Bonjour mes fidèles lecteurs. J'espère que vous êtes tous profiter des derniers jours de l'été et si votre été est déjà terminé, j'espère que vous avez fait le meilleur de lui. Je suis vraiment heureux aujourd'hui, parce que dans quelques jours je vais à Boston pour faire le Freedom Trail! EeeP, histoire ballot freak. Quoi qu'il en soit, profitez de ce chapitre.

(Ha, did anyone understand that? Don't worry, here's the translation. Hello my loyal readers. I hope you all are enjoy the last few days of summer and if your summer is already over, I hope you made the most of it. I'm really happy today, because in a couple days I'm going to Boston to do the Freedom Trail! Eeep, history nerd freak out. Anyway, enjoy this chapter.

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Dylan's POV

I look over at Massie, trying my hardest not to have a full on freak out. My tears have stopped and Massie is thinking of what to do. She looks right at me, not trying to even hide her fear. We're both scared, I mean, you know when you get scared during a horror movie, and you're afraid you're the next victim. But you know that you're safe, because it's only a movie. Well, this is ten times worse. Cause this wasn't a horror movie and we really are the next victims.

"Mass, what are we going to do?" I squeak out, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Run, Dyl, we have to run," Massie says, standing up, well, standing up as much as you can in a tight space behind a bookcase. She begins to push the bookcase out. I hop up and help her, both of us pushing with all our might so we can escape.

"Mass, it isn't moving," I say, pushing harder, hoping to move it just a little so we can slip out.

"It will move, it has to move." she says, pushing so hard. Finally, it budges and gives us a small window to escape through. We both slip through and I see the horror that was beyond the bookcase.

Bodies everywhere. Pale and lifeless, their clothes stained with blood. Blood stains the carpet, pools of it surrounding each student. It's so gross and sad, it gives me this feeling in the pit of my stomach. It makes me feel horrible, the feeling of guilt. This is my fault, all my fault. If I wasn't a coward, then these people wouldn't be lying in pools of their own blood. She even said it, if we weren't chickens, they wouldn't be dead. No Dyl, get those thoughts out of your head. It isn't your fault. A small voice keeps telling me that, but the ones that tell me it is overpowers it.

"It's all our fault," I say, standing in the middle of the room. Massie turns towards me from the front of the room. She sighs and walks back to me.

"Dylan, no it's not. It's not my fault, it's not your fault, it's that crazy psycho who is targeting us and derided to bring a gun to school," Massie says, grabbing my shoulder.

"But Mass," I start but she cuts me off.

"But nothing Dyl. We didn't do anything. We didn't cause these deaths, but we can help prevent some others. We have to get out of here so we don't end up like that. We need to find the girls and get out of here," Massie says and I nod. She grabs my hand and we head towards the door.

"How are we going to get through?" I ask as we arrive at the door. A couple of dead bodies are blocking the exit, since they were shot just as they reached freedom. I really don't want to walk on them, since it just seems wrong.

"We have to move them so we can get out," Massie says, looking at me. I think I just felt a little throw up.

"Move them? I really don't want to touch them," I tell her.

"Would you rather step on them?" she asks and I shake my head. "That's what I thought".

Massie bends down and grabs the girl's arms. I bend down and grab her legs. We lift her a little and move her over so she isn't blocking the exit. Massie lays her hands over her chest and moves her hair so she looks nice. WE head back to the exit and move the other girl. WE lay her next to her friend and Massie does the same. Then, I get an idea. I walk over to Mrs. Callaways' desk and grabs the flowers she had there. I put one in the hands of one of the girls and the another in the other girls.

Massie and I both look at them for a while, happy that they both don't look half bad. You know, except for the blood stains and stuff.

"Come on Dyl, we have to hurry. We want to be long gone before she gets back," Massie says and I nod. We go through the path we made and head down the hall. We walk slow at first, not wanting to raise any attention to the shooters. We turn the corner and start to hear footsteps. I look at Massie and she nods. We both break out into runs, racing down the hall, hoping that we would loose the footstep person. No suck luck. The person's footsteps pick up as well, so we know she's chasing us. We pick up the pace, so does she.

Soon we round a corner and I slip on some wet floors. Massie stops and helps me up. We start to run when we hear a voice behind us.

"Look who I found". We both turn and she her, the girl in the fedora. She has her gun pointed at us. I grab Massie's hand and give it a squeeze, which she returns.

"Time for a little trip. Say night girls," she says and both Massie and I close our eyes, waiting for the pain to come...

Cliffhanger! Ha, please don't hate me. I hope you all liked the chapter. What's going to happen to Mass and Dyl? Will they be taken? Or will someone save them? You'll just have to wait and see. Rachel, you better update... Review please!

QOTD- Favorite Actress- Mine is either Kelli Berglund. I love Lab Rats and Kelli is just so awesome.

Until Next Time...