Disclaimer:I do not own One Tree Hill
Chris Keller, walking into the empty school in his bleached rocker jeans, t-shirt, and suit jacket, having no idea of the pistol emergency he was about to enter. As he had snuck in from the back he had missed the panic and ciaos up front. If he had gone through the front maybe he would have caught wind of what was really going on and possibly he would have not gone in. And as he walked through the deserted hallways humming a song he had been working on, in search for Nathan or Haley, anybody really, he heard a shout in his direction. At first he thought he had been caught, he was after all not a student and therefore a "hazard to the current attendants of the school" or something according to that lady when he had been caught the last time, she had not realized he was the Chris Keller. But he turned to see a boy standing in front of him, gun in his hand. And before he could do anything a shot rang out and he was pushed backwards. Falling onto his knees his head cranked as it hit the cheap floor.
Blinking his eyes were watery, a sticky moisture caking the side of his face or more to the point the whole side of his body. His vision blurred, he winced only to feel nothing. Absolutely nothing. His body ambivalent to the fact that pain was supposed to be coursing through his very veins, the fear that should have gripped his heart. His mind blocked it off, a habit of protection. Only this time instead of hiding behind his smart comments his throat was clogged by all the hidden emotions Chris Keller was not able to show. He had a rep to keep after all. But he heard something.
"But it hurt! It hurts! It always hurts!" A voice sobbed. Voices. There was two of them.
"I know...please...please...please..." The second voice spoke. It was older and deeper. Chris took in a shallow cold breath, his body jerking at the loud gun shot.
"NO!"
Chris's vision was black before he opened his eyes once more. Squinting he saw three shapes. One lying on the ground reminding him of a broken guitar, another leaning over him with the third standing a distance away.
"He's gone Danny." The Second voice had stated sadly. "He's gone." Defeated.
With one swift movement everything was sharp. Chris Keller never would forget the look of disbelief on the Second's face as the Third whom he couldn't see stood before them. Look of preparation and anticipation. The mixed expressions that would forever make Chris's blue eyes a little grayer. And with another crack and a thump Chris Keller's body did not jerk at the noise. It froze. Shutting down Chris Keller's mind didn't know how to comprehend those looks he witnessed.
Chris Keller did not ask for the sun, the sun making the small space of forehead between his eyebrows hurt, as he opened his eyes in slits.
Chris Keller's eyes must have closed in his system shut down because when he became aware again his body was in the air, large muscular arms holding him up by his shoulders and knees. They were keeping him from flying. He hated them. Chris Keller hated.
He absently realized he was ruining someone's tie. Someone's ugly orange tie. Chris Keller could live with that.
As he was set down on something that in his mind didn't seem so sturdy he vaguely heard the tear of the cloth of his shirt. A glove hand touching his chest and another on his forehead, flashing lights obscuring his vision. Sighing, he closed his eyes in irritation before the shadows consumed him.
That was Chris Keller's favorite shirt.
a/n: Sequel in the works.