Well here's the next chapter I'm just going with the flow and writing this as I think it up, like I usualy planout fanfics, but I'm just making this up as I go, so this could be the last chapter or there could beten more, I'll just have to see,

Troy had spent houres sneaking through town, he had'nt slept in a day and a half, but everytime he closed his eyes he saw Chad laying there in a pool of his own blood and heard Gabriella calling out to him for help.

He was only about two miles from the old campus when someone spotted him.

"Hey is'nt that that killer from the news?" Some whispered.

"Yeah, quick call the cops." Someone said.

Troy darted off running.

"HEY STOP MURDERER!" Someone shouted, chasing after him.

Troy had enough of the murder comments, he spun around and tackled him to the ground.

The guy layed there holding his ribs.

"I'M NOT A KILLER!" He shouted at the masses staring in shock.

He took off running again.

He heard sirens behind him and he juped over a fence and darted through someones backyard, he continued to run trough people's yards as the sirens remained close.

After about twenty minutes he had lost the police.

He stopped to catch his breath when he realized he was almost to the school.

He approached the gates of the school, suddenly images and sounds through his mind.

There was an image of him and Chad when they were little.

"Come on Troy, I told you I was the fasterest." He said.

"Dummy, it's fast-est." Troy said.

Chad tripped and went rolling.

Troy stopped and died laughing.

"You tripped me!" Chad said.

"No, your just clumsy." Troy said.

Chad shoved Troy back and he fell into a pool.

Chad started laughing and Troy grabbed Chads foot and he fell in the pool.

They both started, laughing.

Troy grabbed his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

"I'm sorry." He said, tears streaming down his face.

Suddenly he looked up, he kicked the gate open and stomped in.

INSIDE THE SCHOOL

"Umm, boss, Bolton's here." Said a henchman.

"Well well well, your little boyfriend showed after all, how cute, to bad we have to blow his freakin brains out." Said a man, sitting in a chair, Gabriella was tied to a poll a rag stuffed in her mouth her legs and hands both handcuffed behind the poll.

She wimpered as he stroked her cheek.

Troy threw the front doors of the school open and stormed in.

He was expecting to be rushed by gunmen, but no one was there.

Troy drew his gun and looked around.

He slowly approached a door and opened it, nothing.

He continued to walk through the darl school, when he saw a light, he walked towards it and was immediatly shot at, he kicked a door open and jumped in a room.

The gunfire stopped, and Troy peeped through the crack open door, he saw two men approaching.

He slid behind a desk in the room.

"You go in." One of the men said.

One of the men walked in the room, gun raised up ready to shoot.

"Hey I don't think...AHHHHHHH!" He screamed as Troy juped up and emptied the clip in his chest.

He fell back his shotgun falling next to him.

The other guy ran away.

Troy slowly walked up to the guy, he was bearly alive, Troy looked at him, he thought for a minute, he was considering if it was right to leave this guy here suffering like this, suddenly he remembered the way they left Chad.

He took the last bullet in his gun and shot the guy in the knee.

He picked up his shotgun and walked away.

He knew the other guy was close so he had to be careful.

He had the gun raised at all times.

Suddenly a sream of bullets shot at him, he jumped out of the way.

He saw the guy shooting, he shot at his legs.

After about for tries, he caught him right in the shin.

"How did I go from singing and basketball to this?" He asked himself.

He stood up and yet again was shot at.

He rolled behind another desk, and it was nearly blown away, he rolled to another desk, this time there was three men shooting at him.

He slid the barrel over the desk, took aim, and fired.

He hit one guy right in the stomach.

"DAMN, this kids a good shot." One of the guys said.

"Good thing dad took me and Chad hunting every Summer." He thought.

He raised the gun again, but the opposing gunmen had a table flipped over and were behind it.

Troy shot at the table, right when he did, one of the gunmen jumped up and shot at him.

Troy fell backwards, his gun falling out of his hands.

"GOT HIM!" The gunman said.

