Hostage
A/N: Wow I got some good reviews. I honestly didn't think you would like it but you did so on with the story.
Chapter 3: Don't Shoot, Please
(Rory's POV)
Please god don't let the gun go off. That's all I could think because the barrel was pushed right in between my eyes. I can't go, it's not my time. Oh god what about Tristan. Don't take him away from me.
"Please don't shoot, please don't pull the trigger" I pleaded with the boy. I was too afraid to look up but I knew who it was. Josh Marshall. He was tortured by everybody in this school. What was worse was Tristan was one of them.
"Get out here and walk to the cafeteria now" he screamed so close to my face that I could taste his anger and frustration. Just like he could taste my fear. I look up at Tristan whose eyes are blank. I step out of the closet still holding on to Tristan's hand, as if my life depended on it. Then again it sort of did. We slowly made our way to the cafeteria. As we walked down the halls I could see students with blood poring from their bodies. Out of the corner of my eye I see a girl, just barely alive. Staring at me with hazel eyes filled with terror. I felt like I was walking towards my execution. Just then I hear a scream, but from where. It's me because I see Max trying to fight one of the shooters when…..
"Boom"! The sound of the trigger being pulled, and the bullet tearing through his body. My mom. She would have died at the sight of him like this. How do I tell her? Oh wait, I have to be alive to tell her. What if I don't see her again?
"Rory sit down, Rory he said sit down" Tristan said calmly as if it were a dream to him. What's wrong with him? If I pinch him does he think he will wake up? At that I had a sad smile plus a chuckle graced my face and my lips.
"Rory why are you smiling" Tristan said with a complete look of confusion on his face. So it takes a school shooting for him to learn my name.
"We're not leaving here alive Tristan" I whispered with a sad smile plastered to my face.
"Rory we are going to leave here okay" Tristan said confidently even though I knew he wasn't sure himself.
"Yeah in a body bag" I say with tears falling freely on our connected hands.
"Rory you and I are walking out those doors alive, do you hear me" he said fiercely. Now I can tell that he is just as scared as I am.
"Okay" was my reply as I started sobbing looking at my hands. Tristan pulls me into his chest as I let out a frustrated cry. I look up and I saw something that literally knocked the wind out of me. One single clear tear made its way down Tristan's face and hit my cheek. I used all the power I had in me and reached up and pulled Tristan's head down to mine and I kissed him forcefully. He didn't react at first, but quickly responded by kissing my back while slipping his hand around my waist. My body shook like someone was electrocuting me because I could feel electricity surging through my body. Then a shot went off.
When I turned around I saw one of the students had a gun pointed at Paris. Please don't tell me she was arguing with one of the shooters, because now is not the time to do that.
"Go ahead do it; I dare you to shoot me." Paris coaxed the boy.
"Just shut up, shut up, I mean it" the student said while cocking the gun. Paris became silent. But something shiny, long, and silver was coming out of Paris's sleeve. How the hell did she get a knife? I can't let her do this, she'll be shot is she stabs him.
"Tristan look at Paris's sleeve" I whispered into his ear.
"Shit" was all he could say.
"What do we do about it, if we move we'll be shot "I said a little bit louder than I wanted to. I guess one of them heard us taking because now he was standing in front of me. Who was he? Think Rory who is he? Ah, Garret Douglas. He was also another kid who got picked on. Just great Tristan and his buddies had to pick on him. But I know this isn't Tristan's fault.
"Get up and move over there" Garret motioned to the table across from across from Paris. When I didn't respond he grabbed my arm so tight I thought it would snap. I could see Tristan tense up when he saw Garret pull towards another table.
"Ouch you're hurting me" I whispered loudly. I yanked out of his grasp and moved to the other table. The funny thing was when I was holding Tristan's hand, the boy I thought I hated I felt safe. Now that I was away from him I felt cold. As I sat down I looked at Paris. She was getting up. She looked at me terrified. She ignored the screaming students telling her to sit but instead she ran up behind Garret and stabbed him in the back, and dropped the knife. Blood was covering her hands. Many students screamed but I couldn't. My lungs wouldn't work so I cried. Now the shooters were getting worked up until one of them cocked the gun and shot Paris is the chest.
"Oh, my god" I screamed as I ran over to Paris who had blood pumping from her chest. She was shaking furiously in my arms until she stopped moving. I laid her down gently and looked at my hands. There was blood dripping from them and from my face. I see Tristan with his head in his hands and he's crying. This can't be happening. The blood, the dead students and teachers. My breathing quickens and my eyes become heavy as my world turns black.
(You guys like. Sorry I Paris fans but I had to have something really dramatic happen so she had to go.)
