End Scene. by Jennifer Rain
Warnings: angst, mystery, crime, sexual references, swears, confusion.
Rating- Teen
Disclaimer- Plot, mine. Characters you don't recognize, mine (for example, Brenon and Meylor). Characters you do recognize, in this chapter, High School Musical. Moments and scenes you don't recognize, mine. Memories and scenes you do recognize, HSM, and possibly, in the future, CSI or some other non-Disney related franchise. This is purely for my own amusement and that of my friends and any reader who happens to stumble upon it. By no means am I claiming to own or be associated with the incredible hit that is High School Musical, nor Disney, the actors, or anything remotely related, however in my dreams I'm associated with a certain Mr. Grabeel. I'm not claiming the rights to any written script or anything similar. Not mine. I'm just using the characters and incorporating them into this odd story for my twisted amusement. No copy write infringement intended. please don't sue. Enjoy.
Authors Note: Hey there, readers. You've stumbled upon a very… er… unconventional High School Musical fan fiction. So welcome, I hope you enjoy. Just so you know, there are different parts to it. For example, the Prologue, titled "Cries" is Chapter one, part one, but the chapters aren't exactly chapters, it's more... sections of the overall story. I have the first "chapter" done and written, and I'll post a few parts today, and then, if you like it, I'll continue to post. If you all don't, I'll take it down and replace the names, because the characters can easily be translated to a normal non-HSM related story. In fact, I had this idea for an original story to begin with, but thought about the characters possibly being those of HSM, and worked those elements in. It's mostly about the Evans twins, but the other characters will make appearances. At the moment, there aren't any pairings, but later on there'll be some sparks between characters, and it'll switch back and forth in memories of a relationship or two. A lot of sexual references, so, if you're not a teen, I suggest you turn back and read a nice K+. There's violence and crime, swears and tons of angst and mysteries. Part three shows some pretty out of character Ryan, but it's kind of how I pictured him in this moment. My writing style went whacky in this, I believe it's the fact that I was writing it after one o'clock this morning after an hour of trying and failing to fall asleep, so it'll switch from points of view, and even from third to first narrative. It should be interesting, and I was thinking of somehow weaving CSI characters into it in dedication to my very obsessed lovely friends Gen and Sam, however, I'll see where the story takes me and work from there. I have no real plot in mind, so beware, there'll be a lot of surprises that even I don't know what's in store. I write whatever my pen writes. Ah, looks like the A/N is longer than the prologue, so I'll let y'all get reading. Enjoy, and comment, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this very unusual story.
Chapter one, part three. (1.3) Crazed
My heart pounded as I listened to the officer explain how Sharpay came to be lying, bloody and out cold in an interrogation room. I closed my eyes, dread and panic and anger, worry and anxiety pulsing through every vein in my body. I have to get to her. I have to make sure my baby sister is ok. It doesn't matter if I'm ten minutes or ten years older than her; I'm supposed to protect her.
She's in danger. Unprotected. Hurt. I was only half listening to Brenon. I heard but didn't understand. I have to protect her. Defend her. She has to be ok. We've been through so much. I've always kept her from harm.
Through mom and dad's divorce. When mum took the house and the money and moved in with our grandparents. When dad fought for custody. When he came home, drunk, and beat me, threatened to beat her. I'd keep her safe. I was her shoulder to cry on through our sister, Leslie's death. Every lost audition, every bad gig. Every broken heart, every break-up. Every time she came home sick. Through her eating disorders. I've always helped her. When dad beat us. He went after her. I hid her. I took it all. I'd die for her. I almost did.
I'd do anything to keep her out of the way of danger. Even when she didn't understand, didn't appreciate all I do for her. Even when she bossed be around, forced me to rehearse, diet, shop, when I'd rather chill and play video games or sports, stuff my face with junk food, or hang out with some friends. Even when she treats me like shit, I know deep down it's just her was of venting how lonely and hurt she feels. So I take it all, and I'd take it tenfold if she didn't hurt for it. That's what twins are for. That's what big brothers are for. Protecting. Saving. Helping. Defending.
And now? Now she's hurt and I don't know why, and I don't know how to help her. To save her. Why can't I save her from herself? Why can't I save myself? This crazed, helpless feeling is overcoming my senses.
I have to protect. Can't feel, can't think. Too crazed.