A/N: This story will have violence in it, but it is necessary for the plot, so consider yourselves warned. Please feel free to review and let me know if I should continue to write this story. I would greatly appreciate it.

Also…I don't own, nor have I ever owned, Austin and Ally.

Chapter 1

Just a little while longer…a little while longer. Ally Dawson raised her head up from her desk and gazed at the rowdy group of fifth graders who were currently throwing paper wads at each other and yelling back and forth across the room. Just a little while longer. Ally was looking forward to a quiet summer filled with songwriting, gardening, reading and lounging at the beach. She just wanted to have time to enjoy the simple life where there were no rambunctious students that refused to cooperate when she asked them to sing a line of a song or made a habit of hitting each other with their violin bows. All she had to do was be patient for a few more minutes, and her summer vacation would begin.

Sighing, Ally walked over to the piano and banged out the loudest, most dissonant chord she could think of. The students stopped in their tracks, sitting down in their desks and shutting their mouths immediately. Ally's smile was saccharine sweet as she stared her students down. "Now that I have your attention," she began. "I know that this is the last day of school and you're excited about summer vacation, but we are indoors, and I would appreciate it if you would keep it down to a dull roar, okay?" The students nodded and turned back to each other, resuming their gabbing quietly. "And no throwing paper wads! The next person I see throwing one will be staying after class to pick them all up, understand?" The paper-wad throwing desisted.

Sitting back down at her desk, Ally looked at the clock. Excitement started to bloom in her heart. Only five minutes and freedom! The students must have noticed the time as well because they started grabbing their backpacks, their eyes staring at the clock as if they were willing it to finally read three o'clock.

Finally, the class bell rang. Summer vacation had officially begun. The students cheered as they jumped out of their desks and made their way out of the classroom. "Goodbye, everyone," Ally called after them. "Have a great summer! See you next year!" The students barely acknowledged her with half-waves and nods sent in her direction. Laughing to herself, Ally grabbed the trash can by her desk and started picking up the paper wads that had accrued on the floor during the last hour.

"What do you think you're doing, Ally?"

Ally turned toward the voice and grinned. "Hey, Trish. I'm just picking up paper wads. Some of the students found it to be a great way to pass the period away."

Trish frowned, shaking her head as she groaned dramatically. "Well, at least that's all you had to deal with. I literally had to break up a fight between two girls and send them to the principal's office." She plopped down on Ally's desk. "Can you believe that? The very least they could have done was wait until school was over. Then I wouldn't have had to deal with that crap."

Ally sent her best friend a sympathetic look and continued to pick up the remaining balls of paper. "I'm sorry, Trish. I don't know what gets into these kids at the end of the year. It's like they forget how to act like human beings." Ally set the trash can back by the desk and folded her arms. "Let me guess…they were fighting over a boy, huh?"

"What else?" Rolling her eyes, Trish jumped down from the desk and grabbed Ally by her arm. "Let's get out of here before the principal sees us and traps into teaching summer school."

"Right behind you, Trish," Ally grabbed her things and followed Trish, who was hauling ass, out the door. It took some maneuvering; they had to duck behind doors and run down various hallways, but they managed to dodge the principal and make it safely to the parking lot, giggling as they ran to their cars.

"Oh my God," Trish said, hands on knees as she breathed heavily. "That was so close, Ally. I thought we were goners for a second there."

"I know! We really dodged a bullet there," Ally joked, reaching in her purse for her keys. Suddenly, there was something that rushed pass her head and hit the side mirror of her driver's side door. Ally looked at the mirror; it was cracked by a small rock or something. Looking around, Ally felt another gust of wind pass by her head again as something hit her car door. Instantly, Ally realized was happening. "Trish! Get down!" Ally pushed Trish to the ground with her, covering her head with her arms.

"What the hell is going on?" Trish shouted, covering her own head as glass crashed to the ground around them.

"Someone is shooting at us, Trish! Stay down!"

Ally raised her head enough to see teachers running and screaming, trying to take cover behind anything close to them. After a few moments, the shooting seemed to have stopped, when all of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder. "Ow! Trish!" She tried to grab her shoulder when another bullet hit the ground by her head. Oh my God. I'm going to die.

"Ally!" Trish screamed, trying to reach for her.

"Don't! Don't move, Trish!" The pain in Ally's arm was excruciating, but she didn't dare move again. She simply laid there on the ground, waiting for it all to be over.

