Date: Sat, 09 Jun 2001 12:44:09
From: Chip Dyp <chipdyp@hotmail.com>
Subject: Judgment Error 29

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Judgment Error 29
by:  Chip Dyp  (chipdyp@hotmail.com)

	Stefan stared at his former classmates with cold, hate-filled eyes. He'd
been planning this day ever since that day up at the lake. He aimed his
rifle at the intercom and blew the box off the wall. One more shot, and he
blew the phone off the wall. He smiled broadly.

	A girl in the front row started screaming and crying after Stefan's
display. Stefan walked over to her and pulled out a pistol. "Shut up bitch!"
he yelled. The girl continued screaming, apparently unable to control
herself. "I said shut up!"

	When the girl continued screaming and carrying on, Stefan brought the
pistol to her head and pulled the trigger twice. The two shots rang loudly
in the room. The bullets tore through the girl's skull, and blew her brains
all over the computers behind her. Her lifeless body slumped and fell out of
the chair with a dull thud.

	"No!" Mr. Taffan yelled as he rushed toward Stefan and the doomed girl.
Stefan whirled and pulled the trigger repeatedly. Two of his shots caught
Mr. Taffan in the legs, knocking him to the ground. A few shots missed and
ricocheted wildly off the concrete walls of the room.

	"Mr. Taffan, so brave." Stefan said. He walked slowly towards his former
teacher. He pointed the pistol at Mr Taffan and popped the release on the
clip. The clip fell loudly to the floor, causing everyone to jump at the
unexpected sound. Reaching calmly into his pocket, Stefan pulled out a new
clip and slid it into the pistol.

	Stefan took his time, and slowly aimed the pistol at Mr. Taffan again. "I
didn't know you had the balls." Stefan suddenly shifted his aim to Mr.
Taffan's groin, and fired four bullets.

	Mr. Taffan screamed. He tried futilely to protect himself with his hands.

	"Well, not anymore I guess." Stefan smiled and deliberately aimed the
pistol at Mr. Taffan's head. "Time to die." Stefan smiled at the look of
horror on his victim's face. He savoured the moment, before he pulled the
trigger twice. Mr. Taffan's limp body slumped to the floor. Stefan looked
down at the body for a moment, and then looked up at his shocked classmates.

	"Well, I hope you've all learned your lesson. Keep your mouths shut and
don't try to be a hero. Maybe you won't die."

	David stared at shock at Stefan. This was the guy Ian had fallen in love
with? He wasn't a little violent; he was a full on psycho. David watched as
Stefan sat on the teacher's desk and lit a cigarette. Carefully he set the
rifle down, content to hold the class hostage with just the pistol.

	"Well, well, well. I didn't believe it when Paul told me that all my former
friends were in a class together, but here you all are. How's it hanging
Will?"

	"You bastard" Will whispered.

	"Now Will, is that anyway to talk to me?" Stefan ground his cigarette out
on the late Mr. Taffan's desk. "Why don't you come on down?"

	Will glared at Stefan but he didn't move. Stefan lifted the pistol and
aimed it directly at Erin. "You have a choice Will. You can do what I say,
or I'll blow your girlfriend's brains out."

	Will's angry glare changed to a look of horror. He pushed his chair back
and walked slowly to the front of the class. When he arrived at the front of
the class, Stefan smiled. "Well, it's good to see you really do care about
Erin."

	"What do you want?" Will asked coldly.

	"I want to fuck you until you bleed. I want to hear you scream in pain as I
take your virginity." Stefan paused for a moment, to let his words sink in.
"Unfortunately, I'm not going to get what I want."

	Will didn't flinch when Stefan put the pistol to his temple. "You should be
thankful Ian moved into town. If he hadn't, I would've made you my bitch
instead." The sound of the gun being cocked was loud in the sudden silence.
Stefan just stared at Will for a moment, before he continued. "But, he did
come to town, and you ruined everything. You weren't supposed to come back
to the cabin that night!" Stefan said. He jabbed the muzzle of the pistol
into Will's temple.

	"I..."

	Stefan hit Will hard on the back of the head with the pistol. "Shut up,
bitch. I'll talk, you listen."

