Locker Room ~> Gymnasium
Jesse woke up with a start. Her head hurt, her body was sore, and she was definitely not on her couch, where she had conked out after making her father dinner. Instead, she was in a damp room that reeked of mildew and cheap perfume. A locker room? But this wasn’t her high schools locker room, and even if it was, it would still not explain as to how she had gotten there. The sick feeling she got when she stood up indicated some kind of drugging, but why would some kidnapper bring the world’s most renowned markswoman to a random school locker room?
Jesse heard a crackling over the loudspeakers, and her hand instantly went to her hip. She was happy to find her gun there- a Glock 19, the first gun her dad had ever gotten her- but was even more confused as to why a supposed kidnapper would leave her with a weapon. Even more confusing was the sticky note hanging off her gun, which when she brought up to her face, read-
Hurry and meet in the gym for orientation!
Orientation? Is this some weird sorority thing? Though she was only seventeen, Jesse had gotten several invitations to prestigious colleges based on her marksman ship skills alone, though she had thrown them all in the trash, wanting to stay and care for her father as long as possible. Even if she had accepted, sororities were never really her thing. Especially not ones that set up mock kidnappings for prospective members.
Jesse slid her gun out of it’s holster, pulling back the slide and hearing the comforting sound of a bullet loading into place. The complicated mess of metal and gunpowder in her hands had just become a weapon, something that could hurt, kill even. And she liked it. It made her feel safe. Confident. Deadly.
Jesse walked quietly on the balls of her feet, keeping her trigger finger at the side of the gun. She was about to open the locker room door when the TV screen above it flicked to life. Jesse jumped slightly, but decided to pay attention, not letting down her guard. What she heard was a shrill voice that sounded like a Teletubby had gone off the deep end, telling her, and apparently whoever else was in the building, to go to the gymnasium. The voice was accompanied by the image of a static-y silhouette that sent shivers down Jesse’s spine.
Well, no use in being subtle. Jesse popped a stick of watermelon gum in her mouth, trying to calm the torrent of butterflies in her stomach, before continuing through the locker room doors to the large gym. She found several other students standing around making idle chitchat, which she assumed could only be out of nerves. Imagine trying to make friends when you’ve just been kidnapped. What was strange was, most, if not of the students looked East Asian, and though New York was by no means an undiverse state, Jesse expected a lot more… well, diversity.
Jesse sat at the second-to-bottom row of bleachers near what seemed to be a makeshift stage, making sure to choose a spot that wasn’t to crowded so that if she did need to shoot, she wouldn’t have anyone in the way. Five minutes. I’ll give whoever’s running this freakshow five minutes before I call the cops. Minutes passed, and no sign of whomever had called them all here. Jesse was about to just give in and ditch the place, when the lights flickered, and then went out, plunging the gymnasium into darkness.
Jesse brought up her gun, hearing several kids cry out in surprise, one girl even crying out for her mom. All the noise seemed to come to a screeching halt when the stage lights came on, showering light onto a teddy bear that was definitely not there before. A teddy bear? Is that the best they can do? Jesse was forced to swallow her words, though, when the teddy bear jumped up and started talking to them.
Jesse didn’t shoot. She didn’t even try to pay attention to what the bear was saying. All she could do was laugh. A talking teddy bear? What kind bullsh*t is this? Her outburst didn’t seem to phase the bear, who just kept rambling on about the school. Jesse kept holding up her gun, yet had an aloof, almost bored expression on her face- until the bear mentioned he would be keeping the kids there… forever.
“Bullsh*t!” Jesse jumped up, aiming her gun more closely now, right at where the bear’s heart should be. She was ready to hear him cry out, beg for mercy, see guts or stuffing or both flying over the neatly polished stage. Though the other kids looked like they could care less, Jesse had a dying father at home- she couldn’t spend the rest of her life in a school run by a psycho care bear. Right when she was ready to pull the trigger, the bear mentioned how there was one way they could get out of the school, and though Jesse was much more open to just blowing the thing’s brains out at the current moment, a part of her knew that if they were really stuck here, like the care bear said, this might be her only chance of escape.
When the bear said they could get out by disturbing the community, Jesse assumed he meant something like turning up the speakers after quiet time, or no cleaning up after yourself in the cafeteria. So when it hysterically brought up murder, Jesse was stunned. The bear kept rambling on about school rules and handbooks, as if he had just been talking about the dress code. For Jesse it all went in one ear, out the other. Her hands were frozen to the pistol. She subconsciously scanned the room, seeing many kids her age, some even younger. She knew that she was most likely the most capable to commit murder out of anyone here, and she couldn’t help but think that the bear had meant for her to think that.
By the time Jesse had snapped out of hee catatonic state, the bear was gone, promptly replaced by a small blonde girl in what looked like a basketball uniform. She started talking, but all Jesse could do was lower her gun in defeat. She could’ve killed him, right then and there. But wouldn’t it just be proving some twisted point? That she could kill? Despite her expert skill and years of concealed carrying, she had never once fired upon a living, breathing creature. And, right at this moment, she wasn’t sure she could.
Jesse started paying attention to the basketball girl when she introduced herself as the ‘ultimate’ basketball player. Jesse scoffed. How very humble, she thought. The girl then called everyone else ‘Ultimates’, too, and went on to say that they were the most skilled kids in… Japan?! Jesse was ready to turn the pistol in her hand on herself at that point. Sure, someone could’ve drugged her one town over, maybe out of the state, if they were lucky. But across an entire ocean?! Jesse was prepared to let out a barrage of questions, but she knew the rest of the kids here were probably just as confused as she was.
When the girl suggested splitting up to find a way out of the school, Jesse decided to take action. Did they not just listen to psycho-bear’s whole ‘murder is good’ speech? Jesse jumped from her spot on the bleachers to the gym floor, her combat boots squeaking on the polished wood. She hopped on the stage, discarding her cartridge filled with bullets for one holding blanks. She aimed the Glock at the roof and fired, smirking at the yelps of surprise coming from the students.
“Listen up, p*ssies,” she started, not even needing to steal the mic from basketball girl to be heard throughout the gym. “We were just told we’re stuck at some random school in the middle of buttf*ck nowhere, until we decide to kill off one another. Now, where I come from, there would already be corpses within five seconds of that little announcement.” Jesse looked hard at the kids, letting them know she wasn’t joking. “Now, I know it might be tempting to… flirt after an announcement like that-” -she looked one pair of chatting kids in the eye- “-but keep it in your pants. You can bone when we’re home.”
Jesse replaced her cartridge of blanks with the previous bullet-filled one as she made her next point. “Some kid is gonna be deserate enough to try and f*ck us over. It’s not a question of if, but when. So please, if you’re stupid enough to try and go exploring right now, at least take two people with you. It’s the least you can do to not get yourself killed.” Jesse looked up, polishing her gun on her green t-shirt. Her liquid steel eyes bore into the crowd, begging anyone to argue.
@everyone in the gym