Only 2 reviews for my big bang part 3 chapter?
Disappointing. :(
But still, thank you for the reviews!
I finished this chapter yesterday, but my computer internet was down so I never had a chance to put it up. I do admit I was a little stumped on what to do for this chapter, but I pulled it together!
I'm sorry, but there's only about two or three scenes with Naley. Their relationship is looking up, though!
I still haven't figured out where Haley's going to live, though... :P
Anyways, no record breakers for this chapter. Sorry, guys! I still love you all.
However, if I do get 6 or more reviews, I will try my best to deliver a 6,000 word chapter with a lot of Naley. (Either way, you're still getting Naley next chapter, but maybe not as much.)
I'm not trying to bargain, it's just that I find with less reviews I get less inspiration. I took a while (or at least in my opinion) to write this chapter because I didn't have any other reviews to get my inspiration up between my little bumps.
Anyways, I've been wondering what happened to Shelley! If you're reading this, Shelley, I miss your reviews. Just so you know. :)
Oth4evernaley, I thought it was funny how you thought it could be pretty much anybody that screamed at the end of the chapter. Such an imagination!
This chapter has an air of mystery (or, again, in my opinion). There are peices missing that gets cleared up along this chapter.
Here's Chapter 11!
Chapter 11- It's Hard To Find Angels In Hell
(Lyric in title from the song City of Devils by Yellowcard. Recommended by oth4evernaley!)
Nathan pulled the car to the stop, getting out. "Where are they?" Haley asked, and Nathan shrugged. "I probably went faster than them." He mumbled. "And Dan's car…?" Haley said, looking into the driveway.
"Maybe he brought her somewhere else?" Nathan asked, talking about Peyton. Haley looked across the street. Two red cars sat there, Keith's, and Peyton's. "Wait, if Dan broke in her house, then why is Peyton's car here?" Nathan asked, and Haley rubbed her head.
"Do you think he took Peyton's car? And left your Mom with his car? And is that Keith's car?" Haley asked, and Nathan nodded, looking at Keith's car. He shrugged. "And Mom has her own car…" Nathan paused. "Where are they?!" Nathan said, looking up and down the dark street.
Haley shivered, the rain pouring down and the wind whipping her wet hair into her face. Haley wasn't cold just because of the rain, but because there was something wrong. There was a piece missing out of the puzzle and so many unanswered questions, lurking in silence.
Lucas's car pulled up, pulling to a stop. Mouth, Lucas, and Brooke all jumped out. "Keith's back? What-" Lucas said, looking at Keith's car, but stopped.
The houses around them, even though they were mostly spread out, their lights flickered and turned on momentarily.
Suddenly, the five heard an ear splitting scream coming from inside the Scott's beach house. It was so loud that they could hear it clearly over the rain and wind. There was a bolt of lightning, and the lights shut off again, leaving the screamer in darkness.
Brooke looked terrified at the house, Haley covered her ears, and the boys took a moment to realize someone was screaming. They realized it was Peyton's scream for help. "That's Peyton!" Brooke said, and everyone took off running inside the house.
Nathan led his way, listening to Peyton's continuous scream. "Help! Somebody!" Peyton screamed, and the group ran into the room. It was pure darkness, except for the moonlight and flashes of lightning. The lightning flashed, pouring momentary light into the room. It looked for a horror scene from a really twisted Saw scene.
Nathan felt around for candles, which were actually spread throughout the room but was blown out. Nathan lit a couple with matches he found on the table nearby. The light filled the room with an eery glow, and Peyton let out a sob.
They all ran over to her, except Lucas, who stumbled over to something in the corner.
Brooke was crying, untying her best friend. Mouth ran out of the room to call the police, while Nathan tried to calm Peyton down. Haley took off her scarf, trying it around Peyton's cut to stop (or at least slow down) the bleeding.
"Elevate this above your heart, Peyton." Haley said, but she was mumbling nonsense and kept crying. Mouth returned to the room. He was pacing. "What?"
