Villain With The Absolute Evil Sytem
Chapter 53 - 51 : Massacre

Chapter 53: Chapter 51 : Massacre

The school was alive.

Students rushed across the courtyard, their voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of teenage chatter. Teachers walked the hallways, grading papers, giving lectures, living out their ordinary day.

None of them knew.

None of them had any idea that a predator had just entered their territory.

Shirley walked with slow, deliberate steps, her rabbit mask concealing the rage that burned beneath. The knife in her grip dripped red, the blood of the security guard still warm against her fingers.

She could hear the distant sound of cars outside the school. The world moved on as if nothing had happened.

Her sister was dead.

Jason was dead.

And now, someone had to pay.

She didn’t have Jason anymore.

But she had them.

The people who had made her life hell.

She stepped forward, gripping the knife tighter.

The school hallway was packed with students.

Some gathered near lockers, some walked in groups, chatting and laughing. Others sat on benches, scrolling through their phones.

A girl bumped into Shirley as she walked past.

"Ah, sorry—"

Then she looked up.

Her apology died in her throat.

The mask

The bloodied knife.

Shirley tilted her head slightly, staring at her.

The girl froze.

A moment of silence.

Then she screamed.

Panic spread like wildfire.

The students nearby turned, eyes widening in horror.

"W-What the hell—?!"

"She has a knife!"

"Somebody call—"

Before the boy could finish his sentence, Shirley moved.

A blur of motion.

Her knife flashed.

The boy staggered back, clutching his throat. Blood spilled between his fingers, eyes wide with disbelief before he collapsed.

Screams filled the air.

Students ran. Some dove into classrooms. Others sprinted down the hall.

Chaos erupted.

And Shirley thrived in it.

She stepped forward, cutting down a girl who tried to push past her. Blood sprayed across the lockers.

She turned, caught sight of another student frozen in fear—

A sharp kick sent him crashing into the lockers. The impact cracked the wood.

She slashed across another student’s face, splitting flesh open.

The mask concealed her expression, but her body was loose, fluid.

This—this was what she had been waiting for.

This was her revenge, her therapy

And she was just getting started.

The principal’s office was quiet.

Mr. Edwards was sipping coffee, flipping through a student report, when

A scream.

A loud, piercing scream

Then another.

Then several

The cup in his hand trembled. He turned to his assistant, who was already standing up.

"What was that?"

Before she could answer,

BANG.

A student slammed into the office door, blood trailing down their uniform.

They collapsed, convulsing on the floor.

Behind them, a shadow loomed.

A rabbit mask.

A knife.

A bloodstained figure.

The principal barely had time to react before she stepped forward, swinging the knife.

Blood splattered against the wall.

She didn’t even give him time to scream.

Outside, Lumian sat casually on the school rooftop, he watched gleefully as his CT rose exponentially–swinging his feet like a child.

From up here, he had a perfect view of the chaos unfolding below.

Students trampled over each other trying to escape. Teachers ran frantically, trying to gather their classes.

Sirens blared in the distance.

Ah.

The authorities were finally responding.

He chuckled.

Too late.

His little rabbit was already inside.

By now, she was already deep in the school, carving through the people who had tormented her and her sister.

Lumian leaned back, resting his head against the railing.

He could hear the distant screams, the frantic footfalls, the dull thud of bodies hitting the floor.

It was beautiful.

He couldn’t have asked for a better show.

———

The gymnasium was filled with laughter.

Shirley could hear it before she even stepped inside.

Loud, careless, and utterly oblivious laughter.

She stopped at the entrance, tilting her head slightly as she watched through the small glass window in the double doors.

There they were.

Her old friends.

The same girls who had sat beside her in class, whispered secrets with her during lunch, promised to always have her back.

The same girls who had turned away when she needed them most.

And beside them

The boys.

The boys who discovered her dark secret and brought it out for all to see and mock.

The ones who had stood in her house that night, mocking, laughing, indulging in her father’s sick depravity.

The ones who had spread rumours darker than her secret, tainted her name and turned her life into a nightmare.

Shirley felt nothing.

No rage.

No sorrow.

Only disgust.

In her eyes, they weren’t people anymore.

