A/N: Sorry for the gigantic delay! I've had to stay after school until 10:00 for the past week for my school play. So I hope you all like this and I hope it was worth the wait!

Chapter 2

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~Bosco's POV~

I lay there on the cold, hard ground, shocked. I wasn't really in that much pain; that's what's weird. I was just completely in shock.

My little brother had just shot me.

"Bosco!" Faith called out, running to my aid. "Bosco, oh God." She said, kneeling down next to me. She lifted my upper body off the ground and laid my head leaning against her.

She tore at my blood-soaked shirt, and used the palm of her hand to press down hard on the area of my shoulder that was now profusely bleeding. "We need a bus!" She yelled out to anyone willing to listen.

When I finally regained my ability to take in my surroundings, I willed myself to talk. "Faith, I'm okay," I said, "It's okay Faith, don't – " As I tried to stand myself, I realized that all that did was increase the dizzying effect of my already increasing amount of blood loss.

"Bos, sit down," She told me, catching me as I almost fell right back onto the ground. "You're not okay. You're shot Bos – "

"I know!" I yelled out in a sudden rage. "I know I'm shot! My own brother shot me, Faith!"

I looked into my partner's eyes, and we shared a moment's glance of the emotional pain we were both going through. My brother was holding her daughter in danger.

The medics ran over to me and started their whole "let's play doctor" routine, hooking me up to monitors, pressing gauze onto my shoulder, the whole nine yards.

"No." I pushed them away. "No, I have to go in there. This is Mikey, he won't listen to any other cops." I explained, pulling at the wires attached to my chest. "I have to go in there." I said, lifting myself dizzily from the ground.

"Bosco, no! Let ESU handle this!" Faith called from behind me. I kept walking towards the school, knowing full well the possibilities of what could happen if I went in there. "Bosco, you're hurt!"

"I'll be okay, Faith!" I turned around, one last time, and looked at my partner and best friend. "I'll be okay."

With that, I turned and marched into Riverdale High School.

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"Mo?"

What the hell did I just do? This wasn't part of the plan. I wasn't supposed to hurt Mo.

I threw the girl I had been previously holding onto the hard concrete floor. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Tell me your name, damnit!" I screamed after she hadn't responded to my question. "Kay – Kayla." She answered shakily. "Don't cry! Stop crying!" I yelled. I was sick of hearing people crying all the time! Crying didn't help anything! It sure as hell never helped my mom.

Kayla nodded, and sat herself up. "Hey Kayla, say hey to Elvis for me, will ya?" I raised my gun to the girl's chest, and let my finger pull the trigger, sending poor little Kayla to the floor.

I decided that the smartest thing to do at the moment was get the hell out of that room. I was sure they had sent some cops in for me by then, plus the fact that I had just shot another person. I left all the other crying kids in the room to look at their dead friend, and I ran out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

I ran across the hallway and up the next set of stairs. I wasn't really sure what I was doing at that point. . . Then again, I wasn't sure of what I was doing period. I had never done anything remotely like this before, but I must say, the everlasting power kicks ass.

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~Bosco's POV~

I pushed myself into the doors of the high school, not knowing what to expect. I would have never thought in a million years that Mikey would ever do anything that horrible. I mean, yeah, he's not an angel, but he's no killer. . .

"Mikey!" I yelled, thinking that maybe he would be smart enough to turn himself in. "Mikey, come on man! What are you doing?!" I asked, hoping he heard me. After a period of no response and no movement whatsoever, I sharply turned a corner, drawing my gun just in case.

As I walked past one of the rooms, I heard a shuffling, so I stopped, slowly glancing into the door's small window. "This is the police, open up!" I said forcefully, yet not very loudly, keeping my gun handy.

There was no response of any kind in the room, so I tried again. "Open up!" I demanded, starting to get more nervous. I tried the door handle, but just as I had figured, it was locked.

I was getting impatient and scared, and my shoulder was really starting to throb with pain. I wasn't in the mood to play games. "I'll kick in this door!" I threatened one last time. No response.

I decided to take action, so I stood back, lifted my gun, and kicked the door in. "Put your hands up!" I yelled, looking carefully around the room, hoping that maybe I had caught him.

"Don't shoot!" I heard the voice of a scared young boy coming from my left, and I turned around, walking towards the noise to see eight, maybe ten students all sitting stiffly against the wall. They were all crying for the most part, and their hands were raised on account of my previous demand.

I quickly lowered my gun at the sight of them, not wanting to scare them any more than they already were. "Are you guys okay?" I asked, walking over to them, making sure they were alright.

They barely nodded and choked at their continuous sobs. "Guys, it's okay, just breathe, okay?" I tried to calm their nerves, needing desperately for them to be quiet. "Has he been in here?" I asked urgently, knowing that every second was crucial.

"No," The same boy started, wiping at his tears. "but I saw him run upstairs like. . . ten minutes ago." He answered, putting his arm around the young girl next to him. "He didn't come back down?" I asked, hoping to at least narrow down what floor he was on.

The boy shook his head for the implied "no" and continued to console the girl.

"This your girlfriend?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'm going to ask you to do something, okay? I'm going to need you to get your girlfriend, and the rest of them out of here." I needed a way to get the kids out of that room for their lives' sake.

"But – "

"Listen," I started, "The entrance to the school isn't very far away. The shooter isn't down here right now, and you guys need to get out of here before he comes back down. I'll be guarding you, but you need to make sure everyone stays together and is very quiet."

He looked at me with the most terrifying expression on his face. I knew he was scared; I knew he didn't want to do it, and I felt horrible for what these kids had to go through. . . But this was it; there was no other choice.

"You want your girlfriend safe, right?" I asked, "Do this for her." I said, patting his shoulder.

His terrified glance toughened up as he realized that he needed to protect his girlfriend, and he nodded solidly, knowing that he had to do this.

I just hoped that my choice of action would pay off.

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After I had cut across the hall and gone up to the third and last floor, I found yet another room full of students. I finally knew what my plan was. I knew that I had to do it quickly because of my stupid ass brother who was already after me. I mean, really, what's with that? I friggin' shot him, and he's still playing Mister Save-The-World. But hey, what's new? . . .

"You." I pointed my gun at a girl sitting in the far corner. "Get up." I demanded. To my surprise, she just got right up and walked over to me. It was like she wasn't scared of me. . . Maybe she had done this before; who knows. "We're gunna take a little trip to the top, okay?" I said, forcing her out of the door with my gun to the back of her head.

"Why are you doing this?" She whispered. I was thoroughly shocked to hear her even talking. She was being held at gunpoint, and yet she was TALKING to me? God, society these days!

"Shut up." I told her, shoving her shaken body up the stairs onto the roof.

. . . I finally had a plan. . .

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TBC