"No signal, phone lines are dead." Mouth said, still pacing. "This is like that movie where-" Mouth said, but Brooke shot him a look. Peyton kept sobbing and talking gibberish, but no one was realizing she was trying to tell them something.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Brooke screamed, and everyone looked at her. "Peyton, what happened?" Brooke said, and Peyton lifted a lone finger, pointing in the direction of a body. She was terrified, her face pale. Nathan looked over, Haley's eyes grew in fear, Mouth let out a gasp, and Brooke drew a sharp breath as Peyton continued crying.
"No." Nathan mumbled, walking slowly over to the body. There was a pool of blood around the body. The girl started crying. "Keith?" Mouth asked in fear. Nathan looked up to Mouth and nodded, confirming everyone's worse fear. Peyton starting mumbling something, and everyone looked over.
No one seemed to notice Lucas wasn't in the room anymore.
"Peyton, what happened?" Nathan asked, looking at her. She shook her head. "Peyton, what happened to Keith?" Nathan repeated, in a firm voice. There was anger boiling inside of him that no one seemed to notice except Haley. Nathan's voice scared Peyton, and she started crying more. "I really don't know." Peyton said finally, shaking. Brooke pulled Peyton closer, shooting Nathan a look for upsetting Peyton more.
Peyton pulled away, and looked at Brooke strangely. "Who are you?" Peyton whispered, and Brooke stared at her. "What?" Brooke said, and Haley looked at Peyton, confused.
"Who are you all? And who's Peyton?" Peyton said, and Nathan frowned. Brooke's mouth opened slightly. "What month is it, hun?" Brooke whispered, and Peyton thought for a second.
"I don't remember." Peyton said, and Brooke looked up at Mouth, who had a look of disbelief on his face. "It's September." Brooke said, her eyes welling up with tears. Peyton looked bewildered.
"What are you talking about?" Peyton said. Brooke frowned, about to answer. "Where's Lucas?!" Mouth said, and Nathan looked around. He suddenly swore, and ran out of the room.
"Nathan!" Haley screamed, running after him. He was outside, looking around angrily. "Shit." He cursed. "Lucas took his car, probably to go find Dan." Nathan mumbled, the rain soaking his clothes again. "I have to go find him." Nathan said, walking to his car. Haley grabbed his arm.
"Let me go with you!" She said, and Nathan sighed, shaking his head. "Stay here with Peyton."
"Dan's dangerous, Nathan!" Haley said, still gripping tightly onto his arm. "Exactly, Haley. He's dangerous, and my brother is chasing after him, probably built up with rage. I'm not about to risk losing you too, okay?" Nathan said uncomfortably. Haley let go, and ran a hand through her hair.
She understood that Nathan had to go. She didn't want him to, but she was worried about Lucas too. Haley pulled Nathan into a hug suddenly. He was surprised at first, but then hugged her back. "Don't worry, Haley." Nathan whispered, and Haley laughed. "I'm not."
"Yes you are." Nathan said, pulling away. "Okay, maybe a little." Haley mumbled, and Nathan looked at Haley. "I'm not going to do anything stupid, okay? Get the police and ambulances here as soon as you can, and in the meantime, lock the doors and make sure the windows are closed." Nathan said, and Haley nodded. Nathan got into the car, and drove off; in the direction where he was pretty sure his brother went.
Haley shivered, and ran back inside. Brooke and Mouth were kneeling over Peyton, who was passed out. "What happened?!" Haley said, and Brooke looked up, her face stained with tears and mascara. "I-I don't know, I asked her where Dan was-"
"About twenty times." Mouth muttered, and Brooke frowned.
"And she was about to say something when she just passed out." Brooke said, her body shaking. "We need to get her to the hospital. She can't remember anything, not even my name." Brooke said, looking up at Haley desperately.
"Lucas took his car and so did Nathan; all we have is Keith and Peyton's car." Haley said, and Brooke nodded. She searched through Peyton's pockets, and then looked up. "Her keys aren't in here." Brooke said, playing with her hands and looking at her passed out friend in worry.
Mouth looked at Keith, the pool of blood surrounding his body. It was a horrific scene and the three teenagers couldn't do anything about it except wait.
