Secrets That Kill: A Gilmore Girl Fanfiction
Disclaimer: sadly I do not own anything Gilmore Girl related, not even Tristan or Jess (tears)
Summary: what happens when deals are made w/ the wrong people? Will a life be lost? Rory, Tristan, Paris, Logan, and the rest of the crew will find themselves face to face w/ secrets that can kill… AU! Could be a Trory… who knows… hehe!
CHAPTER 6: No One Should Be Alone
"Do you think they're all okay?" Lane asked as she leaned into Finn. He held her close, his arms around her waist, his head resting on the top of hers. Her kissed her thick, black hair and sighed.
"Of course Love, my mates will protect Rory. No need to worry love." Lane closed her eyes and let a tear fall from the corner of her eye.
"I hope so, I really hope so…" She whispered and turned to face Finn in order to nuzzle her head into his shoulder.
"Don't cry love! Please do not cry!" He repeated and tightened his embrace around her and looked up at the school. The S.W.A.T. team was in front, surrounding the perimeter, waiting for the chance to proceed into the school and end this mess…
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Mitchum was waiting in the conference room for the other three to return. It was 3:05pm, and the cell phone he held was in a tight grasp as his mind wandered. Logan my boy…I'm the disappointment now…You never wanted to follow in my footsteps…that's my boy…smart boy…His thoughts were interrupted as the other three walked in.
"It's 3:05! Where the hell have you been?" Mitchum yelled. The man had no chance to defend themselves as the phone started to ring. Again, Mitchum placed the phone onto the dock and pressed 'speaker.'
"Hendrix, we have the agency all over the borders, but-"
"Oh Mitchum, you don't expect me to feel any sympathy if that's all you have for me? I need the transportation!" Hendrix shouted angrily into the phone.
"We don't have-" DuGrey spoke up but Hendrix quickly cut him off.
"In ten minutes, I'm taking the life of one of the boys. I'll call again at 3:40pm sharp! If you still can't meet my demands I will kill a girl!"
"Wait-" Gellar protested but the dial tone cut his words like a knife. He looked at the men sitting across from them. His eyes couldn't stop looking at Mitchum and DuGrey. "I'm sorry, we can only hope that-" but Mitchum silenced as he raised his hand. DuGrey left the room in a daze, his eyes wide in fear and he slammed the door behind him.
Mitchum took the phone off of the dock and looked at the two men left, "You two better get started. It's too late for one of our boys but not for the rest of them. Now GO!" He was holding his emotions long enough for them to leave. Once they were out of earshot he smashed his fist into the painting on the wall, breaking it completely in half. A stubborn tear escaped his blazing eyes and he swiped it with one quick motion of his hand. Revenge…was the only word in his mind…
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Hendrix hung up the phone and pulled out a walkie talkie, "J, Come in here now!" J was outside of the principal's office, where Hendrix had resided. Much to J's dismay, Link was guarding the students in the gym and he was stuck here at Hendrix's every beck and call. Reluctantly he entered the room and faced his boss, "You walkied?" he mocked and didn't receive a smile from Hendrix.
"Have Link bring me Tristan DuGrey and Lorelai Hayden." He was snickering as he loaded his gun. J hadn't moved yet and stared at Hendrix.
"You're not going to kill both of them are you?" Hendrix looked aggravated but answered nonetheless.
"On no, I'm killing just the DuGrey boy, and Hayden will pleasure me some." Through the holes of the mask, Hendrix could see the disgust in J's eyes, but he took it as J's youth and inexperience. "GO GET THEM!" He yelled, and J quickly obliged.
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"OUCH!" Rory whined, "Watch your legs Paris! You're kicking me!" They were all crawling in the small, dusty duct of Chilton High school. They had been crawling for about five to ten minutes and yet it had felt like hours.
"Sorry Rory!" Paris chirped and her voice echoed louder than Rory's had. All four of them stopped, hoping that they hadn't been heard. Satisfied that they were safe to continue they proceeded only to stop shortly after when they reached a dead end and another vent. Tristan smiled greatly when he saw the dark room through the vent.
