dodged them and ran as fast as he could. Maybe he had never run that fast in his entire live. He did not care to slow down, but crashed into the red brick wall as he arrived at the building the shooter was in. He was now at the wall with the windows. The guy could not see him. Two windows away the barrel appeared again and Simon raised the gun and fired twice, With a loud thunder the glass burst and the barrel disappeared.

Simon gasped and poked up. Above him was an open window. He grabbed the frame and pushed himself up. It was hard while not letting go of the gun, but he had always been good at climbing. Clumsy he pushed himself in and fell down to the floor. Funny how there was no pain he thought. Adrenaline. It pumped into his system in large amounts right now. He got to his feet and went to the door. He felt like rushing into the next room where the shooter was, but he knew it would be a mistake. He almost hear Brockmann tell him that if he died he saved nobody,. So he opened the door just a slit. The hand holding the gun was shaking. Not a good sign for what was to come. Outside he saw bodies laying on the floor. A dozen maybe. Only one showed signs of live. The only adult there, maybe another teacher. Old. Sixties probably. He tried to crawl away, his grey hair smeared with blood. Then the shooter appeared. Simon bit his teeth together as he saw him. A man in his early forties, pale, eyes wide open and with a feverish gleam. No emotions on his face, No anger or despair. He had a white shirt on, now smeared with blood and jeans. In his hand he held the rifle and with the other he was looking for something in his pockets. Bullets Simon assumed. he found one loaded the rifle, walking after the crawling man.

Simon considered jumping out and screaming at him to drop the gun, but truth was he was not sure he would be able to shoot him if the man turned and opened fire. He remembered Brockmann‘s tale about Batman and the Joker and school bus. What had he said? We do not arrest people?

Simon had never killed a human being. He had actually not harmed one, he realized. The man loaded the bullet into the chamber and was now almost at the crawling man.

If he acted not now, he would watch the teacher die. Suddenly there Wasa an incredible clarity what he had to do. He ripped the door open and began to run towards the shooter who now had his back to him. The man turned, but Simon was already three meters away. He had the gun raised and at this distance even he would not miss. He pulled the trigger. Not once, but five times. The gun reloaded a new bullet into the chamber with every shot and he fired until he saw the man collapse under the bullets. Simon stopped and looked down at the man. He looked at the result of his own doing. Blood came from his torso everywhere, soaking the shirt into red now. The worst was one shot to his neck, where blood poured out like a fountain. He gasped and lay there and then Simon saw him try to grab his rifle. The weapon lay a meter away, but he tried to reach it also he barely had the strength to move anymore. Simon raised the gun, aiming for his head. The man did not even look up at him, as he had only eyes for the rifle.

For a long moment Simon aimed at his head, but he could not pull the trigger. Brockmann would not have hesitated a second he assumed. He was not Brockmann. He kicked the rifle away, but the man kept hos arm extended as if he could summon it from three meters away by sheer will.

Simon stared at him and felt the need to vomit. He fought it down with all his strength, feeling the burning feeling in his chest. No dna. He should not leave any DNA. What should he actually do? The teacher. He turned to the old man, but saw he was not moving anymore.

„Ambulance!“ He shouted, but he suspected nobody could hear him. Tears began flowing form his eyes. „Help!“ He shouted and then fumbled his mobile out. He dialed the number of the only person who could tell him what to do now. Brockmann. The lid man had his phone turned off. Or he had again forgotten to charge it. „Dammit, man. I need you.“ He quickly dialed Fornby‘s number and the elder man picked up right away.

„Yes? I am a bit busy, right now. So if this isn’t to important ...“

„I shot someone.“ Simon said. He began to cry. „I shot a man.“

„Where are you right now?“ Fornby‘s voice changed into a tone of total seriousness.

„School in Berlin. He killed a lot of kids and I shot him.“ Simon said, regaining a little of his sense of his surrounding and wiping tears from his eyes.

„I see.“ Fornby said.

„You see? Man, you got no idea, there are bodies! Bodies everywhere!“ Simon yelled.

„Is the police there?“ Fornby asked.

„No, only a injured officer outside. But they gotta eh ere any second now.“ Simon felt his legs grow weak and he leaned against the wall. The murderer had stopped moving and lay on the floor in a small lake of his blood now mixing with the blood of everyone else. The whole floor was covered with blood. It was slippery.

„Good. Leave now and get rid of the gun.“ Fornby said. His voice was so terribly calm. „If possible do not take any door. You should avoid the police if possible.“

„Leave?“ Simon asked. He dropped the gun and began to walk with weak legs. „Okay, I try.“

„No, Simon. You do not try. You LEAVE NOW!“ Fornby yelled at him. The yell pulled simon from the blur of his mind.

„Okay.“ He said and began to walk faster. He ripped open a class room and saw outside police scars arrive. „I take the window.“ He said and stumbled towards it.

„Call me when you are safe.“ Fornby said and Simon killed the one, put the mobile into his jacket and moved to the window. If he made it to the back of the school he might get away in time. Then finally he would be able to throw up.