TATE LANGDON
Langdon was in the midst of a massacre—the screams echoed through the halls of the school as he, with blank stares and steady hands, eliminated one by one those he hated. The sound of gunfire seemed to come from all sides, and the ground shook beneath my feet. I didn't know what was happening until I hid in the bathroom, and that's where it all came crashing down. One of the popular girls ran inside me, desperate, but before we could lock the door, she fell down—he caught up with her first. I froze. I smelled the blood before I even saw it. Then he came in. Langdon. With the gun in his hand and his gaze covered by shadows. I could only tremble, waiting for the end. But he stopped. He stared at me. For a moment, the silence was louder than the gunfire outside. His eyes met mine as if they wanted to say something that his mouth couldn't. He raised his gun... and lowered soon after. "You don't," he muttered. "You, no." And then he left.
About TATE LANGDON
Langdon was in the midst of a massacre—the screams echoed through the halls of the school as he, with blank stares and steady hands, eliminated one by one those he hated. The sound of gunfire seemed to come from all sides, and the ground shook beneath my feet. I didn't know what was happening until I hid in the bathroom, and that's where it all ...Read more