Chapter 16

Ok, I just finished Chapter 15. I'm home sick so I'm just continuously writing. Therefore, I really have nothing to say up here. I'm sure Jordan will add some stupid remark. (You know me oh too well...Wait, MY REMARKS AREN'T STUPID!!– Jordan)

Anyway, enjoy!

"TROY!" Emily's voice was shaky. That might be due to the fact that her whole body was shaking as if it were below freezing.

Her brother burst into her room. His eyes full of concern. "What? What happened?" he came and sat on the bed next to her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Michael just called. He's going to kill me, Troy. He knows where I am, what school I go to, where we live…" she didn't continue. Tears poured out of Emily's eyes. She was terrified.

Troy pulled his sister into a hug. She was in serious danger now. She was being threatened! Troy couldn't risk losing his sister.

"Where are you going?" her teary voice called out as he released her and walked towards the door.

"To call the police," and with that, he turned on his heel and walked out into the hallway.

"Thank you, officers." Jack Bolton shut the door behind the cops as they left.

"Why can't they do anything, Dad?" Troy asked in anger.

"They have too much to deal with than to worry about 'a little girl who's hallucinating'," his father rolled his eyes.

"Well, when Emily shows up on the side of the road dead, I hope they show this family some damn sympathy." Troy screamed as he stormed up the stairs.

"TROY BOLTON DON'T USE THAT LANGUAGE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!" Jack bellowed at his son. His yelling was met with the slamming of Troy's door.

Troy's anger began to rule him. He was so angry. 'Who would want to hurt Emily like that? Well, if he does, I'm going to ring his neck and…' Troy's thoughts were interrupted by the sight of his weeping sister standing in his doorway.

"You're the best brother ever, Troy. I want you to know that," she whispered.

"Em," he stood up and engulfed her in a hug, "Nothing's going to happen to you. I promise."

"You can't promise that. He killed Willow, and now he's going to kill me," she sobbed.

"Don't worry about it. I'm here, Em. I'm not going to let anything get you."

Emily reluctantly went to school, but barely made it through first period without walking down to her father's room, begging to go home. Everyone had heard about the phone call and she was whispered at down the hallways. Emily had gotten so paranoid.

Troy wanted to drive her home, but their father said she could easily walk. She told Troy it was fine. She'd just run home. He laughed at her joke before setting her off.

Emily walked into the school parking lot haphazardly. She had the eerie feeling she was being watched. She whipped her head around the parking lot, but no one was around.

Or so she thought.

Emily felt a hand on her mouth and an arm pinning her arms down. She kicked and flailed, but the person was too strong.

"Don't fight it, Emily. You knew I was coming," the gruff voice that had haunted her dreams wafted into her ears. This time it was reality.

Emily heard her heart pounding in her ears. She began breathing heavy and her forehead gleamed with sweat. Emily suddenly had an idea. Quickly, Emily bit Michael's hand.

He screeched in pain and released his hold on her. Emily shot off like a rocket running into the school. "HELP. TROY! JASON! ZEKE! SOMEBODY!" she tore through the school.

She turned the corner and hit the ground. Michael had tripped her. Her knee throbbed with pain. Emily winced and held her knee.

"Told you not to fight it, Emily," he walked towards her. She crawled towards her father's classroom. The guys were in there this period.

"HELP! HELP! TROY!" she used all of the breath she had.

Michael pounced on her. He dragged her off into an empty classroom before anyone saw him.

Or so he thought.

Chad watched from around the corner. He didn't dare move.

That guy had a gun.

As soon as the coast was clear, Chad ran like a mad man to Coach Bolton's room.

"COACH! EMILY'S BEEN KIDNAPPED!"

"Oh, shit," Troy said. He stood up and walked over to Chad. "Where is she?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. He carried her around the corner. Troy," he said slowing down, "he has a gun."

Troy's eyes widened and fear flooded his eyes. "We have to find her NOW!"

"Troy Bolton, you will not go chasing a killer," his father boomed.

"Oh yeah? Well he's got my sister."

"I don't care. You will not leave this room to find an armed maniac!"

"Watch me," Troy walked out the door. Zeke, Jason and Chad followed.

"Attention students and teachers. The school is presently going on lock-down. Please lock your doors and windows. No student is allowed out of the classrooms under any circumstances. This is serious. We have a possible kidnapping in progress," the announcement echoed through the school.

"Shit. Someone saw." Michael muttered.

Emily sat in a desk, her hands tied behind her back. She was trembling and breathing heavily. Her forehead shone with sweat in the dark classroom. These were the only things showing her fear. For, when she talked, her voice was filled with confidence.

"Oh darn. I guess you didn't have a perfect plan after all."

"You shut up," he spat. He paced the room nervously.

"You guys! I think this is the classroom," a voice called out from the other side of the door.

'Jason!' Emily thought. A smirk spread across her face. "Looks like you've been found. Give it up, Michael. You can't win."

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

They both remained silent as they listened to the voices outside the door.

"Damn. It's locked," Troy said.

"Here, move over. I got a few secrets of my own," Jason's voice floated closer to the door.

They heard clicking sounds and suddenly the door swung open. Jason smirked and put his school ID back in his pocket.

"EMILY!" Troy ran into the room, but stopped quickly. He stared Michael down. Hatred filled Troy's eyes. Zeke, Jason and Chad ran in. Zeke ran and quickly released Emily. She held onto Zeke for dear life.

"Let go of her," Michael warned.

"Oh, yeah, like we are going to listen you," Chad sneered.

"You will," Michael ran, kicked Zeke and grabbed Emily, "Or I'll shoot her." He cocked the gun and pointed it to her head.

Emily began to tremble and breathe heavily. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the cold metal of the gun against her temple.

Troy's eyes widened in fear. "Let her go."

"Gee, I'm going on a 'No' there," he replied sarcastically.

"Well, I'm going for a 'Yes'," Jason coolly replied.

Emily caught Troy's eye. He winked at her before going on, "Fine. Shoot her. See if I care."

The boys stood in shock. Only Emily knew what he was doing.

"Oh please, you don't want that, Bolton. You're just messing with my mind."

"No, really. I would benefit from being an only child," Troy remarked.

"What do you have up your sleeve, Bolton?" Michael cocked his eyebrow.

"This," Troy ran at him. Michael easily jumped out of the way.

"Ha. Nice try, Bolto—" Michael was cut off by Emily kicking him in – let's just say it was a 'bad spot'.

Michael dropped to the floor. The gun flew out of his hands. The gun went off, but didn't seem to hit anyone. Troy grabbed the gun and Emily ran into Jason's arms.

"We've got you now, Michael," Troy said menacingly while pointing the gun at Emily's attacker.

"That's what you think!" Michael pulled out a second gun and pointed it straight at Emily.

"Oh my God," Emily whispered.

Michael's finger tightened on the trigger. Troy had to fire first to save his sister's life.

A shot was fired. Michael fell to the ground as the police came in.

"Good shot, Smith," one of the officers congratulated his partner.

No one, but Michael was hurt.

Or so they thought.

I regret to say that I believe chapter 17 shall be the end. (THAT MEANS THE SEQUEL IS COMING SOON!!! YAY!!! -Jordan)

But, there will be a sequel. Well, if you guys want one anyway. (I WANT ONE! And I already thought we planned the sequel! Jeez, what a waste of awesomely awesome ideas! -Jordan)

So please, review!