I’m Okay

*Scrape.*

I'll show them. . .

*Sisss!*

See how *they* like it. . .

*Scrape.*

Make a fool outta me!

*Sisss*

My mind has never been so clear. The world has come into sharp focus, beyond anything I've ever experienced. They will pay for mocking me. For everything they've done to me! EVERYTHING THEY'VE PUT ME THROUGH!

I'm okay. I just got a little carried away. Oh, damn. . . I cut myself. I put the whetting stone away and set my katana off to the side, snatching up a stray rag my dad left laying from changing the oil filter last earlier today. I'm okay. . .

There's only one way out of the locker room showers and I'm blocking it. I've already strewn broken glass for feet around me, the glittering shards making any egress an unlikely success. I'm okay. . .

The first one I see, Jerry Steigler, is coming from his stall with a smirk on his face, probably thinking of some clever joke about how I'm here to suck the football team's dicks. He never gets to pronounce even one syllable, because my sword seems to have a life of its own as it whips from around my back and gets its first taste of blood. It is glorious!

I'm okay. Jerry, however, is now on his knees, both hands clutching at his throat while his eyes look up into mine, with that stupid look on his face that I hate so fucking much. . . I step forward and kick him in his stupid face and he falls back without any more effort on my part. Some of the guys have heard the noise Jerry made when he fell to the ground and have come out to investigate. Two fall before anything registers to the others.

"Oh, shit!" comes a cry before my sword buries itself in his stomach. This is marvelous! I'm not even doing anything! The sword is doing it all, and I don't have to do nothing! I'm okay. . .

Josh and Mike make a lunge at me, but they're wet and can't tackle me like they wanted to. I'm okay, though, because my sword dances out and stabs Josh in the neck after slicing into Mike's thigh. I'm okay.

I hear screams of pain behind me and I turn in time to see Stephen Dodd slip on his own blood and hit his head on the glass-covered floor. He doesn't look like he's getting up anytime soon. I'm okay. Behind me, though, some more guys are rushing at me. I'm okay, though, because my katana darts out and takes their lives from them before they can get to me.

I knew I could count on this sword.

I'm okay, because I knew that if I used a gun I'd only be able to kill six, seven people at the most, but here, now, I'm already at, what, fifteen? I'm doing good!

I'm okay, I just have to catch my breath. Even though my sword did all the killing, it feels like I did all the work. I'm okay. I look around and see only. . . *sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. . .*

Damn! They're not all here! Where could they be? I walk back out of the shower area, stabbing Steve in the throat because he looked like he might be breathing, and out into the lockerroom area. There, streaming through the doors, are a ton of cops with their guns drawn. I almost laugh! I'm okay! Didn't they know I'm invincible? I'm going to have to show them. I lift up my blood-stained sword and charge. Bullets fly.

I'm okay. . . I'm oka--