[u]Nathan[/u]

[b]" We need to go. Like now." [/b]
[b]"I'm way ahead of you sister."[/b]
Nathan heard the two voices speak, obviously Selene and Alex, and his mind just about managed to process what they were saying. He was still coming to terms with the fact that all the teachers had disappeared and a plane had just crashed. He stood in a confused daze for a moment, before bringing himself back into the real world. As he turned around, Alex had already ran off, probably looking for his sister. 
[color=f7941d][b]“ Yeah, let’s go.”[/b][/color] He said simply, still shaking his head, still trying to fully comprehend what was going on. He pulled on his leather jacket and slung his backpack across his shoulders. He walked to the door, stopping in the doorway and turning to Selene.
[color=f7941d][b]“ Wait, where are we going?”[/b][/color]

[u]Atlas[/u]

Atlas did not reply to James’s little jokes at his expense. At least, not loud enough for James to hear. 
[color=ed1c24][b]“ Wonder how funny he’d be if I cut his tongue out.”[/b][/color] He muttered to himself under his breath. As he headed towards the cafeteria, he remembered something. Just a couple doors down was a stationery room. He sped up towards the door and tried the handle. Locked. He looked around for something to use to break into the room. A fire extinguisher on the wall. He grabbed it with one hand on the handle and the other resting along it’s body. He then slammed into the door lock a couple times, trying to break through, before some kid, no older than 14 spoke.

[b]“ What the hell are you doing?”[/b] The kid said, and Atlas turned to him, and with a smile on his face replied,
[color=ed1c24][b]“ Well, I’m using the fire extinguisher to try to bash this door down. But if you don’t move along, I might decide to use it to bash your skull open instead.”[/b][/color] He spoke with a cheery tone, with a wide smile across his face. The now creeped out kid kept moving, and with a couple more bashes on the door, the lock bust and he stepped into the stationery room. After a couple of minutes trashing the room as he searched, he found the cable ties he had been looking for. He stashed a handful of them into his pocket and carried onto the cafeteria. He slipped into the cafeteria, remaining unnoticed by the large crowd of kids, and from there stepped into the school kitchen. He went to the knife board, taking a large pair of scissors, stuffing the blade into the side of his sock and using his pant leg to conceal the handle. He then took a large knife, and cut a whole inside the lining of his blazer which he then placed the knife inside of. 
As he stepped back into the cafeteria, it was now time for his dramatic showcase.

[color=ed1c24][b]“ Okaaaayyy!!”[/b][/color] He shouted, loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear, as he stepped to the front of the room.
[color=ed1c24][b]“ It looks to me like all the teachers are gone. Which means no class, no punishments, no nothing. I say, it’s time for us to do whatever the fuck we want!”[/b][/color] He said, the cheek to cheek smile spreading across his face again.
[b]“ None of us want to listen to you, you psycho! Where’s James?”[/b] asked a female voice from the crowd.
[color=ed1c24][b]“ He’s not here right now, is he? So you’re gonna listen to me.”[/b][/color] He said, as he grabbed a chair. The kids began booing, and a couple began to throw anything they could find at Atlas.

[color=ed1c24][b]“ Okay…”[/b][/color] He muttered to himself, trying to remain calm, and not start shouting and screaming, and attacking whoever he wanted. He pulled the knife out from his blazer, holding it up in the air, before quickly walking to the front row, and grabbing a girl no older than 15 by the hair, pulling her out of her seat. She kicked and screamed but Atlas was stronger than her, and he grabbed her into a hostage position, his left arm around her throat, his right hand holding the knife just under her chin, as he pulled her down into the seat, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind the seat, and pulling a cable tie around her wrists. He then tied her feet to the legs of the chair with two more cable ties, before standing back behind her. Her screaming had softened to a scared whimpering cry. He pulled the scissors from his sock, and held the scissors and knife up in the air.

[color=ed1c24][b]“ So, I have scissors, and a knife. And you’re all gonna shut up and listen. Every time someone speaks or moves, I cut off one of this little lady’s fingers with the scissors. If I run out of fingers, then the knife comes in.”[/b][/color] He said, and as he finished his sentence he ran the knife across her throat, and as he did so his leaned down, his head over her shoulder.

[b]“ You won’t do it!”[/b] Some dumb kid shouted.
[color=ed1c24][b]“ Oh, won’t I? I guess I’ll be kind for the first one. Pinky first.”[/b][/color] He said, getting down on one knee behind the chair.
A crunching sound and a scream from the girl. The kids who had a good angle to view would see blood squirting onto the floor behind the chair. Atlas stood to his feet, holding the girl’s bloody severed little finger high in the air like some sort of sick trophy. He placed it into his pocket, and the room fell silent again.

[color=ed1c24][b]“ Do I have your attention now? Alright, so as I was saying, the teachers are all gone, so that means-“[/b][/color] He was cut off as the room shaked violently, losing his balance he slipped onto his back, and as he fell the knife slid across the floor. As the shaking stopped, he regained his composure to see an older boy running for the knife. Some kind of strange instinct kicked in, and Atlas held one hand out, from which emerged a strange, black tendril, which seemed to have a dark smoke emanating from it, but instead of rising, the smoke seemed to sink towards the ground and spread out across the floor. The tendril itself shot towards the boy, wrapping around his neck and lifting him from the floor. Screams, gasps and other sounds of complete shock were heard from the crowd of students, as the boy grabbed at the strange black thing that wrapped around his neck, so that his neck was not taking the full weight of his body. Atlas felt a strange control, as he carefully stood to his feet. The tendril began growing longer, wrapping downwards along the boy’s body, like a Boa Constrictor squeezing the life out of its prey.  

It was at that point the cafeteria door opened, and the mood in the room changed.