Disclaimer: School of Rock and its characters do not belong to me.
Author's notes. Thanks to those who reviewed. This chapter contains a scene, that was blatantly inspired by a scene in Clue The Movie. I don't own it. It is paraphrased, but all credit for that scene, goes to its writers. If you haven't seen the movie, the scene involves shots left in a gun.
Ch6
Zack, Katie, and the police officer, now known as Detective McKean, all peered over the bushes that lined one side of the building, about fifty feet from it. Out of all the tutorials, only one had the shades closed. "It's a pretty safe bet that that's the tutorial they are in."
"What was the first hint? That none of the other tutorials have anyone in them and we can't get a look in their?" Katie glared, slipping to the ground. "Sorry. Its just, frustrating that that's the best you can give us right now."
Detective McKean nodded. "I understand. But the SWAT team has a bank robbery downtown to deal with. That has a lot more problems than one kid with a gun. And even though I'm technically in charge, the chief said, we don't have the equipment. So the best I can give is that we know where they are."
"Do we even know if we can get into the room?" Zack questioned, sitting next to Katie. "Because, it's one guy, with one gun, and as far as we know, only two shots left. Isn't the likelihood of him getting away with the amount of people you have to back you up slim to none?"
"True but we don't want to risk their lives. He could panic and shoot them." McKean shook his head.
"I don't want to risk it either. But I can't just sit here and wait. There has to be something we can do. We don't even know if they're alive in there." Zack responded.
McKean looked at the two of them. "I might be able to send someone in, and check the situation, see if they're alive. Other than that, we can't promise anything." Both nodded as McKean took his out his radio.
Katie looked at Zack. "Do you think they're OK?"
"Honestly?" Katie bit her lip, but nodded at Zack's question. "I think four gunshots doesn't give that much promise. But we have to hope for the best. That's what Freddy and Summer would be doing, right?"
"No. Spazzy would be tapping his drumsticks, brooding. Tink would be pacing, biting her nails, spouting off angry phrases in French and English, and writing notes on her clipboard." Katie laughed. "But they might be hoping for the best on the inside,"
"This isn't right." Zack shook his head. "Summer's had her problems. And Freddy, while he can be an idiot, he hasn't done anything to anybody. They don't deserve to be hostages."
"No one does." She paused. "Think they'll make it?"
"They will. Summer did not want to miss the gig tonight."
"I think that's the last thing on her mind right now. Freddy really wanted this one too. It was supposedly our big breakthrough gig. With all the execs coming. If we played it right, it would be time for our first album."
"I guess we'll just have to wait till the next gig. It doesn't look like tonight's going to be good for anyone."
"You're telling me." Katie blew on a strand of hair that fell in her face. "Someone should call Dewey."
McKean put his radio away. "Let's head back. You can contact this Dewey guy there."
§ § §
Summer was still not responding to Freddy's work at comforting her. She had stopped rocking, simply because he had grabbed her, pulling her into a hug. Garrett was pacing. Freddy was doing his best to remain calm at the same time. He was quite close to the body. That didn't sit well with him. "Summer, you have to listen to me. Everything's OK. We're going to be fine. Zack's right outside waiting for you. He just can't get in here. Sit this out for a bit longer, and you'll get to see him, OK? You'll get to see him, and the band, and we'll get to go play our kick ass gig to get our record deal. Remember? The civic center? Rec execs are going to be there to hear our songs. Your song."
"How much longer are you gonna take man?" Garrett exclaimed.
Freddy turned his head. "I don't know. I've never seen her like this. Maybe it would be easier if you hadn't scared the crap out of her with that gun."
"Just get back to work. She's got to snap out of it soon. We only have so much time left."
"So much time left before what?"
"Before the police break in and find your dead body because you didn't do what I said. Get back to helping her."
"I thought you were the only person who loves her. Shouldn't you be doing this?"
"She doesn't trust me."
"Funny. Aren't you supposed to trust the people that love you?"
"Shut up and work. Calm her down. That's the only reason you're still here."
Freddy sent his trademark glare before turning back to Summer. "Summer, you in there? Come on Tink, can you talk to me?"
Summer didn't respond, but continued with her incoherent muttering. Her head was still in her arms, on top of her knees.
"Summer, I need you to concentrate. You can get through this." Freddy turned. "This isn't working. We need to try someone else."
"And who do you suggest? The dead librarian?!"
"I'm suggesting let her out of here. You'd still have me. You could use me as a hostage and get whatever you wanted."
"No way. I can't last five minutes alone with you. I'd shoot myself. And I'm not going anywhere without her. She is the only reason I went to all this trouble."
"Are you sure being nuts didn't have something to do with it?"
"I'm not insane. Love makes you do crazy things. But you wouldn't know a thing about that."