Dan sped down the street, knowing that the teenagers would be on his tail any second. He was gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
"You messed up big time, Danny." A voice said behind him, causing Dan to swerve. He looked up to the rear view mirror, seeing… His older brother, except in kid form.
"What the hell? I-" Dan said, looking briefly at the road. He looked back up to the mirror, but Keith was gone. "You killed me? Yeah, the little overlooked detail that when you killed me, you'd have six very pissed off teenagers wanting your head mounted up on their wall." Keith said, popping up in the passenger seat. Dan's heart skipped a beat.
"Let them find me." Dan smirked. "They won't ever guess where I'm going." Dan said, pulling his black van into a tight alleyway that barely fit his car. "Where are you going, Danny? Karen's?" Keith laughed. His laughed turned to a frown then to realization.
"Danny, don't." Keith said, but Dan ignored him, and shut off his car. He peeled off the white shirt that had Keith's blood on it, and stuffed it under the seat.
He got out, and walked out of the alleyway. The older version of Keith appeared in front of Dan, walking backwards so he could face Dan.
"You're not real." Dan reasoned.
"You're talking to ghosts." Keith laughed. Dan growled, and Keith laughed a bit more. "Is that supposed to scare me? I'm dead, little brother. Thanks to you. You can't hurt me anymore." Keith said.
"You tried to kill me." Dan said, and Keith shook his head. "I know who tried to kill you, Danny. But I swore-"
"To the grave that you wouldn't tell?" Dan finished, laughing himself. Keith's face turned to a scowl. He was wearing a jacket zipped up to his neck, and he slowly unzipped it.
Dan stuttered, seeing a red line appear on Keith's neck. "Stop it." Dan mumbled. The line grew larger, blood pouring out of the cut. "You killed me. Go near Karen and you're dead yourself. Do not go near her, you hear me?" Keith growled, his lips now mere inches from Dan's ear. It seemed like there was a thousand voices surrounding him, taunting him, telling him that Dan killed him. "You killed me."
"Shut up!" Dan screamed, clamping his hands over his ears. The voices still whispered to him. He was bent over, the rain pouring onto the back of his shirt. "Dan?" Karen gasped, opening the Café. "What's wrong?" She asked, and Dan pulled himself together, standing up.
"Something happened." Dan said, and Karen frowned, thinking something happened with Lucas. Her stomach pulled into knots. "Oh, come in."
"Danny." Keith warned, but Dan simply smiled and walked into the Café with Karen.
Peyton stirred, opening her eyes weakly. She was in the same room as before, except darker. There was three people in the room, one man holding up a knife to another man's throat, and a blonde, curly headed girl was tied up to a chair, crying. If Peyton had seen her own reflection, she would know who the girl tied up to the chair was.
"I don't have time for mushy shit, Keith. You did what you did and it's over. Karma is a bitch." The taller man growled, and the last candle went out.
"What are you doing?" The girl stuttered. "Quiet!" The taller man demanded. "I can't see!" The girl said, struggling against the ropes. "Danny, you'll get in trouble for this. Just back down." Keith reasoned, calm.
"Don't, Mr. Scott!" The girl cried out, Keith still remained calm. "He won't do it, Peyton."
"Peyton?" Peyton whispered. That was what everyone kept calling her. She realized the girl tied up was her. She was remembering what happened. But how would this help tell her how she can't remember anything?
"Stop taunting me, Boozy." Dan said.
"Oh god, oh god." Peyton whispered. The man with the knife up to his throat looked briefly at the girl. "It's alright." He said soothingly, and Peyton could tell the girl almost believed him until the taller figure flinched angrily.
"SHUT UP!" A voice boomed out, and the girl froze. Keith fell to the ground, and Peyton let out a gasp, growing into a scream.
"What did you do?!" Peyton gasped, trying to breathe. "You killed him?!" Peyton said, and in the darkness, Dan nodded. Thunder boomed outside. "Yeah, I killed him. And you can't know I did it." Dan mumbled, walking outside.
Peyton struggled again against the ropes, trying to free herself. Dan returned with a plank of thick wood, and Peyton shook her head. "No!" She gasped, trying to move her chair away from the growing figure.
