Inside What Used To Be Home
Author's Note: What if in With Tired Minds, and Tired Eyes, and Tired Souls, We Slept Whitey hadn't been able to hold on to Brooke and she'd run inside after Lucas?
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Students ran frantically, the exits of Tree Hill High were packed with bodies of screaming students. A single shot had rung out and no one knew what was happening, but they knew enough to run.
"Peyton! Peyton!" Brooke Davis searched desperately for her blond friend, but to no avail. 30 seconds ago they were on their way to Political Science, when they saw him. A tall, dirty blond boy holding a gun. An unreadable expression etched onto his average features. Brooke gripped her friend and before either girl could register the moment a bullet had pierced the glass before them and both fell to the ground. Brooke began kicking, pushing back away from the man and found herself being lifted to her feet and pulled out of the school, lost among the screaming masses.
"Peyton?!" Brooke could feel her eyes watering. How could she have lost her. She scanned the court yard again, only to have her eyes land on another beloved blond, "Lucas!"
"Brooke!" The two teen ran toward each other, Lucas put his arms to her shoulders, "Brooke, what's going on?"
"There someone in the school...they're shooting, I lost Peyton. We were...I can't find her."
Fear instantly crept inside him, "Wait. Peyton's still inside." Lucas froze when the brunette before him nodded. Before either knew it, Nathan was running toward the entrance to the school, something about Haley and the Tutor Center, "Nathan! I got him coach."
Lucas ran after his younger brother, tackling him, "Get off me, man." Nathan pushed his brother off, "Haley's inside." And with that he was gone.
"Nathan!" Lucas screamed, following after him.
"Lucas!" Brooke started, but found herself being restrained by Whitey, "Lucas!" She screamed again. She struggled against him, but found the old man to be stronger than she anticipated. Brooke pulled her foot up and brought down hard on his foot, "Sorry!"
The old man cried out in pain, releasing his grip on the wryly cheerleader. He reached out for her again, but she was too far gone and he watched as she disappeared into the vacant school, "Damn it!" He turned and closed the door to the bus, "Drive Jerry!" He commanded, "Go!"
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Brooke found her heart beating exceptionally fast as she entered the empty building. Her eyes darted over the dropped backpacks and books, fearing that one hid the key to her demise. She stepped surreptitiously over the items and worked down the first hallway. She wanted to call out for her boyfriend and her best friend, but fear held her voice in a vice that was too strong for her to break.
So she worked silently through the hallways, searching for any sign of the two people she loved more than anything. It was strange though, she'd walked this hallway so many times before, but yet, she felt like a stranger to this place. Like she didn't belong. This was no longer, her school, her friends' school. The place now carried a melancholy ambience.
She continued her slow, quiet steps and soon she found herself by the doors where she and her friend fell. Shards of glass lay scattered, both big and small. A few pens and some paper, but what caught her eye where the small red puddles. Brooke covered her mouth, to silence a gasp. She looked up and looked around. She was still alone, at least she hoped she was. She followed the trail of red droplets, until they disappeared under the library doors. Peyton. No. Oh God, no.
Brooke pushed back her tears and pushed herself forward. She put a hand to one of the door, pausing for a moment to utter a prayer. She closed her eyes, breathed in, and pushed the door open. Still she remained silent in her search. Her voice was gone and she knew until she left this place, it wouldn't return. She worked her way pass the stacks and around the various corners, but stopped when she reached the back.
Her heart broke, but not for the reasons she thought it might when she ran inside. Lucas and Peyton sat together, their lips pressed against one another's. Brooke's mouth open slightly, but still no sound. Her chest grew heavier, and her stung. The couple soon parted, by the time they had Brooke was gone. She ran through the Library, not caring how loud her wedges smacked against the ground. She pushed the door open harder than she should.
Her vision was blurred by tears, she didn't know where she was running, nor did she care, she just had to. And that's what she did. She ran, but she didn't get far. She rounded a corner only to collided with something and find herself falling to the ground once again. She groaned, as her head met the marble. It took a few moments, but she shook it off. She sat up, looking down, but her head shot up, at the sound of a loud clicking.
