A/N: Here's Chapter 28. I want to finish this story as quick as possible but that doesn't mean I'll rush it. Anyway, here's you go. Enjoy. All that jazz. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

"I've got way more moves than you, Pretty Boy!"

--Dana (School Dance)

Chapter 28: Crashing and Burning

Logan said nothing because he wasn't sure if he heard correctly. Andy Davis was at PCA? What the hell was he doing there? Samantha looked dead serious, like if she broke a nail or something. Logan tried to open his mouth but nothing came out. He zoned out, and shut his eyes. Pictures of that fateful day plagued his head. The paramedics coming to take his mother away, and the yellow tape surrounded his house. Logan turned away from his sister, for a minute. One minute couldn't be used to process 8 year's worth of bad memories.

Samantha placed a hand on her brother's shoulder and she felt him tense up, "Logan, say something. Anything. Just say something. Please?"

Logan turned around with confusion, hate and anger in his eyes, "I don't know what to say, Sammie. Honestly. I don't."

"I know it's a lot to take in, but I'll help you out. I promise. Just be careful, please."

Logan smirked, "You worry a lot, you know. I know where the guy is, so I can finish him off. Seriously, though, don't worry. Remember that time I broke my arm in 3 different places?"

"Yeah, all because you thought you could fly by jumping out of a tree if flapped your arms hard enough," Samantha laughed.

"Well, it almost worked. Besides, I'm double jointed now," Logan mused.

"Ok, we got to get out of here now," Samantha said, lazily draping an arm around Logan.

The twelve were in the middle of a room, until Zoey spotted a mental door. Maybe this was the way out. The door was entirely made of steel, and was pretty hard to take down. Even with Chase, Logan, Michael, Dylan, Bryan and Noah all put their powers into the door. They figured that would cause the door to fall. Courtney sighed, and shook her laughing.

"Boys…"

"Well, you got a better idea, Court?" Chase asked, exhausted, He really didn't know if he want to fight anymore. He wanted to do two things: One, sleep…or two, have some alone time with Zoey. Both worked for him.

Courtney nodded, "As a matter of fact, yes."

Courtney walked up to the door, and revealing a clawed pinkie. She stuck the long nail in the lock, and picked at it until a small click was heard. Courtney pulled her pinkie out with ease, as the lock fell in her palm. She threw it on the ground, crushing it under her shoe.

"Oh, wow, that was a cheap lock. They'll have to do better than that," Courtney teased.

"I totally knew that lock was there the entirely time," Logan said. The six girls eyed him with raised eyebrows.

"Sure, you did," Zoey said with sarcasm. She playfully rolled her eyes. Zoey walked over to the door, and delivered a strong front high kick to it. Nothing happened and then it cracked down the middle, and collapsed. The guys all stood there with dropped jaws, while the girls high-fived and hugged each other.

"She totally got that from me. It's a family thing," Dylan said, smiling. Bryan rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, dude…whatever."

Dylan defended, "Well, it's true."

Noah placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head, "It's a lost cause."

Chase said, smiling, "Well, I get to french her like so."

Chase grabbed Zoey and dipped her as if they were dancing, and they kissed passionately, although Zoey was confused. Hey, she had no objections whatsoever. She kissed back, and Chase brought her back up, breaking the kiss.

"Whoa…" Zoey said, flushed and breathless. She waved a hand in front of her face. "Where did you learn to do that? That was…amazing."

"Well, you know…" Chase tried to explain, blushing furiously.

Courtney finished, "Turns out my little brother is a modern-day Romeo, and he can dance too."

"If he's Romeo, then what the hell am I?" Logan asked, pretending to be offended. He was surprised; Chase could do that, however. Then again, so could he.

Dana replied with a smirk and she placed a kiss on Logan's lips, "Fine. You get to be Casanova. Happy?"

"If I get to kiss you, then yes."

Dana rolled her eyes, and a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, "Shut up…"

The happy moment was cut short, by a high pitched beeping noise. The ground shook a little. Chase wrapped his arms around Zoey, as the ground shook. He lost her once, and he wasn't going to do that again. He would go crazy. Dana buried her head in the crook of Logan's neck and Logan held her. Nicole squealed a little, being in Michael's arms. Bryan, protectively wrapped his arms around Courtney. Dylan wrapped his arms around Samantha.

"Dylan, I'm scared," she said, loud enough for him to hear.

"Don't be," Dylan reassured, "I won't let anything to you. I promise, because I love you, Sammie."