Austin Moon looked down at his watch, inhaling deeply. He exhaled slowly, forcing his body to calm down. He was starting to feel antsy, like something was off. Kyle was never late to an appointment…ever. Austin had been waiting for twenty minutes, and still no Kyle. He glanced around the artsy, nearly secluded coffee shop, its patrons reading or typing away on their laptops. Wistfully, Austin wondered what it would be like to actually have the time to simply sit in a coffee shop and just exist. But his time was not his own; his every move was determined for him, a fate to which he had resigned himself. Deciding not to dwell on something he couldn't have, he glanced back at his watch—2:55 pm. Something was definitely wrong. There was no way Kyle would have ever been this late to a meeting. Taking another cleansing breath, Austin got up from the table and walked out of the coffee shop. Putting on his sunglasses, he looked at the parked cars up and down the street. No sign of Kyle's car anywhere. With measured steps, Austin walked over to his black Camaro and got in. He revved the engine and sped out of his spot.

Kyle had told Austin that he had to take care of something at the old library by an elementary school—Hadley Elementary he believed was its name. Speeding into the back lot of the library, Austin looked back down at his watch—3:00 pm. Scanning the parking lot, he saw Kyle's car. What the hell? Now he knew something was wrong. He killed the engine, got out of the car and raced toward the building. Kicking in an old entrance door, Austin ran inside the dark, abandoned building, its only source of light shining through the dirt-covered windows. He pulled his 9mm from the waist of his jeans and swung open the door to the stairwell. Taking the steps two at a time, he listened for any movements. He had just reached the fourth floor stairs when he suddenly heard what sounded like gunshots coming from the top floor—two floors above him. No! Kyle! He raced to the top floor and threw the stairwell door open. With wide eyes, his gaze fell on a familiar figure holding a high-powered assault rifle, deep in concentration as he fired shot after shot out the window. Manning! You evil— The man started, surprised by the sound of the door swinging open. He did a double take at the sight of Austin.

"Moon! What the hell are you doing here? Your buddy Kyle must've contacted you right before I smoked him." Smirking, he nodded over his left shoulder.

Austin turned to his right and saw Kyle lying dead on the floor in a pool of blood. "Manning, you-" Austin turned back to Manning, ready to jump him. Austin hesitated, though, when he saw where the gun was aimed. It was aimed at the parking lot of the elementary school across the street. Austin raised his gun and aimed it at Manning's head. "You've got until right now to drop that rifle or I'm going to put a bullet in your skull."

"Try it, Moon. Your buddy tried to stop me, and he didn't fare too well." Manning quickly knocked the gun out of Austin's hand and pulled a piece from his leather coat with his left hand. He aimed it at Austin and fired. Austin dropped to the ground fast, reaching for his gun, but unable to get to it. Manning aimed the rifle back at the school and commenced with shooting at the parking lot. Desperately, Austin shot to his feet and grabbed the rifle, trying to wrestle it out of Manning's hands. The two men struggled, each trying to overpower the other. Trying to regain the advantage, Manning kneed Austin hard in the stomach, causing Austin to lose his hold on the rifle as he fell to his knees. He clutched his stomach, wheezing and trying to catch his breath. Think, Austin! Think! He had to do something fast or Manning was going to shoot up that entire parking lot. As if on cue, he saw something flash in the corner of his eye: Manning's hand gun. Austin grabbed it and fired at Manning, the bullet hitting him in the left arm. Manning cried out, grabbing his arm as he dropped the rifle. Austin quickly got to his feet, aimed the gun at Manning's head and fired, a sick sense of satisfaction passing through him as the bullet went straight through Manning's temple.

"That's for Kyle, you fucker." Austin watched as Manning slumped to the ground. Austin looked back at his friend's body, anger and sadness spreading through him. "I got him for you, Kyle." Turning his attention back to the window, he stepped over Manning's body and looked out the window. The parking lot was littered with people lying on the ground and crouched behind cars, shattered glass everywhere. Austin had no idea how many casualties there were in that lot. "Shit!" Austin, on the verge of panicking at the sight before him, pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911. The dispatcher picked up after the first ring.

"9-1-1. What is your emergency?"

Austin took a deep, calming breath. "There's been a shooting at Hadley Elementary School. Sniper fire. Send help! Now!"

"We're sending someone out right now. What is your name?"

Austin hung up the phone, shoving it back in his pocket. There was no way that he was going to give them his name. He sauntered over to Kyle, his blood soaking the carpet, and bowed down over his body. Shaking his head, he stared into his friend's face. Austin placed his fingers on the lids of Kyle's lifeless eyes and pulled them down. "Rest in peace, brother." Standing, he pulled his phone back out of his pocket, tapped the screen, and waited. After a moment, someone picked up the line. "Yeah…Cruz, this is Moon. I need a cleanup at Madison Library."

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