"It's the janitor's closet! The one next to the cafeteria!" He revealed to the rest of the group.
"Thank God. I'm starving!" Rory whimpered, suddenly noticing her hunger at the reference to food.
"We're not going to make a pit-stop, sorry Mary!" Tristan mocked, giving Rory a wink.
"I know that. I was just saying…" She laughed a little but the sound of a door opening silenced all four of them. The dark closet below them was soon filled with light. A gunman walked in.
"What is it man?" A scruffy voice yelled from outside of the room.
"Just some damn closet. Janitor's closet, it's nothing important." The masked visitor complained. "Let's go raid their cafeteria. Then we'll head back to the gym." He scoffed and turned to leave. "Should we leave this place unguarded?" He asked as the door started to close. The four caught the other man's answer.
"Yea, there's no one coming this way. It won't matter if we leave." And with that the door had finally shut. Tristan looked back at his three friends and smiled.
"Let's go!" He informed them and silently pushed the vent open. He grabbed the cover before it fell and then jumped down into the closet himself. Paris followed and fell into Tristan's arms as he helped her down from the duct. Tristan then offered his hand to Rory, and she continued to follow but felt a jerk hold her back. Her skirt had gotten stuck on a loose screw in the vent and it was masterfully tangled into the material. "Come on Rory, jump!" Tristan insisted.
"I can't! I'm stuck!" and Logan bent forward to help her with the skirt. Rory was frantic, and soon became impatient. "Come on Logan! Hurry Up!"
"I'm trying but if I pull without any sense I could rip your whole skirt off! Do you want that?" He pried and Rory shook her head anxiously…
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J hesitated to open the gymnasium doors…Rory…he shook the image from his head and was about to open the door when it suddenly came flying open. "What the hell?" He bellowed. It was Link, his eyes were huge. J wasn't to sure he liked Link's look and asked, "Why aren't you guarding the P.E. office, Link?"
"They're gone!" Link couldn't deny his failure and it overjoyed J. Maybe Rory will get away…he thought hopefully. "Stop smiling J! I know you want me to fuck up but if they escape there's nothing stopping the snipes to take us out!" Link accused viciously. J put on a fake frown and grabbed his walkie talkie. He gave a ring to Hendrix and informed him of the news. J ordered the men as he walked into the gym.
"Check every closet! DO NOT shoot them! We need them ALIVE!" And with that the men set off to work, looking for the four students…
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"SHIT!" Hendrix kicked the chair across the room. He was pissed…This can't happen… he grabbed his walkie talkie…someone has to pay… "J! Send Link to me NOW!" he yelled into the receiver.
"Yes sir." J answered and Hendrix pulled a clean knife from his pocket…
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The men in the cafeteria whom had scared Rory and the others in the closet were about to leave, when their walkie talkies went off, "The students have escaped! Return them unharmed!" The two masked men looked at each other and slung their guns into place.
"Let's get to work!" The chubbier one grunted and they exited into the hallway.
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Logan pulled one last time and Rory's skirt was torn from the screw as she fell forward into the janitor's closet. "Tristan!" she screamed and fell into his arms, knocking him into the shelves behind him. "Oh my God, are you okay?" She asked worriedly and Tristan nodded in response.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" A familiar voice yelled from outside of the closet. The four of them looked at each other with fear. It was the gunmen from earlier and Logan cursed as he looked down at his friends.
"The closet, the one we checked earlier!" The other man alleged and Tristan made a move, not waiting for them to come in.
"Get back in the duct!" He ordered grabbing Paris and Rory. Paris snatched Logan's hand without hesitation and he heaved her up. Logan reached down for Rory after Paris had fully settled in. Their hearts were racing. The men were coming closer and Rory was just about to get into the duct. The door opened and all Rory could see were guns pointing at Tristan as Logan finally got her all the way up.
"Tristan!" Rory shrieked, struggling to hold back her tears. The man now fully saw what was going on and they were ready to shoot in the eyes of the students.