Inspiration struck Freddy. Summer was still wearing her wire. "So? Let's say you do love her. Why are you hurting her like this?"
"I didn't mean to hurt her. I didn't know she was going to react that way."
"You thought she would welcome it with open arms?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"If you really love her, why don't you do what makes her happy? She's happy with Zack."
"She won't be forever! And I have needs too! I need her. I can't spend the rest of my life, watching the love of my life through binoculars and camera lenses, getting her heart broken over and over. She needs someone who can care for her. Selflessly."
"If you were so selfless, you would let her go. If she loved you, she'd come back. Haven't you heard that phrase before?"
"Of course. I'm just surprised you have. And you know what it means. Did she teach you that in one of the band study sessions? She always made a wonderful teacher."
"You haven't even been taught by her. But let me guess. You watched those too."
"How else would I know about them? The only problem was I could never here her sweet, melodic voice."
"I doubt it'll be so sweet and melodic when she's done with all this crying."
"What the hell are you going on about now Jones?"
"Don't you know? Crying strains the vocal chords. Enough strain could cause long term damage. Little tip the band back-up singers shared."
"Why would I care?"
"It sounds like you love that voice. You keep upsetting her like this, you never hear it again."
"You're lying Jones."
"Am I?"
"What about our past makes you think that I'd believe anything you say?"
"Nothing. But I do know you assume things. You assumed she would like what you did. Made quite the ass of yourself. Assuming is a nasty habit."
"You need to learn your place."
"I'm guessing you don't."
"I'm in charge. I have the gun. I'm in charge. Its very simple."
Freddy stopped the conversation and looked back at Summer, who had stopped muttering, but was still rocking back and forth. You couldn't see any part of her face due to her hair. "Summer? Tink? If you come out of this, getting out will be a lot easier. Hell I'd just feel a lot better. I can't do much when he has the gun and there's only one of me."
"I don't think that's going to help."
"Neither did holding her hostage in the first place." For a while, there was silence. "So, you shoot people often?"
"Shut up!" Something had grabbed Garrett's attention at the door. "The police are outside. Probably getting the setup of the situation to see if your alive."
"Well they can rest assured."
"For about two more minutes. Say your good-byes, Jones. They're going to be coming soon. I have a few things I need to do."
"You're going to do that with her like this? That's sick."
"I think you'd be more concerned with the fact that I'm going to kill you." Garrett pulled his gun and pointed at Freddy.
"You can't. There are no more bullets left in that gun." Summer surprised both boys by speaking. Freddy stood from his crouching position. Summer also stood after a short moment.
"Do you honestly think I'm that stupid?" Garrett remarked. He lowered the bun and faced directly towards Summer.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" She paused. "It's not a trick. You had one shot for the librarian, two for lights, two for door, and one for the warning."
"That's not six."
"One plus two plus two plus one."
"No way. There was only one shot that got the door. That's one plus two plus one plus one."
"Even if that was right, it would be one plus one plus two plus one, not one plus two plus one plus one."
"OK, fine. One plus one plus two—What the hell am I doing? There is one more bullet in this gun and guess who's skull it's going through!"
"No ones. There is no bullet, thus it can't go through anyone's skull."
"What makes you think I'm gonna buy that?"
"Because it's true. I would never lie to someone who loved me." Summer began. "I'll prove it. Shoot the gun at the ceiling."
Garrett seemed to be contemplating the math. Finally he complied, pointing the gun at the ceiling. It went off with a very loud bang. "You little—."
"Tsk tsk Garrett. You should have known better. Haven't you ever seen the movie Clue?"
Garrett looked at the gun in disbelief, then dropped it to the floor. "I guess we'll have to do this with a viewer. Hope you don't mind."
Freddy, in one fluid action, grabbed the dictionary that sat on one table, and brought it down upon Garrett's head. Garrett crumpled to the ground. "Does that answer your question?"
Summer quickly found herself in Freddy's embrace. "Thank god, you snapped out of that. I would never have been able to trick him."
"I've been out of it for a while, maybe the first five minutes you talked to me. I was hoping to buy time. Can we get out of here now? I have to tell Zack how much I love him."
"And I have to see Katie. And get away from the librarian. But how are we going to get out? That door is not opening."
Summer removed herself and quickly pulled the shade up, working on opening the window. "That is why windows were invented." She quickly climbed out, Freddy right behind her.
Both then ran until they reached the front of the school, not stopping until they found the station the police had set up, more specifically, Zack and Katie's arms.
That's all of that. Next chapter will be the last for this I think, and then I'm going to work on a story unrelated to this series, and then I'll probably do a third in this.