	Will tried to keep his balance, as he tried to shake off the blow. The room
seemed to shift beneath him. He was dizzy, and his head hurt. And, suddenly
now, he really needed to pee. But he wasn't going to move.

	"Good. I'm glad that you understand." Stefan chuckled. The sound brought an
unpleasant chill to Will's spine. "Your friend Paul just wouldn't listen."

	"What did you do to Paul?" Will asked quietly.

	"Did I say you could talk?" Stefan asked. His voice was calm and quiet. His
words would have been hard to make out, if it weren't for the deadly silence
in the room. "Maybe you don't understand. Maybe another one of your
classmates has to die for you to learn the rules."

	"No, please. I'll stay quiet. Please don't hurt anyone else."

	Stefan held Will's eyes, until Will looked down. He waited for a long
moment, before he said, "I spent a couple of days chatting with Paul,
catching up with all my classmates. Unfortunately, Paul has had a drug
overdose." Stefan chuckled again. "Don't worry though. You'll be able to go
to his funeral."

	Will's eyes filled with tears as he struggled to hold back a sob. Stefan
laughed as he watched Will slowly start to cry.

	"Pussy." Stefan stayed silent and watched Will cry. He lit up another
cigarette and blew smoke into his former friend's face.

	After smoking most of his cigarette, Stefan ground the cigarette out on the
desk and slipped down to the floor. "Well, let's get this over with. I
called you up here for a reason Will. I liked you. Hell, I could've loved
you. It's time to play a little game." Stefan turned and faced the still
shocked class. He waved the pistol around the class. A number of people
flinched as the pistol was pointed toward them.

	"Now, this is a game for Will only. If anyone shouts out the answer, Will
dies."

	Ian swallowed deep as he watched Will and Stefan.  He couldn't believe that
he was looking at the man he had fallen in love with less than a year ago.
But it was Stefan. And he was pissed.

	Stefan smiled and looked around for a moment. He seemed to be savouring his
power over his peers.

	"All right, let's start the game. I'm going to ask you three questions. If
you answer a question wrong, you die. Do you understand?"

	"Yes," Will said weakly. He looked away from Stefan, and out toward his
classmates as he prepared for the first question.

	"All right, question one. Who is Ian's current boyfriend?"

	"David." Will's voice was quiet, but steady.

	"Good. Question two. Who did Ian get in a fight with at a dance earlier
this year."

	Will paused for a moment. His eyes looked briefly toward Keith. He frowned
when he saw the look of terror on his Keith's face. Will paused, uncertain
whether to answer or not. When Stefan started to move, Will quickly said
"Keith and his friends."

	"Ah, good." Stefan smiled at Keith. "You and I are going to have some fun a
little later on, Keith. But, let's get back to the game. This is your last
question Will. Which one of these people is David?"

	"David?" Will asked cautiously. Did he really expect him to point out
David?

	"Don't play games with me." Stefan growled. "Point him out."

	"I..."

	"That wasn't a request." Stefan's voice was louder, and higher. "Point him
out or you're dead."

	Will's jaw opened, and he looked toward Ian and David. Slowly, uncertainly,
he raised his hand, and pointed at David.

	"Excellent. You can go now." Will looked at David, held his gaze, and tried
his best to tell David he was sorry. He was almost at the door when Stefan
called out for him to stop. "One last thing before you go." Stefan walked
over to Will and whispered in his ear. Will eyes grew large as he glanced
quickly back into the class. Swallowing, he turned the doorknob and ran out
of the room.

	Stefan walked back to the front of the room. He turned slowly, and smiled
at the remainder of the terrified class. "Well, now that we've gotten than
out of the way, let's start having some fun." Stefan picked up the rifle and
waved it around the classroom. Everyone in the room tried not to cringe
whenever the rifle was pointed at them. After a few moments, the rifle
settled on one person.

	"Keith!" Stefan's yell startled everyone. Keith had been watching the rifle
barrel that was steadily pointed at him, and he almost jumped out of his
chair when Stefan yelled.

	"I think it's time we dealt with you, Keith." Stefan said. "No one touches
Ian but me, no one. I think it's time I made sure you learn your lesson. Get
your ass up here now."

