Volunteer Madman (ch2)

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Volunteer Madman

Chapter Two: First Light

Too much stuff. Gaara frowned at his backpack, and sat on it, squishing it a little and forcing the zipper closed. It didn’t have to hold it for very long, just until he got to school. A sigh escaped his lips, and he sat back down on his bed, going over his plan in his head, and pulled out his written copy to study it further.

The crumpled piece of paper was almost soft now, and if he didn’t stop worrying it all the time it would start to tear. He pulled up a chair to his desk and rewrote the plan on a cleaner, flatter piece of paper. Apart from the blaring of the television downstairs, the scratching of his favorite black pen was all he could hear, but he wasn’t focusing on that right now.

With a grimace, he looked at the newly laid-out plan. He held it up next to the older one, and, satisfied, snagged his backpack from its place on his sheet and left, sand trickling behind him like some sort of pet, the tail end of its stream flipping jauntily as it left the room for the last time.

Gaara tromped down the stairs and left.

His parents didn’t even notice.

A hand cut a bit of sunrise from the sky, raised purposefully, fingers outstretched. Behind it, a rush of sand spread and leapt up the chill air, settling grain by grain into stairs. When it was finished, he climbed the stairs to the top of the school building, gathered his sand to him, and sat down to wait.

After a few hours, the first stragglers began to arrive, followed by the teachers, and about thirty minutes later, the collective contents of the various school buses, and filed into the mouth of the school like soldiers marching to their deaths. An unusual sneer spread itself like a lazy cat across Gaara’s face. Most of them knew nothing about what would happen, but one boy paused on his way to class, turning his bandaged face to look at the roof, eyes resting on the place where Gaara had been just a second ago. It was important that nobody knew he was there. It wouldn’t work otherwise.

Once his heart stopped thumping like it was planning to jump out of his chest, Gaara sat down again. What did that kid know? He couldn’t be sure. He frowned. A change to the plan was in order.

He would kill that kid first.

Everyone else?

Second.


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