Fight to the Death

-Matt's POV-

The Director's beady eyes never left my face...

Even as he was walking toward us.

I was still frozen in my spot as the red light overheard obviously turned green and the oncoming traffic began moving again in the crowded streets around us. Syn gasped as the Director walked out into it, thinking he was Mr. fucking invincible.

Or some shit like that...

I watched in “horror” as a speeding bus came out of nowhere. Going seemingly 100 miles per hour straight towards him and his unknowing (at that time) body. I saw him turn towards the headlights only as the loud chaotic sound of squealing brakes were heard. Next thing I saw was the bus turning sharply to the right hitting into a car beside us and start traveling in a horizontal line perpendicular, down the road the wrong way. Scraping was even heard as both the front and back ends of the bus brushed against the sides of the cars parked along the narrow street.

Syn pulled at my shirt and we backed up to the building directly behind us while the bus started flipping over and over, rolling down the street much like an aluminum can would on a slope, crushing anything in its path. I winced and shut my eyes as an extremely loud scream (heard even over all the others that is) was heard and then the sound of more metal crunching under the heavier weight of various other vehicles.

I opened my eyes to see blood everywhere on the street making me almost gag in the process...okay it DID make me gag. It was disgusting and with the alcohol already wearing off somewhat... I couldn't keep it in. I puked on the sidewalk in front of me as a huge 'bang' sounded, like a bomb would, down the street to my right. I wiped my mouth off with my sleeve and turned instantly seeing the bus burst into fire before my eyes. The rest of the guys continued looking from Syn and I to the bus only about 30 feet in front of their path.

“We have to get out of here.” Syn said as sirens from police, ambulances, and firetrucks were heard in the semi-far distance getting closer and closer with each passing second. I looked once more at the scene before us, before I took off running towards the rest of the guys, wanting to get to the cars quickly. Get away from the scene before the police got there and found out about what we had been doing hours earlier. You could NEVER be too safe. Not when it comes to shit like getting caught for illegal fighting...

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-Blaire's POV-

There was yelling outside the door and another bang was heard from somewhere...out there.

I managed to get one arm free, out of the straight jacket that is, so now it was still inside the stiff fabric and encircled around my stomach. The next problem I had to face was trying to get out of the next part of the jacket...the tightly wrapped belt like thing around my waist preventing me from getting out. I wormed my arm up to the collar so my hand was sticking out of the already tight hole and used my arm to pull down on the stiff white fabric. It was semi stretching which is actually what I wanted. Though it wasn't stretching much at all maybe a few centimeters at the most. Yet, all I needed was enough to get my arm out enough to bend down and unlatch the belt so I could get out of the rest of the damn thing. I got my arm out to my mid-forearm when the door burst open, exposing a guy dressed in a uniform of sorts.

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-Matt's POV-

We all ran back to the cars and jumped in. I was in the drivers seat of my car while Jimmy was in the passenger seat. The others jumped into their various vehicles as well. I proceeded by speeding out of the lot and driving back to the school as quickly as possible, legally. Though I'll tell you a secret...I sped WAY over the posted speed limit.

We seemed to get back to the place in record time...serious record time. Instead of 20 minutes we made it in 5, not literally but that's what it felt like. A huge difference. I noticed the others weren't anywhere behind me either. I pulled into the schools' long paved driveway to see flashing lights barricading the place.

“What the fuck is going on?!” I screamed in frustration as I slammed my hands on the wheel, put my car in 'park' and jumped out; running up the rest of the remaining driveway.

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-Blaire's POV-

“Oh my God. Are you okay?” The policeman came rushing towards me into the room and kneeling at my side.

“NO” I yelled, refraining from the screaming I wanted to be doing right about now. He thus began undoing the straps despite my protests, namely my kicking at him hysterically like a 5 year old throwing a fit. I didn't need any help from him!

Then I smelt something weird for the first time.

“What is that smell?” I mumbled to myself as the police guy looked at me incredulously. I was not talking to him but apparently he had heard me.

“The place is on fire...” he said as if it was nothing bad, like nothing in the fucking world was wrong with the fact that the place was up in fucking flames!

He helped me get the jacket off as I stood up. No. fucking. Way, this place was burning. I dropped the jacket to the ground and looked around. He grabbed my arm and I lashed out punching him in the nose and kneeing him in his favorite spot. Oops. He dropped to the floor as I ran out the door. Everything looked black and smoky, I could faintly see a reddish orange glow way down the hall towards my right... so I instead went left towards the dorms. I could only hear my pounding feet on the cement below me and a deafening hum of something... I looked over my shoulder in disbelief. My eyes have to be playing tricks on me. Or am I dreaming?

I reached for the door knob but screamed in pain as the metal scorched my flesh. “FUCK” I screamed looking at my red, bleeding and (yeah gross) left hand. I brought it to my chest as I come to the conclusion I was not dreaming and the damn guy was telling the truth.

I couldn't run the way where the orange color was in front of me I had no choice but to get out though the door. I DONT want to die in a fucking fire!!!!!

I kicked the door a few times until it opened. Of course it opened just as the Police guy came storming towards me- Pissed. I started to take off but he grabbed my burnt hand and pulled me after him into the fire filled hallway. I screamed out even more in pain but he didn't seem to care. He was dragging me out of the building leaving everyone else inside, they probably didn't have any idea either . I did NOT want to be “hero” or whatever, but I needed him to let my hand go.

“There are fucking kids in there!” I pointed frantically to the doors in front of me. He looked at me in shock before running to the doors the furthest down and pounding on the door. Fire was quickly engulfing the walls and I started choking on the thickening smoke. I was watching blurry as he aimed his gun to the bolts and pulled the trigger before jumping out of the way of any ricocheting. He kicked the door in and started looking around yelling at everyone inside. They obeyed him. 'Suck ups' briefly came to my mind at that point. They all ran out of the building.

I watched as he did that 4 more times, getting closer and closer to me. You may be wondering why the hell I was here, watching instead of running...and well, so am I. Though I'm gagging and my eyes are tearing so much I cant move without the fear of being caught on fire with a miss-step. My vision wasn't full anymore either... I could feel myself going slowly towards unconsciousness.

The man had 6 out of the 12 dorms released within minutes.

'Damn he's good at this.' I stumbled to one of the doors further down, now figuring out I could help some and attempt to get away from most of the smoke and fire in the process. I grabbed the bobby pin out of my hair and started forcing it into the 11th dorm area's lock, moving it around and waiting to hear the distinct 'click.' (All I could do was hear and feel at this point.) With one final movement it worked and the door unlocked. The kids by this point, standing, fully awake, wondering what was going on.

“Get out” I spoke coughing in the process and stumbling onwards to the 10th door; starting the process over again.

“Move out of the way.” someone said pushing me to the ground. The police guy was at the door (the 9th)next to the one I was at (the 10th) and then made it to the one I was at just as I managed to pull myself up and off of the floor.

He watched as everyone pushed their way out, he even pushed me into the crowd too. I walked as bodies were all around me keeping me upright and guiding me to the outside. I first felt the cold air hit my face and then my bare arms as the crowd seemed to disperse outside the “school.” I instantly felt better, my vision coming slowly but surely back and though I coughed some, I could still breath better than minuted before, already.

I looked over my shoulder to see the school almost entirely engulfed in large billowing flames. I wrapped my arms around myself, cradling my throbbing hand to my stomach, and started searching the crowd for some reason... I realized at that point, that I could make a run for it. No one would stop me in all this chaos, they most likely wouldn't even notice I was gone for a long while.

I had nothing holding me here anymore.

Sooooo.

I decided to go for it.