The Sixth Story: Bucking the System
Title: Bucking the System
Word Count: 525
Prompt: Todays Prompt was given by Chantelle. I'll put the word and the picture after the story :D
“We’re going to destroy the world.”
Dylan did up the last button on his trench coat and looked at himself in the mirror.
“You and me Amy. We’ll show everyone.”
“I think you’re a walking cliché.”
Dylan pulled to ammo off the shelf and stuffed it into his pocket, flashing Amy a sardonic smile.
“Just giving the people what they want. People have expectations you know. You have to look the part.” He adjusted the fedora on his head. “If you want to shake things up you’ve got to work within the system.”
“I thought terrorists were supposed to screw the system.”
“Only the ones who don’t know what they’re doing. Do you have the gun?”
Amy sighed and stood, pulling her own trench coat off the bed.
“I set it up yesterday, overlooking the parking lot, just like you said.”
Dylan nodded and headed for the door.
“Good. Come on, we’ve got a society to change.”
“I hate you when you get philosophical.”
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“Why are we even here?”
“How many times do I have to tell you?”
“As many times as it takes for it to make sense?”
Dylan pulled the ammo out of his pocket and placed it down beside the gun.
“We need to teach this school a lesson.”
“Isn’t there a better way to do that?”
“No! Haven’t you learned anything? Peaceful protest doesn’t even get you on the local news. If you want to get your message across you need to be drastic. You’ve got to push the limits of everything anyone has ever know...”
“It just doesn’t seem...”
“Are you with me or not Amy?”
“If I wasn’t with you would I be wearing this stupid trench coat?”
“I love you when you get sarcastic.”
“That’s me, a barrel of laughs.”
Amy picked up the package and turned it over in her hands.
“Did you ever wonder how we got here? I mean, usually there’s a type, a history. We should be Marilyn Manson losers with no friends except for each other. We should have been spending years locked in your bedroom talking about the end of the world and the worth of a person’s soul. And one morning we’d wake up and know that we were done. We’d meet at our lockers and know it was time, and we’d pay back all those people who’d been cruel to us our whole lives...”
“So we’re a little more pre-meditated.”
“I’m honestly not sure if that’s better or worse.”
“Hey, you don’t have to be sure. You just have to aim.”
The bell rang and streams of high school students exited the building, laughing and talking and not having any idea...
“Are you ready?”
“Dylan, I don’t think...”
“Come on, aim.”
“There’s got to be something else...”
“There’s not. Hand me the package.”
“But...”
“Amy. This is it. Are you with me?”
“I...”
“Are you?”
“...Yes.”
“Then give me the rubber bands.”
And Dylan loaded his gun and the air turned tan, rubber bands flying at terrible velocities. The students screamed and ran for cover, but most of them felt the stinging fury of the bands. And Dylan, Dylan laughed.
Prompt: Word, Rubber band. Picture:
