T.J Lane has been identified as the alleged gunman of a new horrific school shooting. Students described Lane as a bullied outcast at his suburban Cleveland Chardon High School.
Lane is accused of opening fire in the cafeteria Monday morning; killing one student and wounding four others before being caught a short distance away by police.
A student who witnessed the attack close-up, said it appeared the gunman was targeting a group of students sitting at a cafeteria table and that the one who was killed was trying to duck under the table.
Panicked students screamed and ran through the halls after the gunfire broke out at the start of the school day at 1,100-student Chardon High, about 30 miles from Cleveland.
Lane was arrested near his car a half-mile away, the FBI said. He was not immediately charged.
FBI officials would not comment on a motive. But 15-year-old Chardon student Danny Komertz, who witnessed the shooting, said the gunman was known as an outcast who had apparently been bullied.
"I looked up and this kid was pointing a gun about 10 feet away from me to a group of four kids sitting at a table."
He said the gunman fired two shots quickly, and students scrambled for safety. One of them, "was kind of like hiding, trying to get underneath the table, trying to hide, protecting his face."
On his Facebook page, Lane wrote a chilling letter on December 30, 2011, which ended with him writing, “Die, all of you.”
Here is the letter written by the alleged gunman T.J. Lane:
In a time long since, a time of repent, The Renaissance. In a quaint lonely town, sits a man with a frown. No job. No family. No crown. His luck had run out. Lost and alone.
The streets were his home. His thoughts would solely consist of "why do we exist?" His only company to confide in was the vermin in the street. He longed for only one thing, the world to bow at his feet.
They too should feel his secret fear. The dismal drear. His pain had made him sincere. He was better than the rest, all those ones he detests, within their castles, so vain. Selfish and conceited.
They couldn't care less about the peasents they mistreated. They were in their own world, it was a joyous one too. That castle, she stood just to do all she could to keep the peasents at bay, not the enemy away.
They had no enemies in their filthy orgy. And in her, the castles every story, was just another chamber of Lucifer's Laboratory. The world is a sandbox for all the wretched sinners.
They simply create what they want and make themselves the winners. But the true winner, he has nothing at all. Enduring the pain of waiting for that castle to fall. Through his good deeds, the rats and the fleas.
He will have for what he pleads, through the eradication of disease. So, to the castle he proceeds, like an ominous breeze through the trees. "Stay back!" The Guards screamed as they were thrown to their knees. "Oh God, have mercy, please!"
The castle, she gasped and then so imprisoned her breath, to the shallow confines of her fragile chest. I'm on the lamb but I ain't no sheep. I am Death. And you have always been the sod. So repulsive and so odd.
You never even deserved the presence of God, and yet, I am here. Around your cradle I plod. Came on foot, without shod. How improper, how rude. However, they shall not mind the mud on my feet if there is blood on your sheet.
Now! Feel death, not just mocking you. Not just stalking you but inside of you. Wriggle and writhe. Feel smaller beneath my might. Seizure in the Pestilence that is my scythe. Die, all of you.
On January 20 at 4:59pm Lane wrote, "much obliged to all who "liked" this. Wrote it myself in class one day..."
Stay tuned for more details as they become available.