A/N: Chapter 22, first from Logan's POV.

Logan.

I glared at King.

"You want to do what?"

"Bodyguard your girl, Bruno."

"Damn it, she has the FBI and police covering her tail." I pointed out.

"Someone's after her and her friends, you might be next."

I had to give him that point.

"Granted, but you don't know-"

"A maniac, that's pretty clear."

Pete Black entered the locker room.

"Fellas?"

I explained the situation.

"I say go for it."

"Ugh, you, too?"

"Dude, you have to take this seriously."

Maybe I was being stubborn, but, I couldn't help it. I didn't want anyone else injured because of me.

"At least talk with her about it, see if she agrees." King advised.

"Fine."

"How's everyone else?"

I told them about Claus and Vanessa, for a start.

"Huh, my sister's dating someone who's completely blind." King told us.

"And?"

"He's a great guy once you get to know him. They'll be fine."

I assured them I'd talk with her about it.

Later, I had to help Dawn watch Claus and Charlotte at Dawn's place.

We were inside, while Claus and Charlotte were outside on a porch swing, both relaxing. Perfect day for it, not too hot, not a cloud in the sky.

I was glad to see Dawn. I had to tell her something I hadn't told Mary Anne yet.

"I wanna learn how to shoot a gun."

She coughed as she choked on her green tea.

"What?"

"There's gotta be a way I can protect your future niece if Cokie-"

"You know how I feel about guns."

"Yeah, but if-"

I stopped, not knowing how to go on.

"She'll give you hell."

"I know."

Charlotte and Claus returned, and found the kitchen.

Soon, they had ice water and had split a bowl of grapes between them.

"You named Vanessa after a bird?" Charlotte asked.

He explained the film reference.

"Ugh."

"You're one to talk, Daisy."

That was Byron's nickname for her.

"Dang it."

Dawn and I had to smile at how well they were getting on. Byron had even mentioned inviting them to Sea City, which Mary Anne agreed with, seeing as it would be Claus's first time there.

Later, the 4 of us were watching TV. Dawn and I on the couch, Claus in a recliner, Charlotte in an armchair, when the trouble began.

There was the sound of breaking glass, and Charlotte screamed. A gaping hole had been blasted in the window, and fragments of glass had almost cut her head.

I couldn't beleive it, someone was shooting at us, and we were powerless.

Claus managed to get to the telephone, as the sniper fired again. I felt pain in my shoulder and hand.

Charlotte screamed, clutching her side.

Dawn's scream was cut off, as a bullet entered her throat, choking it off.

Whoever the shooter was, he'd ran when police sirens were heard.

Soon, we were in the hospital, save Claus, who hadn't been hit.

Charlotte and I had gotten lucky with mostly minor wounds, though Charlotte would limp for the rest of her life.

I saw Stacey catch her as she hobbled toward her on a crutch.

"Dawn?" Stacey asked.

The doctor took Mary Anne, Sharon and Richard aside to explain something. They soon returned, struggling to hold back tears.

"Mary Anne?" Claudia managed.

"S-She's alive." She began.

"So, what was that about?" Kristy wanted to know.

Sharon sobbed it out.

"T-They don't think she'll speak the same again."

It turned out her larynx had been hit by several bullet fragments.

The girls broke down, as I struggled to stay calm.

Whoever did this, I vowed they'd pay.