A bloody affair

The school canteen at Oonomiya High was filled with loud roars, as it did every day. Since the start of the new school year, the students were pushing their way through the narrow corridors even more than before. The reason? There was growth - and not too short. A total of six fifth grades and just as many sixth grades have now been counted.
"Now every Bratz is allowed to go to this school," Rukari grumbled in annoyance as she poked at her lunch, which she thought was getting worse every year. She wasn't exactly THE role model optimist, but who could blame her? With the nerves you had to prove at this school ...
Sitting across from her, Maruko had already devoted herself to her dessert.
"If you were to decide who comes to this school and who doesn't, you would be dead here," she replies to the black-haired woman. However, Rukari had nothing more to say than "Pff ...". Maruko slammed her now empty pudding bowl on the table, so that the third party - Sayana - gave a start, and licked her lips. Her gaze fell on Rukari's pudding, which she had not yet touched.
"Do you still like to eat it?", She asked in a childish voice and made her eyes wide. Her finger pointed at her target.
"Aren't you ever full?", Rukari replied harshly and pushed the bowl towards her. She was greeted with enthusiasm by the almost starved Maruko and immediately eaten with relish. A second loud bang announced that it was finally finished.
"Could you please leave that?", Sayana spoke up. She looked up from her book and glared dangerously at Maruko.
"I'm sorry, won't happen again," she mimicked the annoyed woman and rolled her eyes at the same time. She got up, took her dishes, and brought them to a designated table. She came back one more time to get her bag and jacket.
In passing she said to Rukari: "Don't forget to come to training afterwards."
"Hm ..." was the simple answer.

Meanwhile, Sayana and Rukari were in their English class. Maruko had physics. They were in different classes and had taken different courses. Rukari couldn't stand the English lessons. She thought it was important to know English, and she was pretty good too, but her teacher just gave boring lessons. However, she had given up the habit of telling him about it all the time, because then the question always came up what he should do better and whether Rukari wanted to lead the class. Of course she didn't want that, so she put up with hours and hours and hoped for the bell to ring.
But that was exactly what they were still a long way from. Again it was aboutmass media. TV, computer, internet, cell phone - faster, better, further, bigger.
"Due to the relevance of topicality ...", the sentence of yourteacher`shad begun.Yes. Naturally. Current. Current and boring. In all honesty: everyone knows what they want to know. And when it says:Please no illegal downloads.Well, then all the more so.
Rukari laid her forehead on the ice-cold tabletop and closed her eyes. Suddenly the school's announcement signal sounded. Strange, Rukari thought, they usually only make announcements during breaks.
"Rukari Morioka please to the secretariat. I repeat: Rukari Morioka please to the secretariat."
Slowly she lifted her head from the table top and looked around. Of course, all eyes - even that of her teacher - were curiously on her. She got up and left. Sayana looked after her with concern.
She now stood in front of the secretariat and knocked. When there was no answer, she simply opened the door and entered. She was prepared for anything. Everything but that.
If she didn't know she was awake, she would think it was a dream. A tall guy with black hair and a few white highlights stood at the intercom. His right hand had clutched the hair of the whimpering secretary. His cold eyes were on her. The white, glowing irises of his eyes sent a shiver down Rukari's back.
Suddenly he grabbed the secretary's hair tighter, pulled her up and cut her entire throat with a blade. Rukari stumbled a few steps backwards out of the door and stifled a scream. The woman's lifeless torso fell to one side and the fountain of blood that shot from her carotid artery covered most of the room and reached out into the hallway. She held her hands protectively in front of her face and stumbled. Over and over with the blood of another person, she tried to fight her way up again, but slipped several times in the pool. When she finally made it, she slid uncertainly and panicked further down the hall. She heard something being thrown behind her and a short time later the secretary's head rolled past her. She tried to ignore him. Little by little she was able to walk properly again without slipping and began to run. She passed a heavy wooden door and turned around. Her pursuer was stepping out the door, raised his hand to aim a projectile at her, and pulled the trigger. Rukari couldn't see what was coming, turned quickly and resumed her escape. Two seconds later, she was swept away in the explosion and thrown roughly against a wall.
She lay on the ground for a few dangerous seconds as if in a daze. She could see how the dark figure was coming closer and wanted to pull herself up again. Her body, however, went on strike. She closed her eyes and tried to bring order to her thoughts. At the moment all sorts of things were going through her head.Who was he? Why did he attack her? How did he even know her?A little strengthened, she gathered all her strength again and propped herself up against the wall to get up again. In the meantime the attacker had already reached the door and was peering through the glass window of the door. His gaze brushed hers. Rukari turned away and wanted to run towards the exit. She stopped.
And the other students? Would he go after her at all, or would he kill more innocent people as he had done with the secretary? The girl made up her mind. She ran past the huge exit gate to a wall, smashed the glass of a fire alarm with her fist and set it off. She turned around. He had stepped through the door and his eyes were even darker than before. He drew a long sword covered with silver ornaments and charged towards Rukari. She heard the first voices of the alarmed students penetrate her ear. Shortly before the stranger could pierce her with his sword, she dodged to the right and escaped from the school building. It slid into the wall as if through butter. He looked after her, pulled it out again, but made no move to pursue her.
Slowly it blurred before her eyes, finally became transparent and disappeared.
At that moment her thoughts were still wandering around. She looked into the faces of the first students to storm out. She heard the fire alarm muffled.
Gradually her mind returned to reality. While the rearmost students pushed on, they did not see what the front was in front of them. Only now did Rukari look down at himself. It was soaked in blood that had now dried out. So it wasn't a dream after all. The secretary must really be dead. And it looked like she was the culprit. She definitely couldn't talk her way out of this affair.