Chapter Four
The crowd all started to panic as the shots slowly deterearated, starting to get less and less severe. People started leaving, some didn't move in fear of the gunfire returning. Carly picks her head up, trying to look at the stage around the chair legs on the ground.
" Sonny-" says Carly, faintly.
Sonny dosen't say anything. He gets up slowly, still shielding Carly.
" Is everyone ok?" says Jason.
" Where's Michael? I- I don't see him." says Carly, starting to scramble to her feet.
Bobbie takes ahold of Carly's shoulder's, making her stay on the ground.
" I don't think we should move yet." says Bobbie.
" I need to know if he's alright." says Carly, with tears in her eyes.
Sonny gets on his knees, looking up at the stage. It was too far to see. All he could see was dimmed lights, but no one on the stage.
Michael looks up, knowing exactly what had happend. True, they had never talked about this type of situation to him directly, but he had overheard things over the years. This was a situation that you were never prepared for.
He slowly got up, his arm still wrapped around Brooke Lynn, who he had instinctively dropped and covered when he first heard the shots. He looks around him, hearing the audience panicking, but couldn't see them because of the blinding light on the stage. He could just see shapes running.
Michael looks down at Brooke, who looks more scared that he'd ever seen her.
" It's ok, they stopped." says Michael.
" I'm not moving until the cops come." says Brooke, with a small but humorless laugh, as she runs her hand through her hair.
" Are you ok?" says Michael, scanning over her body.
" I think so. Just freaked out. Who the hell would shoot at us? They were aiming for us, weren't they?" says Brooke, almost in a whisper.
Michael dosen't say anything. He started feeling a small, almost faint, pain in his right shoulder. Brooke looks at him, and then notices blood on his collar.
" Michael- Mike you're bleeding." says Brooke.
" What?" says Michael, looking down at her.
" What- what happend?" says Brooke, touching his jacket.
" I don't know. I didn't even feel it." says Michael, looking at his shirt.
There was blood flowing out of his shoulder. He had been shot. How could he have not even felt it when it happend? It must have just grazed his shoulder. Were the gunmen aiming for him? Michael always knew this could happen, that it probably would. But he wasn't used to looking at a bullet wound.
" Omigod- Michael. You were shot. Does it hurt?" says Brooke, sitting up now.
" No, I didn't even feel it. I- this is surreal." says Michael, starting to look around the other parts of the stage.
" Wait-" says Brooke.
" What?" says Michael.
" Wh-where's Lulu? I didn't even see her." says Brooke, looking around the stage.
" Shit-" mumbles Michael, holding onto his shoulder, that was really starting to hurt now.
" Lu-" starts Brooke.
" No, don't say her name. If they know I'm alive, they could start again. I'm sure they've already left, but we can't be too careful." says Michael.
" What do you mean, if they know your alive?" says Brooke.
" Never mind. Just help me look for her." says Michael.
Michael starts scrambling around on his knees, stills holding his shoulder with his left hand. He saw other dancers just lying there, one looked dead, and was lying in a pool of blood. Michael quickly closed his eyes, crawling past them.
Michael takes his jacket off, suddenly feeling hot. He lays it down and continues looking. Suddenly, he see's a blond headed girl laying on her back, with her face towards him. It was her.
" Omigod-" says Michael, quickly shuffling over to her.
" Lulu- Lu. Hey..Lulu.." says Michael, in a loud whisper.
He holds her face in his hands, trying to wake her up. He looks at his sleeve seeing blood, realizing that it wasn't his blood. He looks up at the ceiling, praying that this didn't happen because of him. Because of who he was. He looked down, seeing the gunshot wound in her chest.
" Shit- omigod.." curses Michael, quickly grabbing his jacket from the stage floor and putting pressure on the wound.
Nikolas was lying on the ground, under his table, staring at the stage in the front of the room.
' Call an ambulance. He's been shot!'
What was that? Why was he thinking of that? His head was pounding, he felt like he was going to blow. Something was happening to him. He looks back up at the stage, when he was on his feet. He didn't know what it was, something was telling him to get there as fast as he could. He didn't know if it was instinct or what..he just knew he had to get to that stage.
He starts walking through the crowd, past the people, staring at the stage. Jason looks back at Sonny, and then to the crowd when he notices Nikolas walking towards the stage.
" Nikolas!" yells Jason.
Nikolas dosen't even hear him. He just continues towards the stage.
" Nik-" says Jason, getting up and going after him.
" Jason!" says Sonny, after him.
" What is he doing?!" says Carly, looking over the table.
" I have no idea, I just hope he finds Michael and dosen't get himself killed. They could still be here." says Sonny.