Disclaimer- So tired of saying this but I don't own Victorious

AN- Sorry! I know, "IT'S BEEN A MONTH! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" Ha. But I just couldn't figure out who to kill. So I just decided to kill... (:

Read? And review for my sanity? Last Chapter, about damn time too. Yes, I was very excited to read my own work (conceited moment of the day.)

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. Jade's POV

The shot was so loud, I could feel the rush of air pass me by as I fell back and on to the floor. I laid motionless for a couple of seconds and waited for the pain to come. But it didn't. I looked around. No one was around me. I turned my head and saw his eyes starring right at me. His big brown eyes, starred at me. They were losing it's color. I sat up and saw police cars racing by, sirens blasting through the air. Two ambulances parked in front, paramedics rushing towards us. Nosy neighbors peeked out their windows, gasping and taking out their phones to spread the news. Two teenagers shot dead, one alive. A firm looking lady pulled me away from him. I did not realize I had been over his body, silently sobbing. His blood was plastered on the side of my face. Drops of blood trickled down. The lady kept asking me questions but I could not hear her. Her mouth would move but no words came out. I watched as they took Tori and Beck away. None had body covers on them, maybe they will be fine. Everything was going so fast, one minute their was two bodies on the ground and the next, they are being rushed to the emergency room. And I'm still standing here in shock. I brushed my hand past my face. Blood stained my hand. Beck's blood. The lady offered me a wet towel. I didn't take it. She sighed and began whipping the blood off my face. I looked around, more police were showing up and taking pictures of the scene. They lady placed the towel in a plastic bag and walked away. I looked around, I needed to leave. All policemen were busy, reporters were just arriving at the scene, unloading and beginning to harass police. The lady that had helped me was talking to another policeman, she was handing him the bag. No body was watching. I took that moment to calm walk away in the opposite direction. Once I heard them shouting my name, I ran as fast as I could into the backyard of a strange house. I jumped fences until I was caught by one of the owner of the houses. She said she would call police if I didn't leave. So she kicked me to the front yard and watched as I ran away. Where was I? I had no idea. I caught a glance of the street name, Glennton.

Eventually I made enough turns to get onto a main street that lead to a shopping center. And then I knew where I was. I wasn't that far from where I knew I was going. I stood under a tree for a while trying to slow my heart beat. It was pounding so hard I could hear it through my ears. This will never end. I'm done running away. I know what I have to do.

I removed my shirt and threw it on the ground, leaving myself with a tank top. I walked into the gas station and searched through my pocket. My wallet was with me and I felt so thankful I had money on me. I bought a 10 gallon gas tank and filled it up and a box of matches. The cashier stared at me as if he was unsure whether he should sell me the things or call the police. It probably didn't help when he saw a bit of dry blood on the side of my face. I glared at him as he put the things in a bag and I handed him the money. He hesitated when giving me back the money but I snatched it out of his hands and calmly left his shop. I headed north and was sure to stay in the shadows.

The road was narrow and barley any cars were passing by. I wished I had my phone with me. But I left it in the RV. I walked as fast as I could to the house.

The journey there was too long, by the time I was half way there, my legs were about to give out. Luckily I was already entering the wood area. I climbed over the fence that separated the woods from the sidewalk and walked towards the trees. I leaned against it for a moment and tried to catch my breath. I slid down and rested my head on the tree. How could I be so stupid? Coming here was a mistake. I ended lives today. I've killed more than two people. Were they even able to save Beck? Or did he die in agony, wishing he never met me? I said I love him but since when do you kill you're loved ones? But the worse part is that I couldn't cry. I just felt so angry. I wanted revenge, I needed revenge. He destroyed me but it seems that it isn't enough. But no more, this ends tonight. This ends once in for all. One of us has to die and I swear it won't be me. He is stronger than me. I know. He is smarter than me. I know. And he has a better chance of winning. I know. But I have more power than him. I have more confidence than him. I have what he doesn't have. A plan. A plan that will not fail this time. A plan that I've been thinking of the whole trip here. A plan that I am sure will not fail me. A plan that will kill him.