They were bugs.

Puny, insignificant little creatures that should have been crushed long ago.

She was here to finish the job.

The door creaked as Shirley pushed it open.

The laughter didn’t stop immediately.

The boys were too busy boasting, the girls too busy giggling, all of them too absorbed in their meaningless little world to even notice her.

Until one of the girls turned her head.

Her eyes landed on the rabbit mask.

The bloodstained clothes.

The knife.

Her laughter died.

"W-Who—"

Shirley tilted her head.

The other girls followed their friend’s gaze, their faces shifting from amusement to confusion to—

Fear.

Recognition.

"Shirley?" one of them whispered. They were her friends at one point afterall, despite her changes they could still tell it was her

Silence fell over the gymnasium.

The boys turned next.

A brief pause then one of them scoffed.

"The hell is this?" he sneered. "What, you lose your damn mind, slut?"

Another one laughed, leaning back against the bleachers.

"Come back for revenge, huh? Real original Carrie White"

One of the girls stepped forward hesitantly.

"Shirley, you need help, you—"

Shirley took another step forward.

Her voice was calm.

"You look so... small."

The girl frowned.

"What?"

Shirley ignored her.

She tilted her head again, staring at all of them, one by one.

"I used to think you mattered," she murmured. "I used to think your opinions meant something."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"But you don’t."

Another step.

"You’re nothing."

Her hand loosened.

The knife hit the floor with a sharp clatter.

One of the boys smirked.

Then Shirley moved.

She was fast.

Faster than any of them could react.

One moment, she stood several feet away—

The next, she was in front of the smirking boy.

Before he could even blink, she *plunged her fingers into his throat*.

His smirk twisted into horror.

His hands shot up, grabbing at her wrist, trying to pry her away.

Futile.

Shirley ripped.

His throat tore open like wet paper.

Blood splattered across her mask, her hands.

The boy gurgled, staggering backward, collapsing onto the bleachers.

Dead.

The screaming started.

The girls shrieked.

The boys scrambled to their feet.

One of them lunged at her, but Shirley grabbed his arm—

And twisted.

Bone snapped.

He howled in pain, until she ripped his entire arm off.

Blood gushed.

He collapsed.

Shirley tossed the limb aside, stepping forward, her hands reaching for the next bug.

A girl tried to run.

Shirley grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed her face into the gym floor.

A sickening crack.

The girl twitched once, then went still.

Another boy ran.

Shirley let him.

Just for a moment.

Just to let him *think* he had a chance.

Then she moved.

She caught him before he reached the door.

Her fingers dug into his sides—

And she pulled.

Flesh tore apart.

His ribs cracked open.

His insides spilled onto the gym floor in a wet heap.

Shirley let his corpse drop.

Blood soaked the hardwood.

She turned.

Only two remained.

The last girl—

And the last boy.

Both were frozen in terror, pressed against the bleachers, their eyes locked onto her blood-soaked figure.

Shirley stepped closer, her boots leaving red footprints.

"P-Please," the girl whimpered. "W-We didn’t—"

Shirley ignored her.

She looked at the boy instead.

The final bug.

He trembled, hands gripping the bench behind him so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Shirley reached out, grabbing his face.

She lifted him effortlessly.

His feet dangled above the ground.

She stared at him.

For a brief moment, she considered letting him go.

Then she remembered the whispers.

The laughter.

The way he had stood in her house that night, alongside Jason, alongside the others—

Watching.

Mocking.

Indulging.

Shirley squeezed.

His skull caved in.

His body twitched once.

Then nothing.

She dropped him.

Silence.

Only one left.

The last girl sobbed.

"Shirley, please—"

Shirley stepped forward.

The girl flinched.

But Shirley...

She just stared at her.

For a moment, the rage subsided.

The fire in her veins dimmed.

She tilted her head.

RIPPP!

She pulled off her head in a one swift motion, taking pieces of her spine with it in the process.

She picked up her knife, cleaned it on one of her victims clothes and began walking out of the gym. Her steps were calm and calculated, like she had all the time in the world.

Her next stop was the teachers lounge, she had one last personal issue to settle before completely tearing down the school.