Christine: Thanks, here it is.
Chasity03: Dan and Keith seem to be twisted like that. Lucas and Nathan have in some form of way, caused them pain, and so they're angry. If they get away with it , I'm sure that'll realize their decisions weren't very good ones. Thanks so much!
Brucasfanatic101: Hehe, Dan and Keith have a lot of pent up anger.. I was originally going to make it Deb, because she's been pretty scary on the show, but decided the two brothers would be way creepier…
Jade: Thank you!
Switching Lanes
Chapter 12
"I cannot believe I didn't run when you told me to." Haley was grumbling this to me, as we sat next to each other, tied to a tree.
"There really isn't anything we can do anymore, Hales." I guess I was irritated. Not necessarily at her, just at the fact that Dan and Keith would be so sick as to bring us all down, including their own flesh and blood.
We'd been tied to trees for the past half hour. Peyton on one, Haley and I on another, and Jake and Lucas on the last. I have to say, I felt horrible for Peyton. She was all by herself with no one to talk to.
"So you're really going through with the whole, 'tying us all to trees, so we can watch each other die', thing?" Jake was a rock , and he wouldn't break. His eyes dug deep into Dan's.
"Pretty much, yeah."
"Great , can't wait."
"Well, then maybe you should go first." Keith chuckled at Jake.
"Fine by me."
"Jake, stop!" Peyton's eyes were tearing up, as she watched the man she had such strong feelings for proclaim his will to die.
"No, Peyt. Let them kill me." We all watched intently, as Lucas was pulled from the tree that he shared with Jake, and shoved and tied on to another one.
"Oh my god." I hadn't expected any of us to actually be killed in front of each other. I wanted to close my eyes so badly, but I just couldn't. It was like a freaky horror movie, except I was apart of it.
We were all silently sobbing now, with the exception of Jake, who was slightly smiling.
I just couldn't understand how Jake could be so nonchalant about what was about to happen.
He had a family. Little Jenny would grow up as an orphan, never truly understanding why her mother had never cared to show up, or why her father had allowed himself to be murdered. His parents would feel a large amount of guilt, along with their sadness. Their only son would be killed on their account.
I'd grown up with Jake. I'd known him since I was four years old, and he'd moved to Tree Hill with his parents. Jake was cute , and an all-around good guy. He constantly offered good advice to other children in need, and made friends quickly. His parents had regretfully said good-bye to him daily, when they dropped him off, giving him a larger hug every day, while mine had left it to the latest nanny.
Elementary school with Jake had been a great experience. He was outgoing, and fun to hang around. We'd make jokes, and race each other to the swings. I was the smallest girl in our class, and he'd constantly tease me about it jokingly.
Jake had been my best guy friend all through middle school. I'd liked him since the first day of sixth grade. But that had soon died out , when we became as close as we were. He'd liked Peyton, but my curly-haired best friend had liked Nathan way too much to notice. I'd linked arms with him when I walked, and we'd share dirty jokes. During our seventh grade trip to Camp, while we'd played Texas Holdem with the rest of our class, and our cool P.E teacher, we'd sung songs, and laughed with just each other.
That had died out on my fourteenth birthday, when I'd become rebellious. He hadn't liked that in me, and I hadn't liked his new girlfriend, Nikki. She was older, and so full of herself. We'd drifted apart , only speaking to each other when it was absolutely necessary. He'd become this big jock, and I'd become a slut. Who knew we'd be at this point today?
"Jake, please don't be proud. Don't let him do this." I begged him, as he stood there, a smirk on his face.
"Hey, Brooke. Remember what I told you that day when we got locked in that closet in 8th grade?" His eyes sparkled with joy as he remembered the moment.
I nodded. One day, Jake and I had gotten stuck in a storage closet while we were in the eighth grade. I had been completely terrified. Shaking, and all. After all, I was afraid of the dark, and not to mention small places. Jake had rubbed my back, trying to comfort me. 'Brooke,' He had said, 'You should know that it's going to take a little more then a bit of darkness to hurt you, especially when you know someone's watching your back.'
"I don't get what you mean, Jake!" I yelled to him, watching as Dan began advancing towards him, a shiny red and silver ax in his hand.
"No, but you will."
Lucas couldn't help it. In spite of himself, he began to laugh.
"What are you laughing at , Lucas Scott?" Jake looked towards him.
"You said that to me when I first met you.."
"Yep, and you ended up getting what I meant , didn't you?"
"He's right , Brooke. I did."
I was so confused. And apparently so was Dan. He shook it off, though. He looked at Jake, the innocent life he was about to take.
I could almost swear I caught a look of regret as he lifted the ax. Jake was a strong boy. He didn't even flinch as he saw it rise.
"Any last words, Jake?" His grin appeared just as soon as it had disappeared just seconds ago.
"Yes." Jake nodded towards me, a smirk on his face.
"Well, get on with it. I don't have all day."
Jake leaned in closer to him , his smile getting bigger. "You missed someone."
Dan leaned back , looking somewhat confused. Our expressions probably mirrored his. What was Jake talking about?
But Dan didn't see the shovel that hit him across the head, even as he hit the ground.