Dan rose the wood, hitting Peyton with it. She fell unconscious, and Peyton wondered why the memory wasn't ending. How was it possible that she was seeing more than she witnessed?
Dan threw the wood outside, and paced for a second. He knelt down, looking a bit regretful for what he did. He touched the blood briefly, but snapped his hand away. He bitterly chuckled, wiping the blood on his jeans. He grabbed Peyton's jacket. Her keys were in there, and even if she got loose, she wouldn't have a way home besides walking.
He had a plan forming inside of his head how to get away with murder. His brother's murder. Dan ran out of the house, and Peyton followed him. He jumped into his car, speeding off. Peyton didn't want to see this anymore, she didn't want to see her being left for dead.
An hour went by and the memory was still going on. It went faster than an hour, but somehow, she sensed it was an hour. A sports car pulled up, and Peyton was back inside the living room. The real version of her stirred, and awoken.
The lights flickered on, and both Peyton's saw the bloody body in the corner of the room. The real version screamed.
"Peyton." Brooke said, shaking Peyton. "Peyton?" Brooke said, and Peyton stirred awake. She opened her eyes, seeing a brunette hovering over her. "Are you alright?" Brooke asked, and Peyton nodded.
"He hit me with a piece of wood." Peyton mumbled, and Haley looked at Peyton. "What?" Brooke asked, and Peyton frowned. "I don't know how, but I saw Dan hit me with wood and knock me out. He ran off, and it was an hour until you pulled up." Peyton said, pointing to Haley.
"An hour? Dan got an hour head start?" Brooke said, and Mouth started pacing. "Stop doing that, it makes me nervous!" Brooke snapped, and Mouth stopped.
Nathan navigated through the roads, looking for Lucas. He had no clue where Dan was, and had no clue where Lucas thought Dan would go. So much for that 'family has telepathic connections' bullshit. Nathan sighed, turning a corner slickly. He saw Lucas's car pulling to a stop itself.
"Lucas!" Nathan called, sticking his head out the window. Lucas got out, and so did Nathan. Nathan was filled with anger himself, and he could only imagine what Lucas was feeling. Lucas pointed into the alleyway.
"He's around here." Lucas said, his voice not wavering. "This is near…" Nathan said, looking across the street.
"My mom's café." Lucas said, and Nathan nodded. He picked up a pipe and threw it to Lucas. "I'm going to search his car for something. A weapon." Nathan said, and Lucas nodded. "Be careful, I'll be in there soon." Nathan said.
Lucas started walking away, but Nathan called out to him. "Lucas!"
"Yeah?" Lucas said, looking over his shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid." Nathan said, and Lucas nodded. "I know."
Dan sat at the table with Karen, who poured him some coffee. "What's wrong, Dan?" Karen asked the dreadful question. She sat across from him.
"There was a horrible altercation, Karen." Dan said, and Karen's face was filled with worry. "Between who?"
"Lucas and Keith." Dan said, and Karen's mouth opened slightly. "What happened?"
Dan sipped his coffee briefly. "Well, I was at my beach house. I had to get away from this business party, it was too stressful. I left Deb in good hands. I went to my beach house, where I invited Lucas over. I felt I should no longer keep him from you, and I felt that he should move back in with you. He needs his mother, after all." Brownie points.
"Once Lucas got here, we talked about it over dinner. Steak and potatoes, normally. Need your starch and meats, you know? I guess Keith came back, followed him here. He was drunk, lost soul. He somehow got in; he started yelling at Lucas for leaving you. Keith swung at Lucas." Dan said, but Karen's face turned slightly to disbelief. Shit.
"He was really drunk, his breath smelt of something like vodka. It was unusual for that to Lucas, so he swung back. They went at it, and I tried to break it up, but they wouldn't stop. Keith had Lucas pinned up against the wall, threatening to kill him." Dan said, and Karen squinted at him. She wasn't buying it.
"I know I've given you every reason not to believe me, but Lucas is… Our son, Karen." Dan never used that term with Karen, and she believed him again. He even said 'our son' instead of 'my son'. Dan would have laughed in her face if he wasn't trying to win her trust.