I waited for a couple of minutes or hours, I couldn't tell. Then I continued my way. I walked for hours until I was back. Until I saw that house that destroyed my life. The house where he took me too. I was back in the familiar woods. The woods where I screamed to the top of my lungs but no one would hear. The woods where he took my innocence away. It was like I could hear the loud music playing again, the smell of weed mixed with alcohol and the loud chatter of people laughing and dancing. It disgusted me. When I focused back, everything was quiet. The lights were out but the one thing that made me feel better was the black car in the opened garage. He was here, I knew he would be here. Like I said, James is smart. He knew how to get away from the cops. He lost them and ran here. Like a coward, he hides. I waited for a couple of minutes to make sure that they were all asleep and that all lights were turned off for good.

I made my way through the shadows to the back of the house and turned off all electricity through the power box. I turned off the water and went into the garage. I had no idea what part of the house I would enter but I was quiet enough to not make a sound. I tried opening the door but it was locked. I mentally cursed and began searching for a pair of emergency keys. I looked under the mat and found it empty. I looked all over the garage but still could not find any keys. So far my plan was not going to well. I wanted to talk to him before killing him. I wanted to-

"Dude, relax! Nothing will happen." I heard to voices coming from inside. My hands began to sweat and my heart was racing.

"Don't turn on the lights, they might see if they are watching us."

"For the last time, Adam. They will not find us! Look, no one even knows about this place. Just get your damn cell phone and lets go back to sleep."

"James, you killed two people! And rap-"
"Listen you son-of-a-bitch, don't you go turning your back on me. I can easily kill you in your sleep. Well I won't hurt you because you're my best friend. Which is why you will keep your mouth shut. If I recall, you were there too. You were the one with a weapon too. You're an accessory. They'll lock you up even if you say you didn't kill them. So it doesn't matter. If I go down, you're going down with me."

I heard James voice. I could practically see the way Adam was trembling. Footstep were growing closer and close to the door and I ran out of the garage. And pressed myself to the side of the house.

"Dude, go around back. The lights are out!" Adam said. I heard James say something but his voice faded out. I quietly and slowly walked to the back and heard the back door open. I peeked around the corner and saw James holding a flashlight to the power box. He called out to Adam and asked him to check the lights but Adam said he was still looking for his phone in the car. James groaned and walked back into the house to check. The door was wide opened and I saw the light come on.

"Turn it off!" I heard Adam shout as he closed the garage door close. Followed by the back door closing as well.

I waited for a while, the gasoline tightly in my hold and my arms with goosebumps. I was nervous. Very nervous. But I was more angry than ever. I wasn't leaving until my plan was complete.

I began to go back to the garage and try to go through that door once more. Adam is the more careless one. I tried turning the nob as quietly as I could and it was opened. I sighed in relief. I carefully squeezed through the small crack I made and shut the door behind me. I was in the kitchen apparently. I walked out of the kitchen and walked into the living room. The memories came back.

I was with James on the couch, having a sip of beer while everyone smoked and danced. The stereo at all volume and the lights flickering on and off. Jessica was next to me, half glaring at me and half flirting with James. She was jealous, if she wanted him, she could have had him. He's a disgusting pig.

I sat on the couch and tried to calm down. It was like I couldn't stop myself from doing what I was going to do. I tried to feel bad, I tried to talk myself out of it but I couldn't. It was too late to turn back. I was already here and already began pouring the gasoline in all the door ways and window, leaving a trail where ever I walked. I walked up the stairs quietly and began opening the doors. There were four doors. One, I recognized to be the bathroom.

"Hey, James. Where's the bathroom?" I asked. I walked up the stairs and bumped into Jessica. She had just left the bathroom and pushed by me. I assumed it was the alcohol that had her acting like a bitch.

The crowded hall was now empty and dark. I opened the door on the left. Empty. I pour gasoline on the door and opened the next door. As quiet as possible I slipped in. It was Adam. He was sweating in his sleep. I smirked and walked right out. He isn't the one I wanted though. But he needed to be dead. He knew everything but stayed quiet. As quiet as possible, I walked to his side. His back was facing me and he was asleep. But he wasn't the one I wanted. I lead a trace of gasoline to his bed and walked away.

