A/N: Actually, the table doesn't do anything, just so you know. But it helps with Jamie's evil plans... (more like mine lol) Well I managed to go a little while without saying this, but... please don't hate me! Actually, uhh... save that for later chapters :D I don't know where this evilness and killing is come from (heh)... it's even scaring me. lol, I think I'm loosing my mind! Just remember I promised that I wouldn't kill of any Camp Rock ppl, and I'm keeping my promise... even if it doesnt seem like that now. Sorry about jumping ahead at the end of the chapter, I didn't know how else to lead up to it :( Sorry!! Forgive me? :) please? And yeah, I know the ending (heh... and this whole chapter) isn't exactly realistic but I really want this to happen for the story, so go along with it (lol), just play along for now. lol Anyway... enjoy, and review (is that getting old? lol)

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock, big surprise, huh?

Mitchie jumped at the sound of running feet, feeling herself start to shake. Jamie had pulled up a chair and was sitting just to the side of the doorway, watching her. When he heard the footsteps, however, he smirked at her. But the word she heard next didn't come from Jamie's mouth. Hardly daring to believe, she turned her head and stared at the doorway, feeling a mixture of relief yet panic.

"Mitchie!" Shane was staring at her, his eyes wide, a look of disbelief across his face. Before she could warn Shane, Jamie stood and stepped in front of Shane, blocking him from Mitchie's view.

"How nice of you to join us." He told Shane, and she gulped, trying to force herself to breathe.

"Leave him alone, Jamie."

"I don't think you're in a very good position to be giving orders, dear. Need I remind you?" Not unnoticed by Shane, Mitchie glanced up towards the ceiling. He followed her gaze, then stopped in horror. Hanging from the ceiling, pointed straight at Mitchie's heart, was a small, silver arrow, which gleamed. It was just big enough to kill her.

"You…" He choked, staring at Jamie in disgust.

"All it takes is a press of a button, Shane." Jamie grinned, pulling a small remote out of his pocket and showing it to Shane. "One misstep, and I'll press this so fast it'll make your head spin." Shane tried to calm his beating heart as he realized what Jamie meant.

"Mitchie is your daughter; don't you care about her at all?" Shane cried desperately, his eyes resting on the button which Jamie held calmly in his hand.

"She doesn't want to be my daughter, she's made that obvious, and hence, I can fairly assume that I must do what is necessary, whatever the costs."

"Maybe she doesn't want to because you're a lame excuse for a father." Shane hissed, his voice dangerously low and his eyes flashing.

"Do you dare to challenge me, Shane, when I hold the key to either life or death for your precious Mitchie?" Jamie raised his eyebrows. "But even if I didn't press the button – if I could think of one reason not to, I'm sure I've already done my damage." Shane narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"What are you talking about?"

"When I shot her. Surely you haven't forgotten. I made a mistake the last time; I should have killed you both – along with Adonis – and that would have been the end. Instead, I allowed you two to make it to the hospital alive, which is where I went wrong. But I will not make the same mistake twice." With that, he moved the button up in his hand. Throwing all caution aside, Shane lunged for it.

"No!" He cried, trying to pull the button out of Jamie's reach. But not before Jamie's finger hit the button.

"No!" Shane shouted, staring at the arrow in horror as it dropped from its position, straight for Mitchie.

Mitchie stared above her head – she knew this would be her end. All ready, she could see the slight smirk on Jamie's face. It wouldn't be much longer now. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for what was coming – and then she saw the arrow quiver, and she knew her time had come. She closed her eyes, waiting for the impact.

It never came.

Instead, the table that she was on shuddered and crashed on its side, taking Mitchie with it. Her head crashed against the floor – hard –, and she knew no more.

"No!" Shane yelled. He would not let Mitchie die after all this; it would not end this way. He darted past Jamie and slammed up against the table with all his might. The table seemed to groan, and then it turned over. The arrow landed on the floor, near Shane's foot.

"Mitchie!" Shane cried, rushing to the other side. Mitchie lay with her head against the floor, her body still strapped to the table, unconscious. "Mitch!" He yelled, kneeling beside her. "Please Mitch, please wake up!" He stared at her pale face, feeling his own face going white. Two hands grabbed hold of him by the shoulder and dragged him away from the over-turned table. "No!" He screamed, kicking blindly as tears streamed down his face. He was dragged down the corridor into another room, and saw that Nate and Jason were in the same position as he was. When they caught sight of his tear-stained face, their eyes widened in horror. All three boys were tossed out of the building, and the doors were locked firmly behind them. Shane didn't try to fight them as Nate pulled him towards the limo.

"Mitchie…" He moaned, closing his eyes and feeling light-headed.

"Shane, stay with me. Don't faint; we can't carry you. Come on, just walk." Nate coaxed, putting his hand on Shane's arm to keep him steady. They didn't get very far before Shane's knees gave out, and he landed on the ground. Nate and Jason pulled him up, supporting him between the two of them, and with their help he managed to get to the limo.

"She's gone…" He sobbed, not bothering if his friends saw him crying. Nothing mattered, except Mitchie, and…

"Shane…" Nate said softly, looking close to tears himself, "You don't know that." Shane just nodded mutely. "We'll send the police after them."

"It's no use now." Shane muttered, shaking his head. "What good will it do? She's gone!" Nate put his arm around Shane, and Shane cried until he had no more tears.

Five Months Later

Shane, Nate, and Jason stood before the sergeant, their heads bowed.

"We have been looking for six months for Mitchie Torres, with no success. The last time she was seen by anyone –" The sergeant glanced sympathetically at Shane before continuing, "With the condition she was in, it's impossible that she would have survived it all. To go along with this, we have found no evidence that supports that MitchieTorres is still alive. Hence, I have no choice but to declare this case closed."

"But, you never found her body!" Shane yelled, breaking in, a look of desperation on his face, pleading him not to speak the words he feared the most. The sergeant shook his head sadly.

"I'm afraid I have no choice but to declare Mitchie Torres offically dead."