"And Lucas reached for the slightest thing of defense, which was the steak knife. Keith was now choking Lucas, and I tried to pull him off of our son, but Keith was too determined. Lucas was panicking, and he accidentally cut Keith's neck." Dan's insides flipped with happiness. She was buying it. How do you even cut someone 'accidentally'? Please.
Karen gasped, everything inside of her breaking. Keith's dead. Dead?
"No." Karen gasped, and stood up. "No!" She screamed, and Dan stood up, pulling her into a hug and silencing her. She started crying, Dan smirking evilly.
"Get away from her!" Someone screamed from the doorway, and Karen pulled away. Her son was holding a large pipe. Dan put up his hands. "I know you're confused, Lucas." Dan said, and Lucas laughed.
"Confused? About?" Lucas said, but Karen wiped her tears away. "You need to tell the police that you killed Keith, honey. They will understand it was self-defense." Karen reasoned gently.
Lucas laughed bitterly, and then his smile dropped. "You're serious?" Lucas said, and then looked at Dan, who was unreasonably close to his mother. "Get away from her." Lucas growled.
Nathan suddenly came in the café, holding a knife. He was holding it like a girl would hold something gross, not holding it properly. It was covered in blood, and Karen looked at Dan. "That's not a steak knife." She said, edging away from him herself. "Dan, get away from her." Nathan's own voice said angrily.
"Or what?" Dan said, smiling. "What are you going to do, kill your father?"
"Try me." Nathan and Lucas said at the same time, and Dan touched his heart. Karen ran behind the counter.
"Touching. Was it not a year ago when you hated each others guts?"
"No, Dan. It was your hate that I had for Lucas. I had nothing against him. Ever. Maybe I slightly disliked him, but I never hated him. And you know what? You can never control me again. You can never tell me who I hate and who I love. You've told me to hate Lucas and you've tried to break me and Haley up, but I'm not letting you do that." Nathan said, and Dan rolled his eyes.
"You're dead meat." Keith laughed, sitting on the counter, swinging his legs, taunting Dan.
Karen bent over, pressing the panic button on the bottom of the café. The café had power, thanks to the backup generator she kept handy.
"You're just weak. You always have been, always will be." Dan said, and Nathan smirked.
"No, Dan, you're weak. You've tried to live through me because you were too weak to achieve your dreams. And guess what? I'm going to achieve all my dreams. You hear that? My dreams. I've loved basketball since I was a kid, and you even tried to force that out of me. But I'm not the weak one, Dan. You are." Nathan said, and the sounds of sirens blared in the background.
Dan looked terrified through the glass windows. "The police!" Young Keith said giddily, clapping his hands.
"Bye, Dan." Lucas said, and a police car pulled up, followed by two more police cars, an ambulance, and a fire truck.
The police came inside the café, and Karen pointed to Dan. "He killed his brother." Karen said, her voice cracking slightly, and the police looked at Dan. Nathan handed the bloody knife to a cop. "My fingerprints may be on there, but not where a hand would hold a knife properly. My father- I mean, this man, his fingerprints are on it. His car is in the alleyway nearby; under his seat is a bloody shirt. All the evidence you need." Nathan said, and the other cop nodded, cuffing a bewildered Dan.
"You're dead to me." Nathan said as the cop pulled Dan out of the café. "Me too." Lucas growled.
"Where's the body?" The cop said, and Nathan told him the address of the beach house. "My friend is there too, she lost her memory and her arm is cut. Can you check on her?"
The cop nodded. After everything was done with, Lucas turned to Karen. "I'm really sorry, Mom." He whispered, walking over to the counter. "For what?"
"For leaving you to go with that man." Lucas said, and Karen pulled him into a hug over the counter. "I'm just glad you're alright." Karen said, crying. She felt an emptiness inside her but she felt lucky she had Lucas.
"You should get to the beach house, boys." Karen said. "Someone should get my mom… You know, tell her Dan's arrested." Nathan said, and Karen left out a small laugh. "Yeah, I'll do that." Karen said, and Nathan gave her directions to the hotel he knew Dan had reservations to as Lucas walked to his car.
