Let me just start this by saying that I have no idea where I'm going with this story, this idea just came to me earlier today, so naturally I had to write it.On another note, I do not own Beverly Hills 90210 in any way, shape or form, but any character(s) that you don't know, I created. I hope you all enjoy this.

And allow me to apologize in advance if I discontinue this story at any time.

Gun shots peirced the silent night, followed by the window of the Peach Pit shattering. Then a soft thud of someone collapsing, probably dead from the gunshot wound.

Outside a figure was lurking in the shadows watching. "I know you're here, kid! Show yourself!" The gun fired again. He kicked a garbage can over. "I know where you live, Walsh!" He called out, kicking the garbage can again. "And I know you saw me the other night!" He fired the gun again.

"Maybe he ran off, come on boss, I hear sirens." Another person spoke up with a shaky voice. "So let's get out of here." The two people hurried off into the shadows.

Jim glanced at his watch, pacing around; while Cindy was sitting on the couch. "Maybe he's working over?" Cindy spoke up, mostly talking to herself.

Jim glanced at her but didn't answer.

Brenda came downstairs. "Brandon not home yet?"

Jim shook his head. "I even called the peach pit about an hour ago, but no answer."

Cindy sighed. "I don't like this. Should I call the cops?"

Before Jim could answer, the door opened and Brandon walked in.

"Where have you been?! Do you know what time it is?!"

Jim's sudden angry voice made him jump. "S... sorry, dad," he apologized.

Brenda frowned. Why did Brandon seem so jumpy?

Jim sighed. "Where were you? It's a school night. Were you working late? I thought the Peach Pit closed earlier than 2:30 in the morning."

"I.. I wasn't at work today.. I.. I was at the library." Brandon brushed past them, then went upstairs to his room.

Brenda followed him. "What aren't you telling us?" She asked. "Come on, Brandon, we tell each other everything."

Brandon glanced at her. "Everything? You sure about that?"

Brenda flinched. "Yes, I'm sure about that... Brandon, what happened? You was not at the library. Where were you really at? You can tell me anything."

Brandon rubbed his forehead, then sat down on the bed.

"You was at the Peach Pit, right? Come on, Brandon, talk to me." She sat down beside him. "What's bothering you?"

Brandon glanced at her briefly, then back down at the floor. "I had to interview someone for The Blaze a few days ago, and then he was murdered in front of me, so I saw something that I shouldn't have, and the killer knows it. Then tonight the killer comes back and waits for everyone to leave before he starts shooting at the Peach Pit."

She listened. "Why didn't you tell mom and dad this? Or call the cops? Something?"

He sighed. "You don't get it. I tell the cops what he did, and we are both good as dead. He knows where we live."

"So your plan is to do nothing?" She asked, shocked. "Brandon.."

He stood up. "I'm not saying anything, Bren, end of story." He pulled her up. "Now, out." He pushed her out the door, then slammed it closed.

The next day, Brenda was in the kitchen when the phone rang, but before she could get up to answer it, her mother did.

"Hello? Oh, hi Nat." Cindy greeted him.

Brenda listened from where she was sitting.

"That's terrible! Hold on a moment," she pulled the phone an inch from her ear. "Brenda, can you get your brother up? Tell him that Nat is on the phone."

Brenda nodded, then hurried upstairs. "Brandon, Nat's on the phone." She shook him until she was sure that he was awake.

Brandon sighed, dragging himself out of bed, then he followed her downstairs. He took the phone from their mom. "Hey, Nat. What's up?"

Brenda headed back over to the table and sat back down as their dad joined them.

Cindy was the first one to speak. "Somebody knocked out the window at the Peach Pit last night."

Jim glanced at her in shock. "Was anyone hurt?"

Cindy sighed. "Yes. Someone was killed."

"I didn't see anything suspicious when I left," Brandon spoke up after a moment of silence. "Maybe they will catch whoever did it. I have to go." He hung the phone up. "Come on, Bren, we have to get to school."

Brenda nodded, grabbing a bagel and her bag.

"Wait, don't you want any breakfast before you go?" Cindy asked.

Brandon shook his head. "No thank you, mom, I'm not hungry." He grabbed his backpack, then headed out the door.

School went by pretty quickly. Brenda met up with Dylan and Kelly. "What is up with him today?" Kelly asked.

Brenda knew who Kelly was asking about, but she remained silent.

"He snapped at Andrea earlier today," she went on. "What's his problem?"

