The killer stood his ground and watched while the boy ahead of him gripped his bat and charged after him, shouting for him to die. His dark chuckle filled his ears and he waited, never moving. At least not until he got close enough. As soon as he was, he stepped forward and easily caught the bat that had been swung at him. Yanking it from his hands, the killer stalked towards the boy and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards him. 

He slammed his forehead into the boys nose, blood gushing from it instantly. He then turned him around so that the boys back was against his chest.m, and brought his knife up against his throat. For some reason, he hesitated. He didn't want to kill him yet. Grinning behind his mask, he pulled the knife a little tighter against his neck, then urged him forward. 

***

Delilah picked her head up from her knees and looked up at the ceiling. Aaron was going to die out there. She suddenly heard Aaron's voice echoing throughout the halls. She jumped up and looked out of the door Windows, her eyes frantically searching. [I]"What do we do? What do we do?" She asked herself over and over. 

Turning around again, she looked around the room, trying to figure something out. Her eyes looked up at the hole in the ceiling, and an idea hit her. She raced to the table that Aaron had stood on earlier and climbed onto the chair. "Someone give me a boost or something. Hurry." She demanded as she looked up at the bloody hole. The smell was God awful, but it was the only thing she could think of at the moment.