Dead Kiss

Dead Kiss

Looking round, he knew he'd gone too far, stepped over the line, gone
out of bounds, whatever.

But, she'd deserved it. Or did she? Like hell she did.

Jack knew the rules. He wasn't stupid. He was brilliant- a genius. So,
it only seemed right that he was mad.

*

Kai Stevenson, or Miss Stevenson, was the Chemistry teacher at
Cambridge University. She was young, single and beautiful. Or so all
the boys thought.

One boy in particular, Jack Jonesville, wanted to marry her. He'd even
asked her out. But she'd said no. As if she'd have said yes.

*

"That afternoon, it was May, and Kai had just started her lesson. She
was teaching idiots, who didn't deserve to be there, their rich daddies
were the only reason they weren't serving at the local Tescos.

This afternoon, at exactly 3.34, would be my revenge. Kai had turned my
offer down, but in doing so, had signed her life away.

All my planning had taken little more than two weeks, and it would not
be in vain. Kai would love me. Kai would care.

Or die.

*

I slipped into the classroom, and listened to the lesson until it was
time. And then, calm as you like, I took out my gun, and aimed.

I amazed myself, I wasn't the least bit scared, excited maybe, but
scared? No. I moved forward, pointing the gun at Kai, a grim smile
fixed on my face.

"Jack?" she asked. "Jack? What are you doing?" She begged me not to,
her arms covering her face, smudging her well-applied eye makeup. But I
was ready.

I tilted the gun, released the safety, and loaded the ammo. I had
enough for the whole class. And for me.

In slow motion, it seemed, I aimed at Kai's head. The rich kids' eyes
followed the gun, and their mouths fell open.

I lowered the gun, and shot Kai's ankle. It was beautiful. It exploded
slowly, blood blossomed, and rippled on the floor around her
feet.

Her whole body crumpled, and she fell down, clutching her torn
ankle.

There was an uproar as pupils started towards me, and Kai. I was ready
though, this was the plan, right?

I took another look at Kai's defenceless form, before raising the gun
again, and grabbing the collar of the nearest student.

She was a rather ugly specimen, but she would do. I twisted her body
around to face the gathering audience, and raised the gun to her head.
She trembled, tears swelling and falling, her lips praying silently.
And then? BANG!

It seemed louder this time, and it was all over a different sensation.
The girl was dead, limp in my arms, a mere rag doll, her life disposed
of so easily. I turned her round to face me, closed her eyes, and
kissed her cheek.

Then, stepped over her body, and raised my gun again, and fired at a
boy with blond hair. He was my best friend.

Slowly, I was deleting the crowd, they were running, hiding, or
cowering. Finally, the only living people in the room were Kai and
I.

I went over to her, where she was still clutching her ankle, sobbing
with huge tremors running through her body.

Her eyes met mine, and the moment stretched. It seemed right.

I lowered myself to her height, and embraced her, touching her lips
with mine. She pushed away, and it hurt. It hurt my heart.

Suddenly, I was mad again. I had to calm myself, for the final piece of
the plot.

I said:

"You never loved me like I do you. You never cared like I cared for
you. You never dreamt of a life together. And now?" I looked at the
barrel of the gun. "It's over."

I fired. Silence rang in my ears as Kai flopped down at my ankles. I
kicked her away."

*

Jack stood, lost in a mist of thought. He looked down at the teacher,
and tears sprang to his eyes. It was wrong.

He was wrong.

He slowly climbed onto the stage, and released the pulley. He gripped
the rope, and made a crude noose. It wouldn't hold for long, but that
wasn't what he wanted. He climbed a rickety ladder to the top of the
stage, holding the noose. He wound the pulley up, and checked the
noose. It was tight. He put it round his neck and?

"Police! Don't move!" echoed round the empty hall. Jack looked down to
see 5 guns all pointed at him. He moved to jump from the ladder, and
each gun fired. He fell, away from the ladder, and the noose slipped
off. He fell to the wooden floor, breathing, with a bullet in his
back.

*

"When I get out of here, nobody will trust me. They won't touch me. My
mother won't even look at me. I'm a wreck. It's like I'm already
dead?"