Lastly, I reached the door I wanted. James. Just as I was going to open his door, his light came on. I back away and walked into the empty guest room. I heard his footsteps enter the bathroom and I used that time to slip into his room. My heart was racing. This is it.

I poured the last of the gasoline all over his room. The window, so he wouldn't be able to jump out, his bed so it would catch on fire and he'd be pinned to the wall. I heard the toilet flush, followed by the sink. Then finally, his footsteps coming into the door. He shut the door and didn't even notice me. He was half asleep. He was about to turn out the lights when I gave a cough. He jumped. And I smirked. My heart was pounding and my hands were sweating.

"J-Jade?" He was in shock.

"Hello, James." I said. He looked confused and scared at the same time.

"Wha-"

"Shut up. It's my turn to talk." I sneered. He sat on his bed but stood back up when he felt it wet. He smelled it and his eyes were wide open.

"N-no." He begged, and was that tears begging to form?

"You destroyed me. You rapped me. Y-you killed me!" I yelled.

"No. I'm sorry. Please..." He begged. Now he begs for forgiveness. He knelt down and begged me.

"Get up!" I yelled. Suddenly I blanked out. Everything he said, I could not hear. Instead the memories of how I begged and pleaded him to stop hurting me came back. And his evil grin and his smug look came back as he was on top of me. He has won too many things and he will not win this time.

"What about when I asked you to stop? Did you? Did you stop? NO! You kept on going. You ripped me apart. You took advantage of me and you left me bloody, broken and bruised on the ground. You took what you wanted and left me there. As if I were a piece of garbage." I said. Tears were now coming down my face. My body was shaking.

"Jade. I was stupid, I know. I just- you're right. I do deserve to be punished. But not like this. Please! I'll call the cops. I'll turn myself in! I'll do anything." He begged. I couldn't believe he was crying.

I nodded. And walked towards him. His body was shaking and I could see him sweating with fear.

"You're right. You do need to be punished. But I can't do this. I can't watch as you burn." I said. I walked out the door and shut it behind me. I heard him cry in relief. I said I couldn't watch him burn, not that I wasn't going to do it. I lit a match and dropped it on his door way. I ran as fast as I could away from the door.

"NO!" I heard him yelling. I went downstairs, and lit another match. I lit the trail I made and watched as it quickly caught on fire. I walked out the front door and lit the door as well. There was no escaping.

I heard his screams as I back away from the fire. It was funny, see it always has to end where is started. If it doesn't, then it isn't the end just yet.

And that's when it happened. I began to panic. What have I done? I was screaming with him, in terror and in shock. I couldn't breathe. It was like the air was taken away from me. Oh God. Oh god. W-what have I done? My body was shaking so much that I fell to the ground. I was hyperventilating and was so scared.

After a while I didn't heard his screams. It was all quiet, and a bit foggy because of the smoke. I watched as it burned, the flames tearing apart everything. I laid on the ground looking up at the stars terrified.

"Had your fun?" A deep voice said. I sat up and looked around. Adam.

"You think I didn't hear you and James talking? I heard it. I smelled the gasoline and I knew what you were going to do. So I left the house. Stupid girl, you just killed my best friend." He said.

I opened my mouth to say something but I could not say anything. I got up, my legs shaking and saw what he held in his hands. It glistened in the moonlight, silver and sharp. I looked around, the flames were still high and no one was around for miles. I survived this long and I am not about to die. I let out a small scream as I ran in the opposite direction. I glanced back to see him following me. But I ran and ran, through the woods. The leaves making cracking noises as I passed by. My breath was uneven and my legs were surely to give out. But I kept running. I made twists and turns and when I looked back he wasn't there. But I kept running down the hills and eventually ran all the way down to the lake that I never got to see. The lake I was promised to see way back in spring. The lake I foolishly came down to see. The water was shinning, small waves moved along as a gentle breeze hit the water. I looked around for any sudden movement. And then I saw him, he was looking around for me. I hid behind a tree and watched as he walked in the wrong direction. I stayed as still as possible.

