My Theater 8 by Milano, Ashley (scary books to read txt) 📗

Aboutan hour and a half into the waiting we also started conversing withthe people above us. We talked to around 10 people in total, Newrecord! A man sitting right below me and I played Tick-Tack-Toe onour hands with some spare Eyeliner that was in my purse, and mybrother was quizzing everyone in the row below us about the batmancomics.

Ilooked around the theater, it had all these people talking amongsteach other and loads of children laughing and running around huggingsomeone dressed as Batman, heck, even the one dressed as Bane wasgetting hugs from them. I couldn't help but smile. Today was awesome!

Oncethe room darkened everyone started finding their seats and clappingand whistling and shouting and screaming you can just tell everyonewas pumped! I looked around once again and noticed two really tallguys sitting the seats I wanted. Awman! I really wanted to sit there! Ohwell, couldn't be helped!

Wewatched the commercials as everyone clapped and laughed and yelledthe whole way through, until the “Man of steel” movie previewthat's when it fell silent around us, suddenly a bored sounding voiceshouts beside me, "We came to see Batman." I couldn't helpbut slam my face in to my hand. “Alexyou moron.” Ilaughed as the movie started so I tried to stop..Failing. But Itried.

Everyonewatched intently, staring at the screen in awe, some looked like theywere about to Jump out of their seats even! Cat woman had just giventhe guy fingerprints when a shooting scene came on with the SWAT andsome of Bane's guys when we heard VERY realistic sounding shots and afew small screams, my brother was about to clap thinking it was extraprops for the premiere but I knew better, they sounded..Off, somehow.

Igrabbed my brothers arm and looked down only to see a screen of smokeor fog cover the lower half of the theater as people from the rightside were starting to flee holding parts of themselves and others.

Mybrother lowered his curiosity and reassured me it was only an idiotwith fireworks, that was until a man in a white shirt came running inlooking around for a second then shouting "Hey guys, don't gothough the front exit! There's a guy shooting in the lobby!!"Then he left, I remember my brother whisper under his breath "You'vegot to be kidding me."

Thenthere was more shooting and the emergency alarm went off as the lookof realization and shock came to my brother's face. "There hasbeen an emergency in the building, please exit the buildingImmediately,This is notadrill, I repeat. this is notadrill." said a voice over the intercom in the theater.

Alexstood up as I told the person in front of us to leave cause theydidn't move at all saying they wanted to finish the movie. My brotherand I watched as everyone tried to leave through the back exit andthrough the main door.

Hegrabbed my bag and put it over my shoulder and he did the same, thenhe pulled my arm towards the crowd but I pulled back and pointedtowards the one nearest us that everyone seemed hesitant to use, theemergency exit in the back of the theater that leads to the lobby. Hestared at the door for a second then nodded and followed me throughit. A few people were running ahead of me as I opened the door.

Iwalked cautiously after walking out the door and glanced at the otherexit next to ours there was a women there with red on her shirt, Itdidn't register that it was blood at the time. She kept screaming"Turn on the lights, Turn on the lights!" I kept goingafraid to look back. That was the exit to theater 9, the one nextdoor..the one with the little girl..the one with what sounded likegun shots.

Inoticed the fogginess of the lobby, but I didn't care for that. Ikept running as I could feel the gas getting to me, my throat andeyes started to have a stinging, burning type of sensation. The firstthing that had crossed my mind was pepper spray, I was sure of it.

Ilooked back to see my brother covering his mouth and noise with hisshirt, looking past the ramp out to the lobby with a stoic expressionplastered on his face, watching as people huddled together near theentrance crying and screaming.

Therewas one guy in front of me, in front of me by inches at the most whenhis leg started bleeding, Alex asked what happened to him, he said hegot hit by a firework. It made me calm down a bit, though there wasto much blood for it to be a firework. I didn't think about that atthe time. I can't say if he got hit while we were running or if thewound just caught up with his adrenaline but he didn't start bleedingtill after we were about halfway down the staircase.

Alexran ahead of him dragging me along. We stopped at the lobby frontreassuring everyone that looked to be having a mental break down thatit was just an idiot with fireworks when a cop came in and said"Everyone get out now, fast!"

Ilooked around to try and find everyone we talked to before hand whenI noticed the guy that was shot from before was stopped on the bottomof the staircase panting heavily, I tried to go back to help himoutside, but Alex grabbed my shirt and pulled me out of the building.

Itwas pure chaos at its finest, watching the people come out was athousand times worse then getting shot at.

Butbesides this one evil, there was so much good. People were taking offtheir belts and shirts wrapping people up and trying to stop theblood, one woman you could just tell she had a fear of blood, as shewas looking away from the chaos, but she held her hand to anotherwoman's wound anyway.

Agirl in her teens was covered in blood sitting on the curb juststaring in to thin air, wide-eyed as if it was the most interestingthing in the world. She wouldn't even reply when multiple peoplewould ask her if she was hurt, a man just watched her, waiting. Thenpicked her up and