AN: Okay, so, last night I was dreaming about what to write next and once again, this idea just popped into my head. I personally love this story! I mean, I have gone through it in my head, it just seems amazing. Hopefully you do as well.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill. But I do own the plot!

It was a cold, rainy day in Tree Hill. A man ignored the pain caused by the pelting raindrops. He snickered as he saw people squeal in terror at the rain. Slowly, he entered a local store. The bell rang making some cheery feeling. But the truth is happiness, lasts only a mere second. He scanned the room for the video cameras. Weird glances were exchanged between he and the cashier. To avoid suspicion, he grabbed a magazine. He walked up to the cashier.

"Hello, will that be all?" the clerk asked humbly as he peered at the magazine. Lucas looked around and pulled up his hood. He quickly reached in his pocket and pulled out a gun. Screams of terror filled the store.

"Nobody move!" he yelled. He glanced at the cashier. He pointed the gun at his head. "Now, I'm going to ask you this once, give me all the money!" The cashier was sweating like a pig. He slowly opened the register. "Let's go, damn it, or I'll blow your head off!" The cashier pulled out a wad full of money. Sirens wailed. "Gotta run," he said as he grabbed the money. He rushed out the door.

"This is the police, put your hands up!" a police man called through a speaker of his car. The robber laughed and ran off in random directions. He glanced back and saw the car was farther. He was winning this race! He noticed an open window of an apartment building and climbed up the stairs. Cautiously, he entered the home. He pulled out his gun and scrutinized the house. He turned the corner and saw a woman. She screamed and backed into a corner.

"Please, don't hurt me," she screamed as he stepped closer. He laughed.

"Grab your stuff," he demanded. She quivered. "Now," he boomed.

"You're Lucas Scott, the guy who robbed the store," she said. Lucas laughed.

"And you my friend need to hurry your ass up. If the police come, I am not here," Lucas said as he followed her into her room. She grabbed a suitcase and packed. "What's your name?" Lucas inquired as he stood over her. She squirmed nervously.

"Brooke. Brooke Davis," she said softly as she grabbed a shirt.

"You got a car?" Lucas asked. Brooke zipped up her bag.

"Yes," she answered as she stared him in the face.

"Here's the plane, I will be out front and you will come and get me," Lucas said as he climbed out the window. "Oh, and don't try to escape, I will find you." Brooke swallowed hard and rushed out the door. She hopped in her car and pulled up to the front. She jumped as a loud bang was heard on her doors.

"Excuse me," a police man said.

Brooke rolled down the window and said, "Scared me."

"I'm sorry, now, there is a robber on the lose. Have you seen him?" a police man asked. Brooke remained silent and wanted to do nothing more than scream. "Miss?" he asked as she didn't answer.

"No, I haven't seen him," Brooke answered. The police man eyed her.

"Miss, if you have seen him, wink," the police man said as he whispered.

"As I said before, I have not seen him. You caught me off guard, I was on my way to a friend's house," Brooke lied. She shifted uneasily.

"Here's my card," the police man said as he left. Brooke drove off to the front of the apartment. Lucas hopped in.

"What did you say?" Lucas asked as Brooke sped off.

"Nothing," she answered quietly.

"What did you say?" Lucas asked as he pulled out his gun. Brooke stared at it.

"I told him I was on my way to a friend's house," Brooke answered. Lucas laughed.

"Thank you," Lucas said.

"Put the gun away," Brooke said softly. Lucas put the gun in his pocket. "What do you want from me?"

"I needed a ride," Lucas said.

"So, you don't need me, just my car?" Brooke asked. She wanted to get away from this loon.

"No, you my dear, are my hostage," Lucas said with a laugh.

AN: I know this is short, but I just wanted to get a feel of what you guys thought. Personally, I think this could be my best work. But, that's up to you. Reviews are love!