For minutes it was completely silent, until I heard the end. Police sirens, fire fighters and ambulances were all at the house. I could see their lights. And I knew I wouldn't be rescued unless they saw me. I took one glance in each direction, checking if Adam was around. When I didn't see him, I took off running up the hill. I ran as fast as I could. My salvation was so close.

"Going somewhere?" Adam's taunting voice came out of no where.

I felt was my body collapsing on the floor and let out a loud scream. His filthy hands on my neck, taking the breath out of me. I kicked as my hands were searching the ground for something to use. But all I could feel were leaves and sticks. I used a stick and poked him in his eye. He cringed of the pain and fell back. I gasped for air as I tried to get up. I saw flashlights pointing in our direction. As I was about to shout for help, I felt a deep pain in my stomach. I fell back, my eyes roaming around. Adam's body on top of me as he repeatedly took the knife in and out of my body.

I only saw when his body was pushed aside by a bullet. The knife planted inside of me. I was spitting out blood and couldn't tell how many times I was stabbed. My body was shaking and I could not feel a thing anymore.

I heard distant voices and flashlights pointing at me. A policeman said something to me before smiling and yelling orders. Was he telling me I would be fine? Or when I died I would go to heaven?

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My eyes fluttered opened. There was nothing but a small beeping noise. I looked around and saw Andre sitting by my side. His head leaned back against a chair and his hands loosely holding mine.

"A-Andre." I called his name in a weak voice. My voice startled him but he was wide awake. He smiled at me and leaned closer to me.

"W-why are you here?" I asked.

"Because you need someone here. I've taken turns with Cat and Robbie. We were afraid you'd never wake up. Hang on, I have to call the doc." He said. I reached his hand when he tried calling for the doctor.

"What is going on?" I asked. The memories of what happened last night were still vivid in my head.

"Where's Beck and Tori?" I questioned though I was afraid of the answer. Andre sighed and sat down again.

"It's all going to be ok. You need to relax. Beck and Tori are fine. The bullet went straight into Tori's shoulder. And the other bullet only scraped Beck's head. They will be fine. They're just worried about you. We all were. No of use knew what condition you were in because the doctors refused to tell us. And you're dad said he didn't want us knowing until he got here. An-"

"Dad? My dad is here?"

"Well Jade, we needed an adult. Tori's parents weren't legally responsible for you. So they flew you're dad out here. We just wanted to know what was going to happen with you. But we had no answers. So when you're dad got here, we finally knew. Adam had tried to kill you in a fire but ended up killing James. And he chased you into the woods with a knife and stabbed you 10 times. Or at least that's what he said."

"He?" I replied. My heart speed went up.

"Yeah, Adam confessed. Police shot him twice and after his surgery he confessed in doing everything. He's headed for 10 years of jail." Andre said adding a small smile in the end.

I knew he meant it to be happy news but it wasn't. It was the worst news I had ever gotten. 10 years was not enough. 10 years means that in 10 years he would come out and finish what he started.

"Andre. No, h-he. Andre this is all wrong. He will come after me in 10 years. I need to get as far away as possible." I told him. He frowned.

"What?"

"I need you to do something for me. Please, Andre. I need you as a friend right now. Prove to me that you were the most loyal friend I ever had." I begged him.

I knew what I had to do. In that moment, I could not feel anymore sadness. I had asked a lot of him. But he nodded and called in my father. I told my father what I wanted to do, he said it was understandable and I had his consent. He went out and began to file out the reports, calling in doctors and searching up people that could help. Andre stepped back into the room as my father walked out.

"You mourn the loss of a friend. I mourn the loss of 5. All my friends and my true love."

"Do you even know what this will do to us?" He asked. I looked down.

"I'm doing this because I know he will come out and begin to search. I am doing this because I am going to live with that fear forever and I don't want you all to see me like that. I am doing this so you can learn to start over."

