Okay...here is chapter number two...I'm not sure about it...or where I'm gonna take it...So feedback is always welcome...throw some ideas out there...

A/N: Italics is a flashback to how Lucas got the guys into his office...I figured that everyone would like to see their point of view of the shooting...

Chapter two

Lucas heard the sound of an apparent gunshot echo through-out the gym. His eyes glassed over slightly, his mind going back only four years earlier. Tears were apparent in his eyes, as he ushered his three friends back toward the locker rooms, and into his office. Mouth and Skills cowered down in a corner, the sight of Jimmy Edwards pointing a gun at them all to fresh in their minds. Nathan stood behind Lucas, he was worried. He knew that Haley was on her way to the school for the game, he had to know she was okay.

"Don't worry Nate, she'll be fine. Her and Lindsay both," Lucas said, trying to stay positive, at the same time wondering who would have brought a gun to the school, with the intent of using it.

Lucas's breath caught in his throat, he got a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Peyton," he whispered, before his phone started to ring.

Present Time

Lucas clutched the baseball bat in his hands tighter, as they rounded yet another corner. Nathan close behind, a baseball bat firmly in his hands as well.

"Dawgs...I think it only be fair if one of Ya's protected me and Mighty Mouth here," Skills interjected his thoughts.

"Well Skills, first off, sssshhhhh..." Nathan said, putting his finger to his lips. "Second of all, if you two would walk faster then me and Luke could protect you."

Lucas hadn't really heard the conversation between the guys. All he could hear was Haley's desperate plea for Lucas to hurry. He couldn't close his eyes, because all he could see was Peyton's lifeless body covered in blood. Haley hadn't gone into detail about where Peyton was shot, and just how bad it was. He knew it was wrong, to be more worried about Peyton than his fiancée Lindsay.

They rounded past the principal's office, and could visibly see the library. Lucas stopped in his tracks, not sure if he could handle seeing what he was afraid he was going to see. He sighed lightly, as he went to move forward, they all heard a very loud, pained cry.

That was all it took, Lucas all but dropped his bat, and took off running for the closed Library doors. He needed to know that Peyton was okay, even though he knew that she was more than likely not. He shoved the doors open, and saw as Brooke's head shot up from behind a bookshelf.

"Lucas," she cried, as she ran toward him.

"Is she..." Lucas trailed off, not sure that he could bring himself to say the words.

"She lost consciousness Luke. She's dying," Brooke said, her eyes full of tears.

"Take me to her," Lucas said, as he let Brooke grab a hold of his hand.

She walked him slowly back to the last row of bookshelves, that faced the middle of the room. He knew why she had picked the spot, and he be damned if he was going to let her die this time. He had saved her once, and he was sure as hell gonna do it again. He rounded around the corner, and saw Peyton laying flat on the floor, Haley bent over her, putting as much pressure on the wound as possible. The sight of all the blood around her was making him sick.

"Luke," Lindsay croaked weakly, as she too was losing a great deal of blood.

"Haley, is she..." Lucas trailed off, not even noticing that Lindsay had said anything to him. His eyes locked firmly on the lifeless body in front of him. The lifeless body of the woman that he was in love with. He had tried to hide it, he needed to hide it. Lindsay had been there for him, when Peyton wasn't, but there was no denying the love that he felt for Peyton, not anymore.

"She's alive, but barely. She needs to get to a hospital, and she needs to get there now," Haley repeated almost the same words she had over the phone.

Seeing Peyton now, he knew why she was saying those same words. He knew that if he didn't get her out of there soon, then he would lose Peyton forever.

"Alright, I have a plan, but the battery in my cell died. Can I use one of your's?" Lucas asked the girls.

Brooke wasted no time, she grabbed her cell and handed it to Lucas.

"Dammit," he said under his breath.

"What?" Brooke asked.

"No signal," Lucas said, staring at the small device, like that was going to give it the signal it needed.

"Dawg, there be a lot of cops out there man," Skills said, pointing out the small window.

"Alright, plan is changed. We're gonna have to walk out of this school. If we stick together, we'll have a better chance. Now I don't know that the gunman is still in this school, so we need to stick close together," Lucas said, helping Haley stand up.

"So...how are we getting Peyton and Lindsay out of here?" Haley asked.

"I'll carry Peyton...Nathan can you carry Lindsay?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah, sure man," Nathan said, making his way over toward Lindsay.

Lucas knelt down beside Peyton, he placed on arm behind her head, and the other underneath her knees. With Brooke's help, he stood upright. Brooke walked off to his right, her hand keeping pressure over Peyton's torso, trying to keep as much of her blood in her body as possible.

Nathan grabbed up Lindsay's barely conscious body, and followed after his brother. It was going to be a long walk for all of them.

Mouth and Skills walked ahead of everyone, the bats in their hands, ready to attack the first person they saw. With that, they swung the library doors open, and looked forward, toward the exit. It wasn't a long walk, but when your carrying someone, that walk is a lot longer than it looks.