Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6! Lol anyone know what a G6 is? *munches on yogurt covered pretzels* anyways… Sorry I haven't updated. You may flame me *puts paper bag on head* I am shamed. NAOUGH ONTO ZE STORY

Chapter 3

"Thanks!" I handed the driver some money and skipped into the main lobby of the busy hotel. I turned a corner towards the elevators and saw the last guest step into it. "Wait!" I called out and made a mad dash for the elevator. The door closed too quickly for me though and I was forced to wait for the next lift. I punched the button over and over until I heard a ding! And climbed in. I was the only on. This could get interesting. I started singing and jumping around. Ding! I immediately stopped and assumed the position of average bored guest. I walked out and three people took the elevator over. I casually strolled to my hotel room, "479… 480… 481… 482… here it is." I mumbled while sliding in the card to room 483. I set my stuff down and climbed into the shower. When that was done, I threw on my black and white plaid pajama bottoms with a gold tie and my black shirt. I kept my bra on out of habit. I felt awkward walking around my house without a bra on when my dad was there. I always took it off before I went to sleep though. I combed my hair out, walked over the backpack and opened it. I searched for a Tokio Hotel CD. I popped the Cd in the alarm/radio and turned it up full blast, "Come on! There are days when you feel so small, and you know you could be so tall!" I started singing along and bounced on the bed.

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"I can give you, you can give me something, everything. I am with you, you are with me always! Join me in…. Love and Death! Love and-" I ran out of breath and hit pause on the radio. I noticed that the room had become extremely hot so I walked over to the large window covered with silky white curtains. I threw them open and leaned out, expecting an amazing view of New York. But no, I got the gorgeous view of a dirty alley with a dumpster. Had I not been so hot, I would've shut my window, but instead I stayed and played with the necklace my grandmother had given me before she died. I suddenly didn't feel it anymore and looked down to see a stream of gold falling.

"Nein!" I yelled out.

I quickly looked around to see if anyone had seen the pure gold necklace fall. Nobody was in sight. I dashed out of my room, ignored the elevator and stumbled down the stairs. All 6 flights. I reached the lobby and pushed the door open; as a result I got a few weird stares. I ran to the side of the hotel which seemed deprived of any human activity and shoved the door open. I stepped out into the alley and looked around. "Okay… It's here somewhere…" I looked up to find my window. It was the only open one. Once I saw it, I followed and imaginary line with my eyes to the ground and saw a bunch of trash bags. I jogged over there and saw the gold pendant sticking out of a crevice. Taking it in my hands, I looked it over for any imperfections, and found none, thank God. I sighed with relief and began to walk back inside when the doors busted open. I was behind the door, so whoever it was couldn't see me yet. I took the chance hauled butt over behind the dumpster. I curled up into a ball and accidentally rubbed against the wall. I gagged when I realized it was covered in slime. I hid the necklace under a piece of paper in case it was somebody who saw what happened and wanted my necklace. That was when I heard the noises. It sounded like struggling.

"Stop!" came a deep voice.

"If you don't stop, we'll hurt you more." Came a second voice, but not as deep. Another voice sliced through the air, but I couldn't make out what he said, it was muffled.

"I said stop!" came the deeper voice. More struggling, that sounded like feet kicking the ground. Then a Whack! And the struggling stopped. Then I heard a pathetic whimpering. I suddenly realized what was happening; Someone was being kidnapped! "Let me go!" I recognized that voice… from somewhere… I curled up into a tighter ball. "Stop!" Came the angelic voice again. My head shot up and I literally almost pissed myself. Bill. Bill Kaulitz. I took a chance and peeked around the edge of the dumpster. There he was! Restrained by two buff men. And halfway down the alley. No, no, no, no! They might kill him! I made a decision, it was now or never. I stood up, thanks to my bare feet, I was almost inaudible. I looked around quickly for a weapon. I saw a metal pipe and picked it up. Nice and heavy, perfect. I wielded the pipe like a baseball bat and charged down the alley, quiet as a ninja. When I got close enough, I swung the bat and cracked it against the smaller one's head. He went down like a ton of bricks. "Run, Kaulitz!" The taller man yelled and began to drag him away faster. But I was too fast. CRACK! He fell like the twin towers. I sighed and Bill turned to face me. "Thank …" he was cut off when somebody grabbed my hair and yanked me to the ground. The smaller guy started kicking me, and I rolled away. I jumped up to my feet to see short stack charging me. I picked up the pipe and swung it again, only this time I missed. He grabbed it mid-air and jerked it out of my grasp, and tossed it to the tall one, who had recovered and had Bill in his grasp. Short stack pulled out a gun. Oh, crap. I picked a plank of wood off the ground and swung at his arm holding the gun. The pistol flew out of his hands and skidded to a halt back down the alley. I ran after it, and so did short stuff. I outran him and reached it first. Bill was almost to the end of the alley. I had to save him first, he was my priority. I round house kicked short stack and climbed on top of him, grabbed his neck, and twisted it until I heard the sickening crack. I jumped up and aimed the gun at the all one's head. I noticed there was a black car, it must be for them! If Bill got in that, he'd be gone forever! I aimed as carefully as a shaky girl could and fired off two shots. Then, everything went in slow-motion. Everything was quiet, and I didn't see anything but Bill and his captor. They both looked shocked and turned to look at each other. It was painfully slow and I needed to know who I hit. Then, the massive man fell, lifeless. I dropped the gun, and it fell ever so slowly back to the cement. Bill turned around and looked at me. The clank from the medal of the gun hitting the cement was the only thing that interrupted the perfect silence. I shook my head and looked around. Two dead bodies, a black car speeding away, and a scared celebrity. Everything went back to normal speed. Tears welled up in my eyes ad Bill started towards me. "No!" I yelled out at him. I didn't want him to meet me like this. I didn't want him to know me as the girl who killed those two men.