	Keith was slow to respond. The look of fear on his face was pitiful. He
didn't look very brave as he slowly stood up. The class watched as Keith
slowly walked around the computers. He continued up to where Stefan was
standing.

	"Well, you're not so tough." Stefan poked Keith in the chest and neck with
the muzzle of the rifle. "You're just a big pussy, aren't you?" Keith stayed
quiet while Stefan glared at him. "Well, aren't you?"

	"No," Keith said. His voice trembled as he gave his quiet reply.

	Stefan giggled at Keith's obvious fear. "You had to have your friends with
you when you beat that little runt? You couldn't handle him all by
yourself?"

	Keith didn't respond. He didn't know what Stefan wanted to hear.

	Stefan sniffed suddenly, and looked around for a moment. Then he looked at
Keith's crotch. The wicked smile on his face told the whole story.

	"Oh dear. What a big coward you are Keith. You've wet your pants, just like
a little kid."

	There were a few snickers around the classroom. Keith's problem was plainly
visible, now that Stefan had pointed out Keith's wet jeans. Keith was quite
red now, and very embarrassed.

	"Well, no matter. Maybe you should just take off your clothes."

	"What?"

	"You heard me. Take off your clothes. Now!" Stefan took a step back and
aimed the rifle at Keith's chest.

	Keith lowered his head and kicked off his shoes. Slowly, he removed his
clothes, starting with his shirt and continuing until he was standing in his
plaid boxers. Taking a deep breath, Keith pushed the wet, flimsy cotton
down.

	"That's all you have?" Stefan asked with a laugh.

	Keith turned bright red and looked at his feet. Stefan walked over and
lifted Keith's limp penis with the muzzle of his rifle. "Just think, all I'd
have to do is pull the trigger and you'd be a girl."

	"No, please..." Keith whimpered.

	"No." Stefan smiled, and turned to look at Ian. "So, should I nut him?"

	"Let him go, Stefan." Ian said. He stood up at his desk and stared at his
former boyfriend. "Keith never did anything to you."

	"That's right. He beat you. You should be flattered that I want to protect
you from pricks like him."

	"If you want to protect me from pricks like him, surrender to the police.
This can only end badly."

	Stefan laughed maniacally and then aimed the rifle at Ian. "I will never
surrender."

	"Then let Keith go. You've punished him enough."

	"No. I haven't punished him enough. He still has to lose his nuts."

	"You don't want to do that, Stefan. If you hurt him, people will feel sorry
for him. If you don't do anything more, everyone will remember he's tiny,
and he pees his pants when he's scared. They'll tease him daily about it."

	Stefan looked at Keith thoughtfully, before he turned back to Ian. "And
people think you are sweet and innocent." Stefan turned to Keith. "Get up on
the desk and put your hands behind your back. I want everyone to have a look
at what little you have."

	Shaking, Keith climbed up on the desk and did what Stefan said. He couldn't
look out into the classroom. He kept his eyes glued to the ground in front
of him. Keith didn't know if he'd be able to face his classmates again.

	Stefan walked down the aisle, stopping about halfway down. He aimed the
rifle at David and smiled. "Stand up girlfriend. It's your turn now."

	David bravely got to his feet, looked Stefan in the eye, sizing him up.
"So, you're Ian's latest fuck toy." David stayed quiet and continued staring
at Stefan. "Why don't you come on over here? I want to keep my eyes on you."

	David glanced quickly at Ian before walking over to Stefan. "Why don't you
let these people go, Stefan? They haven't done anything to you."

	"You want me to let them all go?" Stefan asked with a laugh. "I'll tell you
what, I'll flip a coin. If it's heads, one of your classmates dies. If it's
tails, they can all leave."

	"No!" David said. "Please Stefan, don't kill anyone else. They haven't hurt
you."

	"You're the one who asked me to let them go. Here's their chance. Of
course, if it comes up heads, you'll have their blood on your hands. Do you
think you could handle facing their families knowing that you're the reason
their son or daughter is dead?" Stefan reached into his pocket and pulled
out a toonie.

	"Please Stefan, don't." David shook his head and looked at Stefan
pleadingly.