Brenda exchanged a glance with Dylan, then glanced back at her. "Brandon is in trouble, but he doesn'twant to admit it."

"What kind of trouble?" Dylan asked.

Brenda sighed. "He's going to kill me for this," she quickly told them about what was going on.

"And he doesn't want to report this?" Kelly repeated, shocked. "I would."

Brenda sighed. "I would too."

Dylan listened to them. "Maybe he's afraid if he tells someone else, this guy would come after you," he suggested.

Brenda sighed. "He needs to tell someone though."

Andrea sat down across from him in the library. "I'm sorry about earlier," she apologized.

Brandon glanced up at her. "I'm the one who should be apologizing." He forced a smile.

She smiled back. "Will you have that article done by Friday?"

"Andrea.." His smile faded, then he closed the book he was studying. "No promises."

She sighed. "What's taking so long on this? You was suppose to be doing a senior spotlight on Charlie Townsend, remember?"

He stood up. "I have to go." He walked out of the library.

Andrea sighed, then hurried out after him. "Brandon, wait! What's up with you?!"

Brandon spun around to face her. "What's up with me?" He repeated. "I can't write your stupid article, okay?! Charlie Townsend is dead! He was murdered the other night, I'm surprised you haven't heard yet."

Andrea froze at that as the others joined them. "He's dead?"

Brandon took a step back. "I watched.. I watched this other person stab him with a knife! But you know what? I can't tell the cops about this! I'm not suppose to tell anyone this!"

"Brandon.." Brenda spoke up.

Brandon glanced at her. "Don't look at me like that, Bren. Let's just go home."

The moon caught a small glint in the shadows as Brandon got out of his car and headed into the Peach Pit where he was suppose to meet Charlie Townsend for an interview.

Charlie arrived not long after, but before he walked in, his cellphone rang and he answered it.

Brandon glanced up from the counter as a figure came out of the shadows and stabbed Charlie. He could barely make out the face of the attacker, but he hurried outside to check on Charlie.

Rapid footsteps sounded on the pavement as the attacker retreated.

Brandon quickly sat up breathing hard. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 3:00 A. M. He sighed, then got out of bed and stumbled downstairs.

"You're up early," a sudden voice spoke up from the couch.

Brandon jumped. "Y.. yeah.. I.. I couldn't sleep."

Cindy motioned towards the couch. "Come sit down, honey." She invited him. "What is up with you lately? You haven't been sleeping good, and you've been jumpy and skittish. Not to mention moody. So talk to me."

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. "I... I can't..."

Cindy sighed. "Then allow me to start. Andrea called earlier. Why didn't you tell us about Charlie?"

"Charlie?" He repeated.

"Charlie Townsend? The person you was suppose to interview?"

Brandon fell silent at that, glancing at the floor instead. "What's to tell? He was killed, end of story."

"Except it's not, is it?" Jim asked from the doorway. He walked over to join then."Let us help you."

Brandon shook his head. "I... I can't..." He stood up, then headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Cindy called after him, but Brandon didn't say anything.

Brenda walked slowly downstairs. "I.. I can tell you anything you need to know. Brandon should have told you, the police, someone."

Cindy and Jim exchanged a glance. "The police?" They asked together.

Brenda took a deep breath. "Charlie wasn't just killed, he.. He was murdered.." she paused. "And Brandon was there when it happened.."

Brandon decided to take a walk and try to clear his head.

Somebody walked up and shoved him from behind. "Hey, Walsh, we need to talk."

Brandon froze. "S.. so talk.."

The figure shoved him again. "I heard you at school talking to your friends. As long as you don't tell them about me!" He punched him in the stomach, then shoved him to the ground. "We clear?!"

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Dylan shoved the man away from Brandon.

"Dang it, Mckay! This doesn't concern you!" The man hissed.

Dylan glared at him. "I think it does. Now take your friends and get out of here."

The man signaled to the people in his group. "This isn't over, Walsh! And watch your back, McKay." The group stalked off.

Dylan walked over and helped Brandon to his feet. "You alright, man?"

Brandon nodded. "I.. I think so."

"Let's just get you home. You have to tell your parents about what's going on."

Brandon shook his head. "No way, D! I.. I can't.."

The ride back was in silence. Either way someone would probably still get hurt or worse.

I'm stopping here. Consider this the pilot chapter. Normally I try to follow the storylines with my own twist to them, but not this time. This idea is mine, so consider this as me seeing if people like this thus far or not.

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