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Well, now you're screwed. Currently, you are running down the halls of an abandoned high school. Why? Because 4 knife-wielding psychopaths are trying to sacrifice you. They seem to move as a group, and you have no idea why there after you. It must be your lucky day. You take a quick look over your shoulder.
"Oh shit," you say, seeing the lead delinquent slowly gaining on you. About twenty feet away, you see a corner to the next hallway. Making your move, you quickly slide around the corner and bolt for the nearest classroom.
You slam open the door and take a quick look around. Desks are thrown all over the classroom. Blood prints smeared across the floor and walls. It looked like a massacre had just been committed. You barely had time to react as the voices of your predators were getting closer. Thinking quick, you slid yourself into a locker and tried to control your breathing.
'Don't make a sound,' you think to yourself. Right as the locker door closed, the door bursts open; it slammed against the wallpaper, almost tearing the knob off. You can make out a little giggle, a chuckle, and a grunt. One doesn't seem to be saying anything.
The high schoolers enter the classroom, obviously not happy to be learning again. You take a peek out of the slotted window of your hiding spot. There stand four figures. Two of them look identical, except that one was obviously female. Another wore a black hoodie with white markings on it. His mask resembled a skull. The last one was shorter than the rest, sporting an oversized hoodie with pink hair falling out of the hood.
The one in the black hoodie fidgets in place. "Frank," they say, "he's gone. Let's just get out of here." The leader, now known as Frank, seems agitated. "No, Joe," he turns around and points the knife at him. "That little shit saw us, and now he needs to PAY!" He slams the locker right next to you. You could feel the brown in your pants forming.
The other 'Frank' grabs his arm to calm him down. With a grunt, he lowers his blade and apologizes. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the one with the pink hair stroll over to the locker Frank punched. 'Please don't look in here...' you think to yourself. She places her knife on the locker and slides it across the rusted metal. The sound hits your ears, and you move to cover them.
However, that wasn't your brightest idea. When your hand went to cover your ears, you tapped the inside of the locker with your elbow. The screeching comes to a halt, and you fear the worst. The girl slides on over and stops dead in front of the locker. The other 3 snap their heads over to her position.
The locker door is forced open, you meet her face to mask. The color leaves your cheeks, and you almost faint. She steps in and grabs your collar roughly. She pulls you right to her face. "Found you," she says sinisterly, "RUNAWAY."