	Stefan put the toonie on his thumb and flipped it into the air. The coin
rotated several times before it landed on the desk. "Well, look at that.
Tails. Your classmates can go." Stefan turned at looked at the relieved
students. "We're going to do this my way. I want all the guys to stand up."

	David watched as Rob and the rest of the guys stood slowly. Everyone was
wondering what Stefan was going to do.

	"Now, take off all your clothes. I'm sure that David and Ian would love to
you see you guys naked."

	"You're the one that wants to see them naked," David said.

	Stefan turned and smashed the butt of his rifle into David's gut. David
doubled over and gasped for breath. Stefan reached down and grabbed David by
the hair. Pulling him up, Stefan got right in David's face. "I'm not the
little fucking queer!" Stefan threw David backwards to the floor and aimed
the rifle at him. "Why aren't you guys taking off your clothes? Do you want
to stay here and die?"

	The guys in the class began taking off their clothes. When they were all
naked, Stefan let them go row by row. "See anything you like?" He asked Ian.

	"Yes," Ian replied. He figured that was the answer Stefan wanted.

	"Well that's nice. Now, all you little whores can take off your clothes."

	Slowly the girls stood up and began removing their clothes. Stefan looked
around the classroom, watching as they slowly removed their clothes.

	Stefan walked over to Erin and watched as she removed her bra. He brought
his rifle up and followed the contours of her firm breast. "Will certainly
has good taste in women."

	Erin stiffened up, and held her breath. Stefan laughed at her reaction, and
walked back to David. "Don't worry honey, I don't have time to fuck you."
David looked at the remaining students. "Oh, by the way, I want you to take
Tracy and poor Mr. Taffan with you."

	The girls all stopped moving and looked at Stefan in disbelief. Jennifer
looked back at Stefan and then at her classmates. "Fine." She walked up to
Tracy and reached under the dead girl's arms. Erin walked over to Mr. Taffan
and with the help of a few other girls, lifted him from the floor. Some
other girls helped Jennifer lift Tracy from the floor and followed the other
group out the door.

	"Go close the door and then get back up on the desk," Stefan said to Keith.
"And if you even think about running, I'll shoot you and then I'll kill Ian
and David."

	Keith stepped down from the desk, and closed the classroom door. In the
hallway, he could see three officers in bullet proof vests standing there.
They nodded to him as he closed the door. They didn't dare pull him out of
the classroom while Stefan held hostages.

	"I'm surprised you didn't run, Keith. You must really like Ian and David."

	"They may not be friends, but I don't want you to kill them," Keith said
quietly. He stepped back up on the desk and looked down at Ian.

	"Well, you're gonna be disappointed, because these two are going to die."

	"Stefan, you don't have to do this," Ian said. "You need help."

	"I don't need help," Stefan said angrily. "I'm fine."

	"No! You're not fine. You're mentally unstable and you've become violent."

	Stefan glared at Ian and aimed his rifle at him. "What do you know? You
didn't have a brother kicked out because he's gay."

	"Neither did you. I talked to your mother after you fled. She told me that
you don't have a brother."

	"Stefan this is the RCMP. Put down your weapons and come out with your
hands up." Stefan looked at the door of the classroom and fired two shots
into the door.

	"I will never surrender!" Stefan yelled back.

	"Stefan, you let your other classmates go. Why not let these last three
leave?"

	"Shut up! Nobody else is leaving this classroom while I'm alive!"

	In the hallway, the regular officers stepped back while the SWAT team took
up positions. Rushing the classroom was their last choice. Someone was bound
to get hurt. If they could get Stefan to surrender peacefully, then no one
else would be hurt. The members of the team checked their weapons and
waited. They looked at pictures of the three hostages, memorising the faces
so that there would be no accidents.

	"Stefan you have to surrender. They aren't going to let you escape," Ian
said. He looked at his former friend and saw the fear in his eyes. "I
promise they won't hurt you. No one will hurt you."

	"Ian, I..." Stefan looked at Ian sadly. The rifle wavered slightly in his
hands, and a tear rolled down his cheek. "I'm sorry Ian."

	"We can still end this Stefan."