"And Beck?" Andre asked.

"Beck... Tell him my last words were, I love him." I cried. He walked further into the room and shut the door behind him.

"You know, you're just running away again. How can you be so selfish? Jade, I don't know if I can do this."

"Andre! You promised. I can't face it. You're right, ok? I am running away. I am selfish but I want to do this." I said. My decision was already taken action. My death would be today at 3 o'clock.

"I will be loyal, don't worry. I just wish you wouldn't push Beck away. This will break him even more." Andre spoke. He came over to me and hugged me one last time.

"Good-bye, Jade West." He said as he walked out the door. His tear drop laid on my hand.

Good-bye, Jade West.

Xxx 10 years later Xxx

"Angie, darling, are those designs ready?" A blond hair, tall and thin woman said as she walked in black pumps, cell phone in one hand and coffee in the other. Her pale skin almost as white as the snow.

"Oh, yeah. Here you go." The petite brunet handed her the designs for the next coming up fashion show. The blond mumbled a thank you when Angie called her.

"Hey, Sam, did you here that there is a huge protest going on in California?" Angie said. Sam paused and turned around.

"What are you talking about? A protest, about what? " Sam asked.

"Well about 10 years ago a teenager was put away after killing two other teenagers. He was sentenced to ten years in prison but tomorrow he is being released. Former friends of the victim Jade West started the protest and gained many supporters so that Adam wouldn't be released." Angie explained. Sam tensed up and walked over to the newspaper that Angie was reading from.

"It;s the biggest protest ever, I mean the ones who started it are all famous. Beck Oliver, Tori Vega and Cat Valentine are all actors and singers ever known. Andre Harris has his own music company, the best in the country and then Robbie Shapiro the ventriloquist and actor. Wow that girl would have been lucky, but she had to die. Poor her." Angie said before putting the newspaper down. Sam felt an overwhelming guilt.

"Hey, Angie. Cancel my meetings and take the rest of the day off. They're something I need to do." Sam said before going down to the lobby. She ordered her driver and was taken home to her house. New York was quite a sight, she loved it there. Winter was coming up again and she loved to wake up Christmas morning and see a white Christmas. After her funeral, her father had her replaced in New York and they gave her a new new. Sam Cornwelsh. She never sung another song nor acted in any plays. She studied fashion and one of New York's best designer. Her assistant, Angie, became her best friend. But she didn't know her true past.

Sam reached in her pocket and took out her phone. She scrolled down the number and pressed it to her ear.

"Hello?" The familiar voice soothed her.

"Hey, so I read..." She began. Tears coming down her face, what she wouldn't do to hug them. But it was too late. Beck had already had a girlfriend. Tori had married Andre and Cat had married off to Robbie.

"Yeah, Beck was the one that started it all. Actually we're heading to you're tombstone pretty soon. Beck's girlfriend wants to get married to him. Can you believe it?" Andre said. Sam smiled, knowing he could tell.

"Yeah well at least they can be happy right." She said.

"Beck said no. He told her that he loved her but that in his mind he was already married." Andre said. Tori's voice was in the background.

"To who?" She asked.

"To Jade West. To you." Andre replied. Sam sighed.

"I'm not her, Andre. You know that."
"It doesn't matter how many times you say it. You are Jade West. And to me, you always will be. Give me that to hang on to." Andre told her.

"Hey, who are you talking to?" Tori asked through the other line.

"Sam, my designer in New York." Andre told her. Tori said a quick hello to her and she pulled out er New York accent.

"I have to go. Bye, Andre." Sam said as her driver opened the door for her. She took in a moment and looked at her house.

"I'm home." She whispered as she walked away.

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AN- Happy Halloween. Trick you (: I didn't kill them. Your treat? The ending. Thank you for all those who read, followed and love this story. I really hope you love this story or like it. I am so nervous for you to read. Ok so, I will post up another chapter. But it's just thanks to all who review because I am that thankful. It will have nothing to do with the story. Just me mentioning you all and going on and on about how much I love you all. So yeah. Thanks again. Bye.