The note under the pillow stated, "You're going to die in the near future." It had been pasted together from letters out of a magazine. Max Abbas crumpled the piece of paper into a ball. It must have been a joke from one of his pesky little siblings.
RING! RING! Max jumped as he heard the phone, figuring it was one of his friends wanting to hang out.
"Hello?"
"Come to the high school," a strange voice said on the other line.
"Who is this? Josh? Lyle?"
"Come to the main entrance," the voice continued. "It's very important."
"Okay, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
Max hung up, wondering who that was and what could possibly be so important. He began to get ready for his meeting with the mystery person.
When Max arrived at the school, the parking lot was completely empty, except for his car. He parked, got out, and made his way to the front entrance. When he entered the building, there was only one other person there, leaning against the wall to his left.
"Hey, Hansen. How's it going?" he asked as he walked by.
"Why is it every day that I feel the pain?" Kyle Hansen said.
"Huh?" Max turned to face him. "Hey, are you okay, man? You got this weird look on your face."
"Do I?" Kyle asked as he slowly revealed a machete from behind his back. "Okay, I'm ready to go play. I've got the machete from O.J. I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache."
Max stood there, not moving as Kyle began walking toward him. He couldn't believe what was going on.
"What, you think I'm kiddin' you?" Kyle raised the machete as he came closer to Max. "Run, bitch, run!"
Max turned and began running down the hall to the double doors, Kyle following close behind.
"In your eyes, you bid me farewell!" Kyle screamed with wild eyes as Max burst through the doors.
Max turned and headed up the stairs to his right. When he got to the top, he turned left and hoped to lose Kyle by continuing the stairs. Kyle came a couple seconds later. He didn't see Max in the hall before him, so he figured Max must have gone up the stairs. At the top, he wondered why Max would continue the stairs and ran out into the hall.
Max was now at the top of the last flight of stairs. He looked back and found no sign of Kyle. His plan had worked. He jogged around the corner and past some lockers. As he was passing some stairs to his left, he happened to look over. As he did, he saw Kyle racing toward him.
"Why are you doing this?" Max yelled as he began running again, Kyle riding his heels.
"Don't ever try to understand the situation!" Kyle yelled back.
He raised the machete and brought it down on Max's right shoulder, cutting through the bone but not all of the flesh. Blood spurted everywhere as Kyle removed the blade, and Max's arm hung loosely from his body.
"Ha ha! Gotcha!" Kyle yelled.
Max ran for the boys' bathroom and closed the door as quickly as he could with his one good arm. He tried to hold it shut, but Kyle had the advantage of two arms, and managed to pull it open. Max backed himself into a corner as Kyle advanced on him. He screamed for help. "Go ahead, yell," Kyle said. Here, I'll scream with you. AH, somebody help! Don't you get it? No one can hear you. Now shut the fuck up and get what's coming to you!"
"You'll go to hell for this. God will never forgive you."
"Never have I seen your god, so why should I believe in faith?"
"If you're going to kill me, just do it already!" Max screamed at Kyle.
"Youre right. What am I waiting for?"
Kyle raised the machete high above his head and lowered it in one swift motion. Max's head went rolling across the bathroom floor. It stopped a couple of feet from his body and stared up at Kile, accusingly.
"What are you looking at?" Kyle scoffed.
He kicked the head away and walked calmly out of the bathroom. He threw the machete aside and clapped his hands together in an up-down fashion.
"All in a day's work."