They were walking up to Troy slowly.

He was laying face down on floor, he was'nt breathing.

"Ha." One of the gunmen laughed.

They turned and walked away.

They were halfway down the hallway when a ballpoint pen stabbed through one of their necks.

The other turned around only to have a fist smash into his face, he fell down and spat up a few teeth, some blood and a chunk of his lip.

Troy kicked him in the face again.

He picked him up and shoved him against the door, he punched and puched the guy in the face, over and over untill he was unrecognizable.

Troy dropped him and walked away...that is before picking up their guns.

He now had a shotgun and pistol.

He shivered as he approached two door's that had the word, "Hell" spraypainted on it.

He walked up to the doors and opened them slowly.

There was a desk, on a platform, behind it was a giant glass box, Gabriella was tied to a poll in the middle, of it, behind it was a cement dumptruck.

"Well hello Troy." Said a voice.

Troy pointed the gun straight at the back of the chair which was facing him.

"Well if your gonna shoot, then your little girlfriends, gonna be taking a long nap." He said.

Troy looked down and dropped the gun.

"Have a seat Troy." He said.

Troy walked up to the chair, never taking his sad eyes of Gabriella.

"So Troy, you have my money?" He asked.

"HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO COME UP WITH TWENTY MILLION DOLLARS, YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CLEAR A WEEK, BEARLY FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS!" Troy shouted.

"That's not my problem." He said.

Troy looked at Gabriella.

He slowly reached in his pocket and pulled out a handgun he had hidden.

"I would'nt try that." He told Troy, laughing.

Troy made a confused face and wondered how he knew, but he threw the gun down and said,"Please please please, if your gonna kill anyone let her go and take me."

"Sorry, but I have my heart set on her." He said.

"NO, TAKE ME!" Troy pleaded.

"Raise your voice at me one more time." He said.

Troy cluched his fist fist and gritted his teeth.

"Oh and tell your black friend I said hi." He said.

Troy had enough, he flipped the desk over and spun the chair around.

Nothing but a speaker was in it.

Troy turned around, only to catch a lead pipe to the face.

Gabriella screamed through the rag in her mouth and Troy fell over the desk.

"WHAT I TELL YOU!" He shouted.

Troy tried to get up but, the man kicked him in the face.

Troy fell back, nearly unconcious.

This guy was at least seven feet, he had red spikey hair and the the name "SARA" tatooed on his throat, he had a biker vest on and a black bandana, he has full sleve tatooes on both arms.

Troy tried to get up once more, this time, he pulled him up and shoved his face into the glass in front of Gabriella.

She stared at him with eyes full of tears as his blood trickled down the glass.

"G...abbi." He said, before the biker pulled him back and smashed his face into the glass, over and over.

He threw Troy behind him and picked up the pipe.

Troy was on his knees when the ran and kicked him in the back of the head.

Troy fell forward, but he was relentless, he picked him up and threw him over a table.

Troy reached over the table and knocked a book off of it.

The biker reached over and picked it up, it was the Complete Works of Willliam Shakespeare.

The biker flipped it open and said, "To break, or not to break, that is the question."

With that he slammed the book on Troys arm and it snapped in half.

Troy grabbed his arm, screamed, and fell back again.

He flipped the table over and grabbed Troy by the throat, he pulled a chain out of his pocket and wrapped it around his fist.

He puched Troy in the face, he held his collar and continued to rain blow after blow to Troy's face, ribs, and stomach.

He grabbed Troy with both hands by the throat and threw against the glass box Gabriella was in.

Troy slid down the box, a huge trail of blood behind him.

He turned his face to Gabriella, she was staring at him, crying, trying to break free, but the the cuffs were very secure.

The last thing she saw before squeezing her eyes shut and screaming were Troy's eyes staring into hers before a gun shot shattered the few seconds of silence...

Who got shot, was...Troy, the biker, Gabriella, The 1985 Denver Broncos, review to find out...