"Don't move!" They warned. Logan tried to pull Rory back into the duct to get away but Rory couldn't leave Tristan. He now looked at her in fear but it wasn't for his life, but for hers.
"Rory, get out of here!" He ordered and the gunmen stood, not knowing what to do if the three in the duct tried to run. Rory's heart broke the second he told her to leave him. She let the tears flow and put all her energy into pulling herself from Logan's grip. Logan couldn't hold on in the awkward position he sat in and Rory fell into the room. Tristan caught her…No Rory…you were supposed to get away…Tristan now knew that he and Rory were trapped. He glanced up at Logan and Paris, "GO!" He said forcefully and Logan reluctantly turned and crawled quickly from view with Paris.
"Get back here!" The gunmen yelled. He pulled out his walkie talkie and pressed the 'talk' button on the right. "Two are in the vents, heading east, away from the cafeteria! We have two with us!"
Get away…please Logan…Paris…get away…Rory was crying uncontrollably, holding on to Tristan with all her might. I'm not going to let you go, Tristan… never…
"Rory, why did you do that? You were free!" Tristan pressed angrily.
"Tristan…I…I couldn't leave you! You'd be all alone, no one should be alone! I couldn't leave you!" She cried.
"Rory, you should have never done that! I can defend myself!" He couldn't handle the emotions she was giving him so he tried to get angry with him and yet he failed. The gunmen were waiting for their orders and when the walkie talkie came on they all jumped from the tension being broken.
"Which two do you have?" The gunmen looked at Rory and Tristan and he asked rudely.
"Ummm…" They answered. Obviously irritating him even more. Not wanting to deal with annoying teens the chubbier gunman cocked his gun to make an effect. He succeeded and they muttered their names lightly.
"DuGrey and Hayden…" He relayed into the receiver.
"Bring them straight to Hendrix!"
"Got it, we'll be there soon." He put the walkie talkie into his pocket and scowled at Tristan and Rory. "Now you'll have to answer to Hendrix. Now get a fuckin' move on!" And they were pushed with the but of the gun out into the halls…
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"Paris! Don't move!" Logan ordered in a harsh whisper. Paris stopped abruptly and didn't move a muscle. She hadn't said a word since hey had left Tristan and Rory and had resorted to crying instead. Paris…crying? Logan thought to himself as he sympathized with her.
"Why did we stop?" Logan could barely hear Paris' question but still answered it with the point of his finger. Paris' eyes followed his finger and saw through the whole in the duct that gunmen were huddled in the middle of the hallway just below them.
"I just got word that they found two of the four somewhere near the cafeteria. They're being conveyed onto Hendrix to the principal's office. The other two are somewhere near the cafeteria in the air ducts somewhere. We'll head that way!" The tallest man ordered. Off they went; completely unaware that in fact they had just passed the two students above them.
"They're not very bright." Paris muttered and Logan nodded in agreement. "If only the S.W.A.T. team or something would just come in and save us!" She begged.
"Yea, but they don't know where we are so they cant risk it. It's basic protocol." Logan explained to Paris.
"But if we could call them then we could inform them of our position."
"What? How?"
"They tool our cell phones but this whole school has phones in every classroom. We just need to find out where Tristan and Rory are." Paris was ready to take action to save her friends.
"They're on the way to Hendrix, you know the principal's office. At least that's what those men said." Logan said pointedly.
"We need to hurry! Oh my God! Logan it's 3:16! That means…" Paris couldn't bring herself to say it and the knowledge of the death that awaited either Tristan or Rory shook her with fear. Logan's face darkened with Paris' words but he was pessimistic. They will be fine…we're going to get help…
"He's going to kill one of them! We have to go NOW Paris!" Logan grabbed Paris' hand and pulled her along as they crawled as fast as they could…
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QUICK NOTE! No need to worry! This is too major of a cliffhanger so I'm going to update tomorrow afternoon! I simply couldn't type it all up tonight but I have the next chapter done already so I just need to type it up! Hope you like it! REVIEW PLEASE!