Random Quote of the Day: "Flies are where men are most vulnerable." –Mrs. White, Clue The Movie
A thanks to those who reviewed
KT
writerdude3000
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S.S.I
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Pannalid
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Xo Miss Riley Xo
Author's notes. Thanks to those who reviewed. This chapter contains a scene, that was blatantly inspired by a scene in Clue The Movie. I don't own it. It is paraphrased, but all credit for that scene, goes to its writers. If you haven't seen the movie, the scene involves shots left in a gun.
Ch6
Zack, Katie, and the police officer, now known as Detective McKean, all peered over the bushes that lined one side of the building, about fifty feet from it. Out of all the tutorials, only one had the shades closed. "It's a pretty safe bet that that's the tutorial they are in."
"What was the first hint? That none of the other tutorials have anyone in them and we can't get a look in their?" Katie glared, slipping to the ground. "Sorry. Its just, frustrating that that's the best you can give us right now."
Detective McKean nodded. "I understand. But the SWAT team has a bank robbery downtown to deal with. That has a lot more problems than one kid with a gun. And even though I'm technically in charge, the chief said, we don't have the equipment. So the best I can give is that we know where they are."
"Do we even know if we can get into the room?" Zack questioned, sitting next to Katie. "Because, it's one guy, with one gun, and as far as we know, only two shots left. Isn't the likelihood of him getting away with the amount of people you have to back you up slim to none?"
"True but we don't want to risk their lives. He could panic and shoot them." McKean shook his head.
"I don't want to risk it either. But I can't just sit here and wait. There has to be something we can do. We don't even know if they're alive in there." Zack responded.
McKean looked at the two of them. "I might be able to send someone in, and check the situation, see if they're alive. Other than that, we can't promise anything." Both nodded as McKean took his out his radio.
Katie looked at Zack. "Do you think they're OK?"
"Honestly?" Katie bit her lip, but nodded at Zack's question. "I think four gunshots doesn't give that much promise. But we have to hope for the best. That's what Freddy and Summer would be doing, right?"
"No. Spazzy would be tapping his drumsticks, brooding. Tink would be pacing, biting her nails, spouting off angry phrases in French and English, and writing notes on her clipboard." Katie laughed. "But they might be hoping for the best on the inside,"
"This isn't right." Zack shook his head. "Summer's had her problems. And Freddy, while he can be an idiot, he hasn't done anything to anybody. They don't deserve to be hostages."
"No one does." She paused. "Think they'll make it?"
"They will. Summer did not want to miss the gig tonight."
"I think that's the last thing on her mind right now. Freddy really wanted this one too. It was supposedly our big breakthrough gig. With all the execs coming. If we played it right, it would be time for our first album."
"I guess we'll just have to wait till the next gig. It doesn't look like tonight's going to be good for anyone."
"You're telling me." Katie blew on a strand of hair that fell in her face. "Someone should call Dewey."
McKean put his radio away. "Let's head back. You can contact this Dewey guy there."
§ § §
Summer was still not responding to Freddy's work at comforting her. She had stopped rocking, simply because he had grabbed her, pulling her into a hug. Garrett was pacing. Freddy was doing his best to remain calm at the same time. He was quite close to the body. That didn't sit well with him. "Summer, you have to listen to me. Everything's OK. We're going to be fine. Zack's right outside waiting for you. He just can't get in here. Sit this out for a bit longer, and you'll get to see him, OK? You'll get to see him, and the band, and we'll get to go play our kick ass gig to get our record deal. Remember? The civic center? Rec execs are going to be there to hear our songs. Your song."
"How much longer are you gonna take man?" Garrett exclaimed.
Freddy turned his head. "I don't know. I've never seen her like this. Maybe it would be easier if you hadn't scared the crap out of her with that gun."
"Just get back to work. She's got to snap out of it soon. We only have so much time left."
"So much time left before what?"
"Before the police break in and find your dead body because you didn't do what I said. Get back to helping her."
"I thought you were the only person who loves her. Shouldn't you be doing this?"
"She doesn't trust me."
"Funny. Aren't you supposed to trust the people that love you?"
"Shut up and work. Calm her down. That's the only reason you're still here."
Freddy sent his trademark glare before turning back to Summer. "Summer, you in there? Come on Tink, can you talk to me?"
Summer didn't respond, but continued with her incoherent muttering. Her head was still in her arms, on top of her knees.
"Summer, I need you to concentrate. You can get through this." Freddy turned. "This isn't working. We need to try someone else."
"And who do you suggest? The dead librarian?!"
"I'm suggesting let her out of here. You'd still have me. You could use me as a hostage and get whatever you wanted."
"No way. I can't last five minutes alone with you. I'd shoot myself. And I'm not going anywhere without her. She is the only reason I went to all this trouble."
"Are you sure being nuts didn't have something to do with it?"
"I'm not insane. Love makes you do crazy things. But you wouldn't know a thing about that."
Inspiration struck Freddy. Summer was still wearing her wire. "So? Let's say you do love her. Why are you hurting her like this?"