"Please..." He called out to me. I shook my head again and spun around on my heels. I ran for the door. I heard footsteps behind me and saw that Bill was running after me. "Please stop!" he called out again. I was blinded by tears as I ran up the stairs again. I almost glided over them while Bill was attempting to go up them in his army boots. I heard the clunking get closer and I pushed the door open as I reached my floor. I ran down the hall and stumbled, falling to the ground. I scrambled to get back up as I felt two hands grab my arm. I hid my face and tore away. Bill still ran after me, but when I turned around to look at him, I saw he was talking on the phone. I reached my hallway after what seemed like forever and a door up in front of me opened. Tom Kaulitz stepped out and grabbed me. I hit him, kicked him, even tried biting him to get away, but to no prevail. I began hyperventilating and he held me tight. Bill finally caught up and got to his knees in front of me, "Who are you?" I hid my face in Tom's extra huge shirt and cried, to avoid the subject. Tom picked me up bridal style and carried me to his room, where Georg and Gustav were sitting on the couch looking worried. "Bill!" They jumped up and hugged him, not even noticing the girl Tom was carrying. "Are you okay?" Gustav asked.

"What happened?" Georg wanted to know. While Bill was being interviewed by his band mates, Tom carried me to the couch and gently set me down. I covered my face with my hands, my hair falling and acting like a shield for my face. Tom laid a hand on my knee.

"Thank you for saving Bill." He said, and the room fell quiet. Heavy footsteps came closer to me, and Bill got down on his knees too. Off in the distance, sirens made their way to the scene of the crime.

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I was sitting in the back of an ambulance, with a blanket around my shoulders. The paramedic was looking me over. The same was happening to Bill in another ambulance. Tom, Gustav, und Georg were talking to a policeman. I watched as two body bags were being carried away. Hotel guests had opened their windows to get the scoop, and several news trucks waited on the other side of the caution tape. I heard Tom say, "I don't know, she won't tell us anything." The police nodded and walked towards me. Tom disappeared to the other ambulance, no doubt to check up on Bill, followed by Georg und Gustav. "What's your name?" He asked.

"Shelby." I replied. For the next 20 minutes, the officer asked me questions like "where are you from" and "Where are your parents". Tom somehow appeared by the police's side in those 20 minutes. No doubt trying to find so information on who I was. He didn't hear anything special though. All he heard was where I was from and how old I was. The officer thanked me and left. Tom sat down next to me in the ambulance and sighed, "Why won't you tell us anything?" I just shrugged, and turned my head the other way. Because I don't want you to know me because of this. I don't want you to know me as a murderer. I thought. He cupped my chin and made me look at him. "Why?" I shrugged again and looked straight forward. He hugged me, "I just want to know who saved my baby brother."

"But I don't want you to." I whispered. Tom let out a nervous laugh.

"That's the first thing you've told me all night." But his laughter quickly ceased and he became serious again, "At least what's your first name?"

"Shelby."

"Now was that so hard?"

"Kind of." I pulled my knees up to my chin, "I just don't want you to know me because of that." I pointed to the two body bags on the ground. Tom winced and looked back to me.

"Well, I don't care how many people you killed, I'm just happy you saved my brother's life."

Bill made his way over, and sat down on my other side. He and Tom murmured in German, and I heard my name mentioned. "Thank you, Shelby." Bill stated. I smiled up to him then returned my chin to my knees. A police came over and held something out for me, "Is this yours?"

"My necklace!" I jumped up and thanked him.

"You guys are clear to go back to your rooms." The officer said, and walked away. Tom und Bill got up.

"Were going to have to go through the news reporters." Bill said, and pointed to the multiplying numbers of people with camera crews. I sighed and Tom und Bill put their arms around me. "Keep your head down." Tom advised me. As soon as we reached the mob of people, body guards flanked our sides, and safely guarded us until we got to our rooms. "Bye!" Bill und Tom said.

"Auf weidersehen." I replied and nearly collapsed as I shut the door.