Samantha heard this and wrapped her arms around Dylan, "I know. You've told me that for a year, and I believe you because I love you, too. I like having you next to me. Don't leave me, Dylan."

"I never will, but we need to run."

Everyone ran so fast that they didn't notice Dylan and Samantha tearing down the long winding hallway with everyone else hand-in hand with their boyfriend/girlfriend. Dana and Logan were first, followed by Chase and Zoey, then Nicole and Michael. God, Nicole hating running. She felt like she was going to throw up any minute.

"Michael! I'm going to throw up!" Nicole screamed, as she ran.

"We're almost there, Nicole. Just think happy thoughts. Please!" Michael re-assured. Nicole nodded in response. She thought of happy things and her brown hair flew behind her. As she ran, the nausea subsided…for now. Groaning inside, she'd have to blow dry her hair extra because of frizz.

The beeping got louder and louder. Chase and Zoey ran hand-in-hand, surprisingly fast. Behind Nicole and Michael, were Bryan and Courtney, Dylan and Samantha and Stacy and Noah. They ran until Dana and Logan stopped. It's not that they didn't want to keep running. Everyone wanted to get away, but they couldn't. Everyone stopped.

"Why did you guys stop?" Samantha asked. Dana and Logan were about to answer when they heard a growling noise. Everyone looked at Chase and Courtney.

"Whoa! That was not us," Chase defended, with his hands up in the air.

"I second that," Courtney agreed, nodding. She crossed her arms.

"Then what was it, then?" Nicole asked, frantically.

Courtney and Chase turned around to find at least two hell hounds, standing behind them. They were black from head to toe, growling dangerously. Chase understood what they were saying, and he gulped hard.

"Well, why are they growling like that? I mean, if they want me I don't blame them, but I'm not having another near-death experience." Logan said, impatiently.

"You are seriously not helping," Dana snapped, but for some reason, she let Logan hold her hand. She like the feeling it gave her. "We are about to be someone's lunch."

Chase translated, "Well, they say we can't leave, or we die. Negotiation will not work, and no, Logan…you can't bribe them with money. The only way to leave is to kill them, but you guys can't…Courtney and I can…"

"We can?" Courtney asked, obviously surprised. Chase gave her an 'are-you-kidding-me?' look. "Um, how?"

"Our new ability, Court. I haven't tried it out anyway. This seems like a valid reason, right?" explained Chase. Michael was confused and whispered to Logan.

"What new ability?"

"Oh, that. He can transform into different animals," Logan explained, whispering back. "I'll tell you the long version when we get back, if we get back."

Michael nodded in understanding.

Chase and Courtney stood protectively, in front of their friends. Nicole was confused, as to what "new ability" Chase was talking about. She leaned over to Zoey and whispered.

"What new ability?"

"Oh, when Chase and Zoey were kinda out of it…we got new powers. Chase can transform into different animals, and I can freeze things," Zoey explained, whispering back. "I'll explain everything later. They're just there but in different form."

Nicole nodded. Surprisingly, everyone was calm with it. They all watched as green smoke engulfed Chase and Courtney head and toe. When the smoke died down, there were two wolves, in place of Chase and Courtney. They looked the same except for minor differences in size. Courtney was slightly bigger, and had amber eyes that sparkled. Chase's remained a bright green.

Zoey hugged Chase's neck, and pulled away. Chase gently licked her cheek, while Logan scratched behind his ear. Believe it or not, Logan had a soft spot for animals.

"Don't get yourself killed, ok?" Logan said. Noticing, the annoyed growls coming from Chase, Logan threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Kidding…geeze relax."

Chase barked in response.

Turning around, the two hellhounds got closer, as Chase and Courtney growled defensively. Before anyone could blink, there were two pairs of wolves on top of each other. They were fighting furiously. Chase clawed and scratched. He only sustained a scratch to the top of his ear, but he healed quickly, so Chase felt nothing. Chase jumped on top of the other wolf's belly, and with a mighty clamp to the throat with his jaws, the enemy's movements started to decrease rapidly, until there was no movement at all. Courtney and the hellhound circled each other, and she fought with everything she had. Courtney growled as she landed on the hellhound's midsection. Her claws retracted and she clawed at the enemy, leaving four deep parallel marks going vertically. It howled as it bled, and soon there were no movements at all. The now-dead wolves disappeared into black puffs of smoke.

Courtney and Chase transformed back into human form, flopping lazily onto their backs. They were clearly exhausted.