"Why are you still here?!" The young man screamed at her while pointing a gun directly at her head.
She began to cry harder, "Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god! No, please. No."
The boy grew enraged, "SHUT UP! I SAID WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" He watched as she attempted to speak, but only muttered a few unintelligible sounds. The boy glared at her and shook his head, he approached her, and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her to her feet.
"Ah!" She cried out and clasped her hand over his, "Stop!" He pulled her back and forth before pushing her back and releasing her.
"What are you doing? The school is on lockdown! Don't you get that."
She watched him in terror, "I...I'm sorry." She tried to back up as she spoke.
"NO! You do not get to move." He shook the gun at her.
"Ahh!" Both Brooke and the boy jumped at a loud bang.
"What the hell is this? The school is on lockdown!"
"Brooke." Lucas spoke, as he carried an unconscious Peyton in his arms.
"Lu.."
"HEY! Shut the hell up!"
Both teens turned to their disturbed peer, neither saying a word.
"She's bleeding." Lucas spoke. The boy looked past the girl before him to the one that lay in his ex-friend's arms.
"Is she..." He couldn't bring him self to say it.
Lucas shook his head, "But if I don't get her out of here, she will be."
He looked around. This couldn't be happening, he was just suppose to scare them. Teach the bastards a lesson. No one was supposed to get hurt. "Go." It was all he said.
Lucas sighed and began walking, "Brooke, come on."
The boy's eyes narrowed, "No." He reached out pulling her in by the arm. She screamed out and stuggled against him, but she stilled when he held the gun to her head, "I said they could go. You stay."
"Jimmy. NO!" Lucas stepped toward them. But froze when he found himself staring down the barrel of the gun.
Jimmy shook the gun, emphasizing his seriousness, "Either you taker her and go, or you all die."
"Brooke." He said looking at her.
She bit her lip and shook her head, "Go, Luke. Peyton needs you."
"Brooke, I can't leave..."
"Just go, Lucas!." She screamed. Why didn't he get it, he had to go. "Please."
Lucas looked as if his heart as just broke and with one last glance he turned and headed away.
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"Look class, we've got a new student." Jimmy walked into the room where he was holding the other students. Now holding Brooke by her hair once again.
"Brooke!" Haley jumped up, but felt Nathan pull her back.
"Everybody up. NOW!" Jimmy ordered and no one hesitated. "We're going on a field trip. He backed up still holding a sobbing Brooke. He waved the gun toward the door and no one hesitated.
Jimmy rushed to the door, pulling Brooke along who cried out as he tightened his grip on her scalp, "Now, if anyone runs, I'll shoot you and I'll shoot Ms. Pep Squad here." He nodded toward the exit door, "Walk." Jimmy followed the students, eyeing everyone ready to take aim if he needed to.
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The small group of students looked out over the courtyard at the large mass of people who stood watching in terror and fear.
Some police officer spoke out over a loud speaker, but Jimmy ignored them. He looked over his group of hostages once more, before growling out, "Go." The students ran, only one was held back. Brooke.
"Walk." Jimmy pushed her forward still holding her. He stopped thirty feet before he reached the crowd. He could see the guns being raised and he knew this was it. "All I wanted was to be like them. Like her." He released his grip on Brooke and pushed her forward. She stumbled a bit, but didn't have a chance to gain her balance, before another shot pierced the silenced that had fallen over the hushed crowd. Followed by a third.
Jimmy fell first, but Brooke continued on her jagged trail, trying to find her footing, but she found herself becoming dizzy and fell to her knees. She looked out to the crowd, her vision blurred, but she saw two paramedics rushing toward her, but before they reached her everything went black.
A.N. Okay so I know it kinda wasn't my best, but if you bear with my I promise to make the following chapters but. And this one will get finished, it's only going to be a few chapters. And let me know what you guys want. Leyton. Brucas. Do you want Brooke to live or die? Ask and you shall receive.