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Monday, 8:48am

Jack was walking briskly, as he always does, from where ever the thirty minute break between his first class and second allow him. He's headed back from the coffee shop, pointed towards the south wing of the main building. His ear buds are buzzing with a medley of punk songs, mostly by Screeching Weasel and The Adolescents. The concrete stairwell just inside the doors are the indicator to Jack that it's time to doff his buds and steel himself for another lecture that doesn't really ever stick in his mind. He marches over the polished floor of the stairwell, and takes the left into the main hallway off the second floor. Just as Jack gets his bearings in the hall, he can hear shouting coming from a classroom next to his. It doesn't sound like a tired professor beating his still dead horse. This is something completely different. He cautiously approaches the door, and peaks through the glass porthole. Instantly, Jack is set on edge by all of the faces carved in absolute fear and terror. There's a person in a mask next in the front of the class. There's no sign of the professor. Jack takes cover and grasps his dog tags. He exhales slowly and pulls out his phone. "911, what's your emergency?" "Yes, I'm at the city college in the north hall on the second floor. There's a person with a gun that has taken over a classroom. Please send some officers quickly. I don't think they'll be-" There's a quick, loud burst of shots. The two students in the front row tried to make an escape and paid with five .762 rifle rounds to the face. The classroom erupts in a chorus of cries and yells.

Jack swings the door open slowly and stays around the corner. "Listen man, I don't want this to get any more bloody. What do you want?" Two rounds sink deep into the door and spray splinters all over the floor and on Jack. "WHAT I WANT IS FUCKING TO BE HEARD. THESE ASSHOLES AND THIS PRICK OF A PROFESSOR WON'T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY. THERE'S SOMETHING COMING AND IT'LL TAKE US ALL TO HELL." Jack's forehead just above his left eyebrow is bleeding, a few splinters found their way under his skin. "Okay, buddy, just keep it cool and I'll help you out as much as I can, alright?" Jack slowly turns the corner and keeps his hands held up above his shoulders. The masked man keeps the end of the barrel trained on dead center mass, as Jack walks in between the rows of desks filled with frightened students. "YOU BETTER NOT BE TRYING TO FUCK ME, MAN. I'LL KILL YOU RIGHT WHERE YOU STAND. RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THOSE INFIDELS. YOU FUCKING TERRORISTS!" The masked man takes a step forward and pokes the business end of the rifle into the throat of the woman in the front row and forces a yelp from her lips.

9:05am

Jack is standing there, with his arms still up, and now he's acting as a barrier between the masked man and the students. He's not a hero by choice, but by circumstance. "What is it you want to say? Just say it, I'll listen." Jack says behind his gentle yet fiery brown eyes. "ALL THESE FUCKING IMMIGRANTS COMING INTO OUR COUNTRY ARE WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. THEY COME AND TAKE THE JOBS THAT WERE MADE FOR HONEST AND HARDWORKING WHITE AMERICANS. JUST LOOK AT ALL THESE FUCKING CHINKS AND SPICS IN THIS CLASS. THEY'RE TAKING UP SPOTS THAT COULD'VE BEEN FOR ACTUAL CITIZENS THAT PAY TAXES AND BILLS. THEY ARE ABSOLUTE SCUM." Jack could see something dripping from the chin of the mask. It could've been tears, snot, or sweat, he couldn't be sure. "Okay, that's understandable, but did you ever think that maybe some of these people here were born in America? That would make them citizens, just like you and me." The masked man jumps towards him and points the rifle into Jack's right eye. "ARE YOU SAYING THAT THESE NON-HUMAN SCUM BUCKETS ARE JUST LIKE ME?! THEY'LL NEVER BE ANYTHING CLOSE TO WHAT I AM. I AM A FUCKING DEMIGOD COMPARED TO THEM. NONE OF THEM WOULD EVER HAVE THE BALLS TO EVEN STAND UP FOR ANYTHING THEY BELIEVE IN." Jack hasn't budged. The barrel rests in the air just an inch in front of his eye. He know it wouldn't be long before this psycho snapped and shot everyone he could see. "I didn't mean that in a bad way, we're all Americans here. It's a wonderful place we live in, and we should try to keep it-" Jack slammed down his right arm and caught the barrel just in front the sight. As the gun tipped down towards the carpeted concrete ground, Jack brought up his left foot and forced it into the stomach of the masked man. While surprised by the quickness in which Jack acted, the masked man was able to keep a grip on the stock and a finger on the trigger. He sprayed rounds towards Jack's lunging body. Three sunk deep into his stomach and another two hit him in the right thigh. Jack landed on top of the masked man and wrapped his arms around the head and neck of the shooter. He squeezed and twisted like a python taking down it's prey. Before long, there was a snap and gurgling coming from the masked man. The mask had been ripped off from Jack's assault, and they could all see who it was. It was someone from the class who hadn't shown up. From the bloody pocket in Jack's jeans, there was a small voice. "The officers are entering the building, everyone get somewhere safe."

By this time, a few brave souls had ventured to the front of the class where the little battle had taken place. They were crying and attempting to stifle the bleeding in Jack's leg, but his blood still continued to pour out.

Friday 1:45pm

Jack woke up. He wasn't too sure where he was. There were white walls and curtains all around him. He finally looked over and saw all the devices attached to him and realized it was a hospital he was in. There was a nurse who just came through the door, carrying a tray of food in from a cart. "Look who is up! How are you feeling?" She asked with a huge smile on her face. "I feel like I have a rubber tube up my dick, and I'm freezing in this paper gown and IV fluids surging into my arm. How're you?" The nurse shot him a stern look and slid over a rolling stand with the food to the side of the bed. "Well, I wouldn't think a hero like you would be so snarky." Jack's bed was positioned into a seated L style. Jack looked over at the nurse and glared into her eyes. "I'm no fucking hero, you got that?"