Disclaimer: Victorious isn't mine, well it really anyone anymore is it?

Hudson's POV

I wake in my hospital bed, just like everyday. Except, this time it's different. The sky outside is dark and hazy. There's no sounds coming from the hallway, and all the lights are flickering. Okay, what's going on?

I almost try to stand up before I remember that my legs are both broken. I let out a sigh and rip away the blanket that is covering the two full-legged casts. Wait, there are no casts. Where are my casts? Does this mean I can walk again? Well I guess I'd better at least try. Slowly pulling my legs, one at a time I gently rest them on the floor. Subtly shifting my weight, I delicately apply pressure to my feet. Surprisingly it doesn't hurt, it feels as if I never even broke them in the first place. I hastily stand up, only to collapse to the floor not a second later. That was not a good idea. My knees shake as I pull myself to my feet again. I gingerly move one foot in front of the other until I get the feeling back in my legs, which doesn't take long.

The hallway is completely empty, no people anywhere in sight. I wander over to the main entrance to see if there is any sign of what's going on. Nothing out here either, no people, no cars driving by, no sign of any civilization at all. Where is everyone? I'm still in LA right? Then why is it so deserted?

After looking around and finding nothing, I look to see if anything is flying overhead. It doesn't help though. The sky is to dark to see anything past the top of the buildings. There is something on top of the hospital, or somebody. It's a person, standing on the ledge. I jump at the sight of another person, maybe they know what is going on. I just hope they aren't trying to jump, and if they are, I'm not just gonna stand by and watch them do it.

I start running back inside and straight to the elevator, but there's an out of order sign hanging on the door. Stairs it is then. I bolt up the first flight of stairs, then the second. One floor after another, I keep going in hope of knowing what happened and where everyone is. The stairs seem to go on forever, but I don't care. I just keep on running.

I finally get to the top of the stairs. I open the door quickly and stop in shock when I see the person, wearing a hoodie, so I can't really tell their gender, but they're holding a gun, standing over three body bags. And they aren't empty. I don't know what is going on, but I know I have to try and figure it out.

I slowly walk up to the person, but stop when they speak up. "Hello Hudson." The voice sounds covered by something, which doesn't help with the gender question. But how do they know who I am if they haven't turn around yet? "I bet you are wondering who they are, and more importantly, who I am." How do they know what I am thinking? "Go ahead, look under the blankets, but trust me, you won't like what you see."

I hesitate at first but I go over to the closest body. I grab the blanket that is covering it, and slowly pull it down. I stop as soon as I see the hair, the same color as the pool of liquid it is in. I drop to my knees, letting the tears fall down my face. How could I let this happen? I look over to the person who is now standing over the other two bodies, wearing a gas mask. They rip the blankets off of the other two, revealing my darkest of fears. Two other girls, each with their own pools of blood, and each with a bullet hole in their heads.

Filling me with rage, I quickly stand up and start running at the obvious assassin. They dodge out of the way and fire off the gun, sending a bullet straight into my right leg. I collapse immediately, but try standing again before they shoot me in the other leg, causing me to stay grounded. I turn around and stare straight at the gun being pointed at my head, then at the assailant. "Why are you doing this?"

They pull the gun off to the side, and kneel down before taking off the mask. The face that is revealed terrifies me even more. It's the girl who broke my heart six months ago. The beautiful blonde that I just rejected. Another tear runs down my face. "Bailey, why?"

She smirks and places her empty hand on my cheek. "Simple, If I can't have you, no one can." She leans down and presses her lips against mine. I don't move or even close my eyes, I won't give her the satisfaction, I can't.

She pulls away and slides her hand down to my leg, letting it hover just above the open wound. "Now why are you resisting, me and you are the only ones left. I thought that was obvious." She slides a finger into the wound, sending pain all through my body causing me to scream out in pain. She pull the finger out and smiles as she throws the gun to the side and climbs on top of me. "Now, you are going to fuck me, and you are going to like it." She smashes our lips together again.

My eyes shoot open to the sight of my hospital room. I've been having that dream since I rejected Bailey. That was two months ago. Every time I wake up from it, I try to fight back the tears, but it's no use. They always fall though. Not out of sorrow, or anger, but out of fear. Fear that they might actually get hurt. I can't bear to think about it, but I know that I can't keep all three of them from harm. And to make it all worse, I will eventually break two of their hearts.

I wouldn't have known they felt the same way, if Cat didn't climb all over me that day in Beck's RV. Tori was pretty obvious about it when she burst into my hospital room, and full force rammed our lips together. The hardest one to figure out was Jade, I couldn't solve her at all. Sure we almost kissed, but if she hadn't of told me her feelings, I probably would have never known. Her words still clear as day in my head. It was just last week after all.

Flashback

She hurried into the room as if she was on a mission or something."Hudson I need to talk to you. And I don't want a response until I'm done talking." I opened my mouth to respond, but she just pointed at me. "No! I need to say this!" I sat back and let her finish. "I haven't been acting like myself since you showed up. I haven't insulted anyone in weeks, I'm self conscious, I care what people think about me. I actually complimented some yesterday! That is not me! I never care what anyone thinks! I don't compliment people, I intimidate them. I scare people, and I love doing it." She kept telling me how she should act, and how she shouldn't act. Pacing back and forth the whole time. She finally started to slow down and take deeper breaths. "I never run away from my problems, I face them head on. I'm not Tori. She is everything I'm not. We're polar opposites. Why are you turning me into her?" Not knowing she asked a rhetorical question, I tried to answer, but got shot down immediately. "NO! I'm not done." I put my hands in defeat as she took a seat next to me. "I know you aren't doing it on purpose. I just guess I'm trying to impress you cause I might be falling for you."

All I could do was sit there in silence. I didn't really know how to respond.

End of Flashback

Even though it's been two months, I don't think any of the girls have found out about each other. And if they have, they haven't said anything. They rarely ever visited at the same time, and when they did, they would only talk about things like school, or plays. Of course Cat would constantly bring up the weird antics of her brother. Someone needs to get that boy some serious help.

A big part of me just wants it to go back to the way it was at the ice cream shop. When I wasn't worrying about hurting any of them, and I wasn't in a hospital bed. My casts are coming off tomorrow, but the doctor said I'm going to need to go through physical therapy for a few weeks. I won't have to stay in this bed any more. I'll be in a wheel chair til I have the strength back in my legs, but I'll be free. Hopefully that dream might stop too. I can't handle having that same nightmare over and over, every night. The thought of it makes a tear rolls my face.

I finally notice that my room is a little different than before. It's covered in stuffed animals. I look over to a frightened small red haired beauty, holding a purple giraffe. I give her a look of confusion. Why does look scared? She responds with a light whimper. That doesn't help answer my question, so I decide to ask her instead. "Cat what's wrong?" She struggles to talk, so she simply points to her face. I wipe the tear away and give her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, just a bad dream."

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do with this chapter til now.

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