	"I didn't want to do this, Ian. I never wanted to hurt you." Stefan lowered
the rifle slightly and leaned against the wall. He looked down at his feet,
too ashamed to look Ian in the eyes.

	David looked at Stefan in disbelief. What the fuck was going on?

	"I know Stefan, I know. It's not too late. You don't have to hurt me. You
don't have to hurt anyone else."

	"It's too late, Ian. I'm sorry."

	Stefan lifted the rifle and took aim at Ian. "Did you really think you
could get me to surrender?"

	"I was hoping that somewhere inside you, there was still a part of you that
remembers the difference between right and wrong."

	"Stefan is a little wimp. He doesn't have the balls to punish those who
hurt him. That's why he has me."

	"What the fuck is going on?" Keith asked. "Who are you?"

	"None of your fucking business!"

	"You can still surrender." Ian continued. "You're going to end up hurting
Stefan. Is that what you want?" He took a cautious step towards Stefan and
paused. Stefan brought the rifle around and motioned for Ian to take a step
back.

	"I don't care what happens to Stefan. If he lives, he lives. If he dies, he
dies. It doesn't matter to me. All that matters is that I destroy you and
everything you love."

	"Why do you hate me?" Ian asked quietly. "What did I do to you?"

	"You were so perfect. You have the perfect life. Your parents loved you,
even though you are a fag. You are smart, you are funny..."

	"I'm a freak with pink eyes, white hair and pale skin. I'm short, and weak.
How am I perfect?"

	"Shut the fuck up!" Stefan screamed. "Or I swear to god, I'll kill your
little boyfriend."

	"Please don't hurt him, Stefan." Ian pleaded. "He never hurt you."

	"He stole you from me. You were mine."

	Ian stared at Stefan trying to think of something to say to Stefan that
wouldn't push his former friend over the edge. But nothing sprung to mind.
He didn't know what to say.

	"Stefan, this is the RCMP. We want you to end this. Throw down your weapon
and you will not be hurt."

	"NO!" Stefan screamed. His hands tightened on the rifle as he spun around
to face David. "I will never surrender."

	"Stefan, do as they say. Please?" David begged.

	"They want me to end this. Fine, I'll end it." Stefan aimed the rifle at
David's chest and pulled the trigger.

	"NO!" Ian screamed as the first shot tore into his boyfriend's chest.

	Time seemed to slow down, as the first shot echoed throughout the room.
Stefan pulled the trigger a second time, firing another piece of hot lead
into David's chest. He pulled the trigger a third time, before spinning to
take aim at Ian.

	In the hallway, the SWAT team heard the first shot and Ian's scream. By the
time the third shot was away, they were inside the classroom. They ignored
Keith on the desk naked and screaming. David was on the floor, in a puddle
of red. They took aim at the only two people who remained standing: Ian and
Stefan.

	Stefan heard the officers enter the classroom, but he ignored them. He
pointed the rifle at Ian and pulled the trigger. The first bullet was high
and too the right, just missing Ian's shoulder. Stefan didn't get a second
shot as the SWAT team members fired repeatedly to take him down.

	"David!" Ian screamed. He ignored Stefan, the officers and everything as he
tried to get to David.

	A police officer helped Keith get down from the desk. He pulled the naked
boy out of the classroom and into the hallway where other officers stood
waiting. They wrapped him in a blanket and hurried him toward the waiting
paramedics.

	Ian reached David as the first officer reached Stefan. Ian looked at his
badly injured boyfriend and took his hand. "David?" There was no response
from the unconscious boy. "David, please. I love you."

	Gently, one of the SWAT team members pulled Ian away and carried him out to
the hallway while the paramedics descended on David's body. "We have to let
the paramedics do their work," The officer said as he took Ian away.

	"I want to be with him," Ian said as he struggled in the officer's tight
grip. "I love him."

	"I know. We need to have a doctor take a look at you."

	"Please, I just want to be with him."

	The officer held back his own tears as he took the crying boy into a
classroom where a doctor stood waiting. He knew he couldn't take Ian back to
David. It would take a miracle for David to survive, and he didn't want Ian
to suffer anymore.

	Continued.