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"Shut up! All of you or someone else is going to die!" the cat hissed, aiming it at Nikita and then looking back at the door as more students ran past it, leaving the building.
Nomti's breathing was labored, one of his lungs deflated and some blood was spilling out the sides of his mouth when he tried to speak and he coughed, spattering blood onto Nikita's and the senior, a seal, faces.

Nikita made eye contact with the cat. She pulled off her coat and began wiping tje blood off from around Nomti's mouth. "Nomti, just be quiet, you heard the cat.", she whispers in his ear, then looks back up at the cat, half expecting to have been shot.

The cats eyes showed only hate and fear. He was probably a junior, about 17.
Nomti slowly nodded, his tall ears drooping, his whole body limp.
"Come on kid, stay with me," the seal whispered urgently, and motioned for someone else to give him their jacket so he could apply pressure again.

Nikita handed the seal her jacket, keeping her eyes on the cat. Hopefully, the SWAT would be here soon.

"This is the Florida SWAT!" a voice on a megaphone called out, "Release all of your hostages!" the voice ordered.
The cat didn't say anything and pointed his gun at another student, a German shepherd, "You, up," he ordered and the dog didn't hesitate, immediately standing. "You've been a dick to me since the day we've met. I'm tired of it," the cat growled furiously and put the dog into a head lock, the gun against the back of his head and walked out of the class room, locked the door from the outside with a key and walked to the front of the building. Once there, he announced that he had a bomb strapped to his chest as well and issued his demands and went back in, put the dogs head against the front window and pulled the trigger, then ran back to the class room, staying away from any windows.

Nikita was scared out of her mind. She put her hand on the side of Nomti's face and looked around. She wasn't sure what to do. The cat had been going to school with her since kindergarten and she used to have a crush on him. She just wanted to stand. up and ask him why he was doing this.

The cats demands had been simple: 100,000 dollars and a car for himself to get out with.
When he re-entered the room, he showed the home made bomb he had strapped to his chest and the button he was holding that would detonate it.
"Do you know what this is, ass holes?" he asked, "Well I'll tell you this: when I press this button, you've got 5 seconds before you all die," he hissed then grabbed another student, dragged her to the front of the building and said that every 10 minutes he would kill another student, went back inside and pressed her head against the window in the same spot the German shepherd had been and blew her brains out, then ran back to the class room before a sniper could get a good shot.

Nikita thought about handing over all her money and her car keys. She just sat though. She was now the closest to the cat so she back away.

After about two minutes, a different senior, a bull stood abruptly and ran at the cat, who fired two bullets into the student, each one hitting him in the heart. The bull collapsed in a large pool of his own blood.
"Anybody else wanna be a hero?" the cat growled, moving his gun past each student and they all shook their heads.
One of the students began breathing heavily, a collie: she was hyperventilating, her breaths coming in painful sounding wheezes.
"What's happening to her?" the cat looked at the girl sitting closest to her.
"S-she's having an asthma attack!" the girl, another cat, whimpered, "She needs her inhaler, it's in her locker."
The male's eyes were emotionless and he shot the collie twice, once in the throat and once in the chest, making the cat scream but someone covered her mouth and pulled her away.

Nikita thought for a moment. Suddenly she stood up, and ran to the cat, wreswtling the gun away from him. She bolted to the door but it just wouldn't open. She pointed the gun at the cat, "Why are you doing this?!", she pleaded, keeping the gun trained on him.

The only reason she had managed that was because the cat had been taken by surprise. He didn't answer her question, instead, he grabbed a sharp pair of scissors and broke them apart, holding each half like a knife and started coming at Nikita.
"You can't pull the trigger, you've never had the guts to do something like that. Give back the gun and maybe the jackal kid will live."

Nikita aimed for his head, "Oh trust me I have the guts." She wondered if she really could shoot him.

The cat smirked, "You were always so pretty Nikita. Even in kindergarten, I had a crush on you," he ducked and spun right, moving forwards as he did so, then rolled and came up next to Nikita, shoving one half of the scissors into her arm and grabbing the gun, "But it's been another ten minutes. I'm tired of the shit I get. Every. Day. And even if I get killed by the swat, which I know I will, I'll have rid the world of a few more ass holes," he put Nikita into a headlock and held the the pistol beneath her chin.

Nikita yelped in pain as he shoved the scizzors into her arm. She knew that bringing up she had liked him in Kindergarten wouldn't help her. She thought for a few seconds. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. Maybe her dad wasn't so bad making her do training at the police station. Even though the cat was a lot bigger than her, she had an idea. She flipped the cat over her shoulder and once again grabbed the gun. She aimed at the cat's head, pulling the trigger.

The gun clicked and the cat, although startled, smiled, the cartridge in his hand and he shoved the other half of the scissors into her thigh, "I'm smarter than I look. I know your dad is the police chief," he stood up and forced her to the ground, the scissors still protruding from her arm and leg, "But training isn't everything," he twisted her good arm behind her back, reloaded the gun and pressed it against the back of her skull.

Nikita tried to hide the pain but couldn't. She gritted her teeth. She didn't say anything, just rolled her eyes. She was losing a lot of blood but knew she was in far better condition than Nomti. She looked toward him, then looked back at the cat.

"H-he's not breathing..." the senior trying to help Nomti said quietly but before she could say anything else, there was a bullet in her head and the cat was glaring down at Nikita, "Looks like you've got about ten more minutes, but big ears is done for too it seems," he hissed and pushed Nikita down, making the two scissor halves pierce deeper into her. He walked back towards the door and there was suddenly a cuncussive bang, the sound of shattering glass and the cat fell to his knees, a surprised look on his face. He glanced over at Nikita, looking very peaceful, then fell on his side, dead, a sniper bullet having gone straight through his heart.
"Nikita!" a sophomore called, now trying to help Nomti as well, "He's not breathing! Help me!" he cried just as SWAT busted down the door.

Nikita cried in pain as more blood streamed down her arm and leg. "Coming.", she said weakly, crawling on her hands and knees to get to them. She started preforming CPR on him. Her arm was killinh her and she held back tears, "Come on Nomti.", she whispered.

"Back away!" a SWAT trooper ordered and reached down, still feeling a small pulse but also seeing that he wasn't breathing. The trooper immediately tried doing CPR as well, then realized where Nomti had been shot and called in the waiting paramedics with his radio, who almost immediately came in and took Nomti away. Two more paramedics followed and started taking care of Nikita while still more came in to take away the dead bodies.

Nikita pulled away fro mthe SWAT memebers trying to help her. "I'm fine. Just leave me alone.", all she wanted to do was call her dad and go home. She didn't want to go to the hospital or any of that.