A/N: Thanks for the reviews from you lovely readers…things are going to be explained here and it took me awhile to figure out who this shooter was going to be until a reviewer iloveharrypotter711 brought something up to me, so I decided to go for it.

Chapter Seventeen: It Just Gets Worse

Derek, Sam and Bradley rush into the gym and once Bradley spots the gun aimed at Grace's head he rushes forward and slams the young boy to the ground.

"You touch me again and I shot you, understand?"

Bradley stands up from the floor with his hands in front of him in surrender.

"Yeah, I got it."

The gunman stands and nods his head.

"That's good, now why don't you, your brother, Sam and Grace sit down next to the other kids."

The gang does as they're told and Grace sits down next to Sam.

"He looks familiar," Sam mentions. "Sort of anyway."

"You caught that to, huh?" Grace whispers back.

"What the hell is going on?" Bradley whispers harshly.

"Shut up man," Derek says as he keeps his eye on the gun.

"Is this what we get for going to school with you two?" Cameron asks after taking a breath. Her question was directed to Sam and Grace.

The gunman smiles at the interaction.

"She's got a point Grace, is that what she gets?"

"I don't even know you!" Grace screams out.

The gunman taps the gun to the side of his head.

"That's where you are wrong Gracie. You should know me and maybe Sammy too."

Grace and Sam look at each other and frown.

"What did you just call me?" Grace asks hesitantly.

"What I always call you, Gracie," the gunman says with a smile.

"Sammy, Gracie, come play with me."

"Not now Davey," Grace says as she looks over at her friend. "Sam and I will play later."

The 12 year old boy frowns. Sam and Grace were 13 years old and they were currently sitting outside with the other kids.

"But I want to play with you two. All those other kids are just mean."

Grace turns to Davey with a small smile.

"Davey, I promise that I will come play when I have time, but I don't right now."

"I'll hold you to that Gracie."

"Davey, what the hell are you doing?"

"You never played with me," Dave says pointedly.

"So you decide to get even by what? Killing me?" Grace asks as she tries to get up, but Sam makes her stay put.

"I'm not really sure, I haven't really thought about it. I was 12 and every day I waited for you and Sam to come play, but you never showed up. You just disappeared, but I found you," Dave says with a smile. "I found with your little families and your boyfriends and I knew that I had to do something. I just had to do it."

"Basically you are saying that you just want Sam and me," Dave nods his head. "Then let everyone else go."

Dave bites the bottom of his lip.

"I guess, follow me people except for Sam, Grace and her dates."

Dave walks towards the back of the gym.

"Cameron, you may hate me, but I need you to go to my house and tell my parents what is going on, tell them it's Dave Hanson."

Cameron wipes her tears and nods her head.

Cameron and the other stragglers walk closer to Dave.

"I'm not going to hurt you, just go, but don't tell anybody or then I will hurt you."

Dave watches as the kids run down the hallway and outside. Dave locks the gym back up and then turns to his remaining hostages.

"Now let's begin."

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"I remember when it was us who were going to dances with our boyfriends and now it's our daughters. It's different."

Brooke nods her head in understanding. Lucas leans against the wall and sighs.

"You two are really pathetic, do you know that?"

Brooke and Peyton look up and Lucas and frown.

"At least we aren't hiding."

Lucas shrugs his shoulders and takes a seat between Peyton and Brooke.

"Since when did we become our parents?" Lucas asks.

Peyton and Brooke raise their eyebrows. Lucas looks at them and nods his head.

"When did I become my mom?"

Brooke and Peyton laugh as Lucas gets up to answer the knocked on door.

"Can I help you?" Lucas looks the girl over and sees she seems to be in distress. "Are you alright?"

Cameron stays frozen so Lucas grabs her arm and gently brings her inside.

"There was a gun," Cameron states.

Brooke and Peyton stand up from the couch and look at the girl.

"What do you mean, gun?" Lucas asks gently.

"There was a gun, in the school. Grace and Sam know him."

Brooke grabs onto Peyton's hand.

"Sam and Grace know whom?" Peyton asks.

"The gunman, Dave Hanson, you have to help them."

Lucas turns to his teary eyed fiancé.

"Peyton, I need you to call the police and bring them to the school, okay?"

Peyton nods her head.

"Lucas, I'm scared."

"Me too."

Brooke remains still and silent.

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"Davey, please let us go," Sam pleads as the gun is directed in her face. She leans closer to Derek. "You aren't like this, just let it go."

"You don't know what I'm like. You don't at all," Dave picks up Grace from the floor and Sam screams out. Dave holds the gun to Grace's head. She silences her cries. "Come on Sam, now are you going to tell me who I am?"

"Hey man let her go," Bradley says as he steps forward.

Dave pushes Grace to the ground and points his gun towards Bradley.

"Now you have just pissed me off."

Dave shoots the gun and Bradley falls to the floor, Derek just stares before he snaps to his senses and rushes to his brother.

"It's going to be okay. I promise little brother."

Grace looks over at Bradley and starts shaking.

"Why'd you do that?" Grace asks in a soft voice.

"Because I wanted to," Dave says evilly.

Grace stands up from the ground and stands right in front of Dave all of her fear had just went away to be replaced with anger, an anger that she had never felt before.

"I hope you burn in hell."

Grace balls up her fist and hits Dave in the face. He goes down and the gun falls to the ground. Sam and Derek are too busy pushing their hands on Bradley's chest wound.

Grace goes for the gun. When she bends down to pick it up Dave manages to kick Grace to the ground. Dave picks up the gun, stands up and points it at Grace who doesn't move.

"You're going to pay for that Gracie."

Dave cocks the gun and shoots it, hitting Grace.

"GRACE!" Sam yells as she looks up from Bradley's body. Sam rushes towards Grace's side.

"It's going to be okay," Sam whispers to her best friend.

"I don't think so," Dave says as he cocks his gun again but before he can shoot another shut he falls to the ground in a heap. Sam looks up from Grace towards the policemen rushing over to her.

"Everything is going to be okay."

Sam shakes her head at the man because she knows nothing will ever be completely okay.