"I didn't mean to hurt her. I didn't know she was going to react that way."
"You thought she would welcome it with open arms?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"If you really love her, why don't you do what makes her happy? She's happy with Zack."
"She won't be forever! And I have needs too! I need her. I can't spend the rest of my life, watching the love of my life through binoculars and camera lenses, getting her heart broken over and over. She needs someone who can care for her. Selflessly."
"If you were so selfless, you would let her go. If she loved you, she'd come back. Haven't you heard that phrase before?"
"Of course. I'm just surprised you have. And you know what it means. Did she teach you that in one of the band study sessions? She always made a wonderful teacher."
"You haven't even been taught by her. But let me guess. You watched those too."
"How else would I know about them? The only problem was I could never here her sweet, melodic voice."
"I doubt it'll be so sweet and melodic when she's done with all this crying."
"What the hell are you going on about now Jones?"
"Don't you know? Crying strains the vocal chords. Enough strain could cause long term damage. Little tip the band back-up singers shared."
"Why would I care?"
"It sounds like you love that voice. You keep upsetting her like this, you never hear it again."
"You're lying Jones."
"Am I?"
"What about our past makes you think that I'd believe anything you say?"
"Nothing. But I do know you assume things. You assumed she would like what you did. Made quite the ass of yourself. Assuming is a nasty habit."
"You need to learn your place."
"I'm guessing you don't."
"I'm in charge. I have the gun. I'm in charge. Its very simple."
Freddy stopped the conversation and looked back at Summer, who had stopped muttering, but was still rocking back and forth. You couldn't see any part of her face due to her hair. "Summer? Tink? If you come out of this, getting out will be a lot easier. Hell I'd just feel a lot better. I can't do much when he has the gun and there's only one of me."
"I don't think that's going to help."
"Neither did holding her hostage in the first place." For a while, there was silence. "So, you shoot people often?"
"Shut up!" Something had grabbed Garrett's attention at the door. "The police are outside. Probably getting the setup of the situation to see if your alive."
"Well they can rest assured."
"For about two more minutes. Say your good-byes, Jones. They're going to be coming soon. I have a few things I need to do."
"You're going to do that with her like this? That's sick."
"I think you'd be more concerned with the fact that I'm going to kill you." Garrett pulled his gun and pointed at Freddy.
"You can't. There are no more bullets left in that gun." Summer surprised both boys by speaking. Freddy stood from his crouching position. Summer also stood after a short moment.
"Do you honestly think I'm that stupid?" Garrett remarked. He lowered the bun and faced directly towards Summer.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" She paused. "It's not a trick. You had one shot for the librarian, two for lights, two for door, and one for the warning."
"That's not six."
"One plus two plus two plus one."
"No way. There was only one shot that got the door. That's one plus two plus one plus one."
"Even if that was right, it would be one plus one plus two plus one, not one plus two plus one plus one."
"OK, fine. One plus one plus two—What the hell am I doing? There is one more bullet in this gun and guess who's skull it's going through!"
"No ones. There is no bullet, thus it can't go through anyone's skull."
"What makes you think I'm gonna buy that?"
"Because it's true. I would never lie to someone who loved me." Summer began. "I'll prove it. Shoot the gun at the ceiling."
Garrett seemed to be contemplating the math. Finally he complied, pointing the gun at the ceiling. It went off with a very loud bang. "You little—."
"Tsk tsk Garrett. You should have known better. Haven't you ever seen the movie Clue?"
Garrett looked at the gun in disbelief, then dropped it to the floor. "I guess we'll have to do this with a viewer. Hope you don't mind."
Freddy, in one fluid action, grabbed the dictionary that sat on one table, and brought it down upon Garrett's head. Garrett crumpled to the ground. "Does that answer your question?"
Summer quickly found herself in Freddy's embrace. "Thank god, you snapped out of that. I would never have been able to trick him."
"I've been out of it for a while, maybe the first five minutes you talked to me. I was hoping to buy time. Can we get out of here now? I have to tell Zack how much I love him."
"And I have to see Katie. And get away from the librarian. But how are we going to get out? That door is not opening."
Summer removed herself and quickly pulled the shade up, working on opening the window. "That is why windows were invented." She quickly climbed out, Freddy right behind her.
Both then ran until they reached the front of the school, not stopping until they found the station the police had set up, more specifically, Zack and Katie's arms.
That's all of that. Next chapter will be the last for this I think, and then I'm going to work on a story unrelated to this series, and then I'll probably do a third in this.
Random Quote of the Day: "Flies are where men are most vulnerable." –Mrs. White, Clue The Movie
A thanks to those who reviewed
KT
writerdude3000
firefairy6655
S.S.I
Swimmerkitti
Pannalid
slave2seto
wiseoldman
Xo Miss Riley Xo