"Good job, Chase," Courtney said, weakly.

Chase replied, just as tired, "Yeah, you too. I could really go for a cat nap now."

"That's not happening," an icy retorted. He knew who had that voice. Dana. Doom and Gloom herself, "because the automatic door that could get us out of here is closing and if we just stand, or in Chase and Courtney's case lay here, we'll be blown to kingdom come."

Chase and Courtney groaned as they stood and they were hugged by their boyfriend/girlfriend, Bryan and Zoey. Everyone look and Dana was right. Logan took charge. Either he was too scared to die again, or it was his vanity kicking in. No one was sure.

Red lights and blue lights shined as sirens accompanied them. Everyone ran towards the door in the following order: Dana and Logan, Chase and Zoey, Nicole and Michael. Nicole was feeling quite nauseous, but just wanted to get out of there, and ran faster. Soon, she was the one pulling Michael along. Michael felt like his legs were about to fall off.

Lord, what did I do to deserve this? WHAT?

Not to far were Bryan and Courtney. They linked hands, tightly, and ran as Courtney's hair flew behind her.

"I love you, Bryan."

"I love you, too Courtney." Bryan replied, as he pulled his girlfriend along and they ran. I won't let anything happen to you. I swear. I'll die first.

Behind them, were Noah and Stacy.

"Noah, I can't run anymore. I'm scared," Stacy said, fearfully. She sounded on the verge of tears. Stacy Barrett didn't cry easily, but she was too scared to acknowledge that. Noah stopped running long enough to comfort his girlfriend.

"Stacy, I promise. We can do this. Do you trust me?" Noah asked, offering his her hand.

"Yeah…" she answered, sliding her hand in his. "I trust you. A lot. I trust you with my life."

"Than let's go. I promise. Everything'll fine. I love you too much to lie to you."

Stacy smiled and wiped a tear away, "Ok. Let's go."

And they ran hand-in-hand.

Behind them, Dylan and Samantha ran, as everyone they loved went through their head.

"Sammie, I love you so much. I don't ever want to lose you. Chase and Zoey almost separated. Dana almost lost Logan, and Bryan drove himself insane thinking Courtney was dead."

They stopped to face each other. Dylan brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

Samantha squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"Listen, Dyl, I'm not going anywhere. Thanks for being the best friend slash boyfriend any girl can have. I told you everything, from my mother's murder to my ex-boyfriend raping me. You were there for me, and showed me all men weren't monsters, and I'll always be grateful to you for that," Samantha said, kissing Dylan on the cheek. "And besides you and Logan should bond. He may be your brother-in-law soon."

Dylan laughed, "Samantha Brooks-Reese. That sounds hot. I like it. Yeah, Logan and I…he challenged to surfing, and we've done the male bonding thing."

Samantha shrugged, "That's my brother for you."

Dylan and Samantha kissed. It was short but passionate, as Samantha's arms were snaked around Dylan's neck. Dylan grabbed her slender waist, pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. He asked for entrance, and she granted it by allowing Dylan to slide his tongue between her slightly parted lips, and Samantha did the same, and pulled Dylan close to her. They pulled away, when oxygen was needed and they smiled at each other.

"I love you, Dyl," Samantha said, hugging him.

"I love you too, Sammie."

They pulled away, and ran closer and closer to the door that had freedom between its silver hinges.

The automatic detection system went off, just as everyone was a foot away from the door.

Self destruction in THREE!

They were almost there. It couldn't end like this.

TWO!

Their hearts pounded in their ears, as they ran. Breath getting shorter and shorter, but they had to keep going. It was as if everything was in slow motion.

ONE!

A large boom was heard, just as Logan's foot reached outside. The deafening sound was accompanied by twelve screams of panic…

Oh my. So, there was an explosion…is everyone okay or are they dead? The suspense gets bigger. Stay tuned.

I just revealed something huge here. Samantha and Dylan have been going out secretly for a year. No one in the story knows that, but you the readers do. Oh, the dramatic irony (Thanks Mr. Palmer!).

On, a good note, I'm working on the sequel, and I'm almost done the first chapter, but I don't have any clue what I should call the sequel. So, that's where the readers come in.

If you give me a really good title for the sequel and I like it, the first chapter will be dedicated to you. So, please review and tell me what you think of this chapter, and a good title name. I can handle constructive criticism…but no flames. I hate those. They just make me all depressed, ok, not really…but I lose my motivation to write. Ok, enough about my life. I'm just rambling…

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