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We pulled back, well we never really wanted to it was just Paul gave us such a fright(A/N:And the exact moment I wrote that my mom just came in a scared the life outta me. I can't really hear her over the music.) I opened my eyes and I was on my feet and pushed into a wall. Paul was pinning me there.

"You'll do that to him but won't even glance at me." Paul said only inches away from my face. I say nothing just look at the floor. "Answer me you bitch!" He yelled and I looked him straight in the eye.

"I know why you're doing this, Paul." I say cooly. "And no matter what happens, I would rather be dead then be with you." Then I realized what Freddy was doing. He slowly reached up and got hold of the gun on Pauls belt.

"Well that can be arranged." Paul reached for his gun but Freddy was behind him pointing the butt end of the gun straight at him.

"Your out of luck, dude." Freddy said. "There's no way this drummer is going down." Paul let me go and I had handprints on my arms. Oh great! I have this guys impression on me. This day has been hell. But then one of Paul's friends, who I don't have a clue who he is, walks in and points the gun at me.

"It's either you hand over my gun or Tinkerbell over here dies." Paul said and put his hand out of the gun. Freddy quickly shot the guy in the leg and he shoots at me but I ducked when Freddy shot his gun and the bullet smashes through the mirror that I had a hell of a time trying to break with my fist. Paul bent over and picked up the guys gun that he shot. "Well I wouldn't waste a bullet on Summer here. So why don't I waste one on you." I heart is racing in my throat and I quickly scramble to my feet. Paul pulls the trigger and my whole life with Freddy flashed in front of me. I felt a lump in my throat the size of a pool ball and a tear slowly trickeled down my face and Pauls smirk on his face wanted to make me attack him.

Then...Nothing. No bullets shot, no one was killed, no blood was anywhere. The gun had no bullets left. Paul threw the gun down and cursed in anger.

"Who's in shit now, Paul?" Freddy saidand laughed.

"I'll get you." Paul said. "If you kill me now you'll be in jail."

"I won't kill you." Freddy told him. "Self defence isn't murder, and I won't shoot you if you let us go."

"How about, if you give me the gun, I'll let Summer go?" Paul asked. "And if you don't...You'll both be dead." Then Ollie and Tyler came in with 2 guns pointed at Freddy.

"But you have to let her go first and then I'll give you the gun." The gun still grasped tightly in Freddy's hand loosened and Paul took it from him. "Summer, this is to keep you safe." Then Tres Moore and Ollie Tyler, from his band,grabbed my arms.

"Your free now, Summer. Go. And to make sure you leave Tres and Ollie are gonna bring you out." They started to drag me out of the room. I tried to fight back but I just couldn't.

"Let me go!" I yelled. "Freddy! Help me!"

"I'm not letting you get killed." Freddy said and tears ran down my face.

Tres and Ollie pushed me outside the door, shut it, and locked it. It was easy enough to break into because the warehouse was old. The band never showed, like they said they would to Freddy. There's no way in hell am I leaving him in there like that. What happened to Dewey, and Katie, Zack, and everyone? Maybe their around here somewhere. Maybe they got captured too. I walked around the side of the warehouse to see the van. Dewey's van. I ran to it.

"Dewey!" I yelled out. "Katie! Zack! Are you in there?" I hit the side of the van and then swung the back door open. The keys were gone. Then I seen Katie's cell and called Zack's. It rang and rang. "C'mon! C'mon! Pick up!"

"Hello?" I heard a familiar voice.

"Dewey! Oh my gosh! Where are you guys? What happened?" I asked sitting in the front seat of the van.

"What happened to you? You got taken, Freddy went after you, we went after Freddy, he never came out." Dewey said.

"Why didn't you go in after him?" I practicly yelled into the phone and I wiped the moisture of tears from my face.

"Summer, we got shot at. No one got killed, or harmed for that matter. The bullets popped all 4 of the tires in only 4 shots. Whoever is in there is good at shooting a gun. We had to run and if it would risk getting the whole band shot we had to."

"But what about me and Freddy? Don't we count as the band?"

"Thats not what I meant..."

"Sure it was, Dewey. Freddy just risked his life to get me out of there, and he's still inside in a room with Paul and Paul has a gun. There are other people inside that warehouse taht are on Pauls side and some of them have guns. Their going to kill him, Paul wouldn't kill me."

"We'll we have to get Freddy outta there." Dewey said and I could hear people running.

"Where are you?"

"About a kilometer away from the warehouse. We ran as far as we could and stayed there over night. We're on our way and should be there in a second. Stay in the van. Is their anyone outside?"

"No it's all clear." Then I see moving bodies in the bushes and trees. The whole band was there except Freddy who was being hold captive inside that small room. They all got in the van and seen me. The first thing Katie did was hug me and ask me if I was ok when she seen my hand she thought otherwise because the blood has seeped through and all the white lines that had a pattern on Freddy's black bandana were red, and I didn't notice it but I was bleeding from a part of my face. My cheek must've got cut when I attempted to smash the glass and a chip must've brushed my face.

"What are we going to do? Ho many people are in there?" Zack asked as we all sat around in the van.

"The whole band. That's 5 plus this other guy that Freddy shot in the leg. So that's 6 but one can't really walk. He's either unconcious, alive and in pain, or died from blood loss but I think he's unconcious." I said.

"Woah! Back up." Marta stopped me. "Freddy actually shot someone?"

"Yeah. But we'll out number them. Is the whole band here?" I ask.

"Just the actuall band and Frankie." Dewey said. "Thats...Ok me, you, Lawrence, Alicia, Marta, Tomikia, Zack, Katie, and Frankie. we out number them by 4."

"Still, those guys are strong. We only got 4 guys and we need someone to stay here so we can take off when we get Freddy." I tell them as I take out the gun from my back pocket.

"I'll do it." Lawrence says. "I'm not a big fan of violence."

"Good." I say. "Because there's gonna ba alot of it."

"How did you get a gun?" Katie asked wide-eyed.

"I got it from Ollie's backpocket when they dragged me out. I got another one from Tres." (A/N: Tres is pronounced Trey. It's short for Treslyn which I'm not really sure is a name.) "And I took his pocket knife too. Who here is willing enough to have the other gun? It's just a hand gun."

"Are you crazy?" Katie asked. "You have a gun! And, like you said, those guys are strong."

"And, like you did, in grade 8 you kicked someone's ass at school when there were no teachers around. No one found out about it and that guy should have an impression of your Van's on his ass." It was funny actually. This guy who was in our grade claimed that rock sucked and School of Rock was some sissy poser band when actually he was a rap poser trying to be all big and she totally kicked his ass when he asked if the bass player was a guy or a girl, and it's plain as day to tell that Katie is a girl.

"Yeah." She laughed. "That was fun. But I'm not handeling a gun. So give me the knife." So I passed it to her.

"I'll take the gun." Zack said. "I know how to use it. My uncle's a cop and one day you could take your kid into work with you but he dosen't have any kids so he took me and pulled a few strings and taught me how to shoot a gun but I had to swear I could only do it for emergency's and this seems like one."

"Ok...Now, we just have to think of a plan." I sat and looked out the window of the van. What was going on in there? And how are we going to get in?