The teacher calls out you name but you don’t move a muscle. At first even you own brain feels it to be fear, absolute fear of dying. A cold shiver runs up your spine as the class looks at you half laughing half mocking you situation and the aid is about to move over and grab you but the teacher holds her hand up and calls out again.

Her voice doesn’t break though, you can see her talking but you feel faint and dizzy knowing your life, dreams and what ever else you wanted to do will end today and it makes you angry. Your body seems to tingle with a this new feeling of rage as the teacher taps her foot smirking at you with the class all standing up ready to move in and attack you but they are quelled by a rise of the hand from the teacher.

Chuckling the teacher narrows her eyes and lunges towards you. Time seems to slow down for a brief movement with you mind relaying the images of the situation and once again you can hear sound. The sound of death approaching would scare anyone but you. Now you feel the pain of all the others who have fallen to these pigs and holding you stands you quickly move you hands grabbing her out lunged arms and directing them towards the wall beside you.

“What!” The teacher slams into the wall as the class bursts into laughter at you surviving and the teacher looking so silly. Dodge sideways you grab her hand spinning the woman around and pushing her away as she turns back in shock. “You’re so going to get it boy!” She yells out.

“Oh I’m sorry I though you where going do that just then. Maybe you lack skill to teach this class.” You mock your doom feeling another bolt of rage build in you body. Her strength felt like nothing, moving towards her you place you hands onto the shocked teacher throwing her into the class before standing still smiling at you ability.

“What the hell?” The teachers aid rushes towards you seeing you move as your eyes widen at the though of dying again and you attack hard. Feeling you hand almost crack under the force of your punch you send the aid sideways at the girls all look at you hungry.

“Get him!” The Teacher recovers along with her aid but rather than stand around like a confused rabbit in the headlights of a truck you bolt towards door at high speed. Hands move towards you at a fast pace but you party them off like a Gridiron player rushing for a touchdown. Sliding though the door you enter the corridor and look left or right.

“What now…” You turn back seeing the teacher lunging towards you and dodging hard you push her way managing to feel her large breasts in the meantime. “Wow!” You gasp before rushing down the corridor and towards freedom.