The Reunion

Before the first student could take a second step towards the security officer, Jon grabbed the hand holding the bat, pulling it back, and at the same time kicking the young man’s legs out from underneath him. He seemed to fly up and then immediately down, landing flat on his back knocking the wind out of him. This distracted the young man with the gun, who was able to get it out and was starting to raise it. He swung the weapon towards the movement, but Jon grabbed the boy’s hand, and using his own momentum, pulled the boy’s arm behind him while forcing him down towards the floor. The young man pulled the trigger, and nothing happened. Someone shouted, he’s got a gun, but the movement all seemed to freeze when he found himself inches off the floor on his knees and his arm pinned behind his back. To his right, he could see his friend lying on his back groaning, the small baseball bat next to the crowd where it had landed. He looked up over his shoulder at the man holding his arm behind his back. There was no expression on the man’s face. No anger or fear like he had seen in the others just before Willie hit the lady principal. He looked into the blue eyes behind the glasses. They were cold and expressionless. There was something else. He looked around as much as he could. There was no sound or movement anywhere. Everyone was standing still, frozen, and all were looking right at the two of them.