Nathan looked out the window as Karen started closing up. It was well past midnight, the rain had let down and was now a light drizzle. "What are you thinking about?" Karen said, shutting off the lights in the kitchen.
"I'm thinking how we're all free of Dan now." Nathan said, and Karen smiled. "Including your mom." She said. Nathan smiled, and nodded.
He left the café, waving to Karen as he walked to his car. Lucas was in his car, his arms wrapped around the steering wheel. Nathan knelt by Lucas's car, the window open. Lucas looked up; his eyes brimmed with tears that didn't drop.
"He's gone." Lucas said, and Nathan didn't know what to say. He wasn't very close to Keith, and he even felt sorrow himself. Nathan patted Lucas on the back, and Lucas laughed. "You're not very good at this, are you?" Lucas said, and Nathan shook his head.
"I just want to see Brooke." Lucas said, starting up his car. Nathan nodded, walking to the sports car. The sports car that belonged to his devil father. Nathan was disgusted, but brushed that aside.
He just wanted to see Haley.
They got to the beach house, police and ambulances were outside. Brooke, Haley, and Mouth were outside, watching two stretchers being pulled out of the house. One was Keith, in a body bag. Both Haley and Brooke were crying, and Mouth was in between the two as they cried onto his shoulder.
The other stretcher was Peyton, although she didn't remember anything, still had her sarcastic attitude.
"I'm fine!" Peyton said as the paramedics tried to keep her on the stretcher. "I can do jumping jacks right now. You want me to do jumping jacks to prove I'm fine?"
"Your feet have been tied to a chair, miss. They lost circulation, the blood is trying to flow back. If you tried to walk, to put it frankly, you'd fall flat on your ass." The paramedic said.
"Well don't you have a potty mouth." Peyton said, rolling her eyes. The paramedic lifted her into an ambulance. "I'm not sharing an ambulance with Keith, am I?" Peyton asked, and the paramedic sighed. "No, mam. That's what the other one is for." The paramedic said, and Peyton nodded.
"Can I have someone ride with me?" Peyton asked, not wanting to be alone. The paramedic nodded, walking over to the three huddled together. "Do any of you want to ride with delirious over there?" The paramedic said, looking over at Peyton. She was poking another paramedic repeatedly in the stomach. Mouth nodded, smirking slightly as the paramedic kept pushing Peyton's hand away.
"Are you going to be able to fix her?" Brooke said, wiping the tears away as Mouth walked to the ambulance to ride with Peyton.
"Fix her?" The paramedic said. Brooke nodded. "Get her memory back. You know, make her stop joking in serious times like these?"
The paramedic nodded. "We have to run some scans, but she'll most likely get her memory back. It's just a matter of time." The paramedic said, and Brooke nodded, wiping her tears away again.
She looked over to a car, which Nathan and Lucas were leaning against, numbly watching what was going on.
"Lucas!" Brooke cried, and Lucas looked at her. She ran to him, wrapping her arms around her neck.
"I'm so sorry, Lucas. I'm so sorry, alright? I want you back. After this happened, time seems too short, and-" Brooke said quickly, but Lucas cut her off with a kiss. She smiled and kissed him back.
Haley walked around uncomfortably, knowing that Nathan wasn't ready to forgive her yet. It was still too soon. Even she realized that she hurt Nathan a lot and he wasn't just going to jump back.
She heard someone behind her, and she looked over her shoulder. It was Nathan. She smiled at him. "How are you doing?" Haley asked, her hands wrapped around her stomach. Nathan shrugged. "Confused." He said, looking around. The ambulances were leaving, and the cops were questioning Lucas and Brooke.
"How are you?" Nathan asked, and Haley shrugged. "Bad." She said, tears forming in her eyes again. "I miss Keith already." Haley murmured, and Nathan nodded. "Me too."
"Thank god you're alright." Haley said, and Nathan looked at her. "If Dan did anything to you, I swear to god-" Haley said, but Nathan pulled her into a hug. It was her turn to be surprised, but she wrapped her arms around him, smiling.
They stood there for a couple of minutes, just hugging. Nathan pulled away. "You want to try doing that 'talking terms' thing?" Nathan said, and Haley smiled.
"Course."