Almost the end..with just one more terrible thing to happen..

The police finally arrived, including mr. Garcia. He marched into the hospital gaining confused looks from people. It wasn't strange the police had arrived, but mr. Garcia was wearing a helmet (just as his son). With big steps he walked towards the reception, where the young woman looked up nervously.

'H-hello sir..' she started, but mr. Garcia interrupted her.

'Where is my son!' he said with an angry tone in his voice. The lady swallowed.

'They went up to the roof sir,' she replied.

'Were you in charge of my son's friend Logan?' he asked. The lady shook her head and pointed at a nurse, who seemed to be just as nervous.

'Walk with me and fill me in with the details. Go go go!' He grabbed the nurse's arm and forced her to walk with him to the elevators.

'Well there was this guy with a gun and..'

'Yes yes, I know that already. What I need to know is: what's the situation on the roof?'

'W-we don't really know sir..'

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN "you don't know"?' mr. Garcia shouted as he pressed the buttons of the elevators repeatedly.

'W-we haven't been up there since he was threatening us that if we'd come too close, he'd shoot the boy,' the nurse replied, her voice shaking of fear. Mr. Garcia sighed when the doors finally opened. He stepped inside, pulling the scared nurse with him, and several policemen followed him.

'We did some background-checks on the bad-boy,' mr. Garcia said while they waited to be lifted to the roof.

'It seems he lost his girlfriend by the name Carmen, who committed suicide by jumping of a roof. It seemed she was being bullied by a guy named Thom. This, what was his name again, Steve is obviously reliving his past and freaking out. We have to stabilize him, take him in and we'll all be fine.' The elevator stopped. Slowly the doors opened, and even Mr. Garcia gasped. He slowly stepped out of the elevator, his eyes focused on the two boys straight ahead of him, one holding a gun and the other one on his knees and already bleeding.

'Dad!' Mr. Garcia was hugged by his son. He wanted to hug him back, but Carlos let go quickly.

'Steve will kill Logie!' His voice croaked and he was crying. Mr. Garcia put his hand on Carlos' shoulder and smiled.

'It'll be okay son, I'm here now,' he said, although he wasn't sure himself. He had seen many cases like this one, but Logan was already bleeding which made it a little more complicated. And there was a girl in front of them who probably had fainted. She needed medical attention too. He bit his lip. This could get nasty if he wasn't careful. He stepped forwards until Steve shouted it was far enough and threatened to shoot.

'Steve isn't it? Steve, listen to me. You don't want to do this. He is..'

'You don't understand! I have to! I can't live without her and he is taking her away from me!' Steve interrupted him. Mr. Garcia wasn't sure he was talking about Carmen or Camille, but he had to get the idea out of Steve's head. He took a step forward, but Steve pressed the gun hard against Logan's head, which almost made him lose balance.

'Steve, you can't just take his life! Let's talk about it okay?'

'No! No! I can't live without her.. I have to..' He pulled the gun back from Logan's head and waved with it.

'Steve, listen to me man..' But Steve didn't listen at all. He was put under so much pressure, and he just couldn't handle it.

'NO! It has to end, right now!'

He pointed the gun.

Everyone screamed.

The police took their gun, but were too late.

A gunshot, and then a terrifying silence.

I'm sorry. I had to let him die. So sorry.. Tomorrow last chapter to give this story a proper ending..