Silent Night

Ryan Evans stared out at the golf course his dad owned. He sighed. Who am I kidding? He thought ruefully. His heart felt heavy, even though he had won the Star Dazzle Award two nights before. Still, for a reason he doesn't know, he felt depressed. Ryan looked down at the song he had written. It made him even sadder. Very softly he sang the words:

I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a hero's welcome
Would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be

I'll be there someday
I can go the distance
I will find my way
If I can be strong
I know every mile
Will be worth my while
When I go the distance
I'll be right where I belong

Down an unknown road
To embrace my fate
Though the road may wander
It will lead me to you
And a thousand years
Would be worth the wait
It may take a lifetime
But somehow I'll see it through

And I won't look back
I can go the distance
And I'll stay on track
No I won't accept defeat
It's an uphill slope
But I won't lose hope
Till I go the distance
And my journey is complete

But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero's strength is measured by his heart

Like a shooting star
I can go the distance
I will search the world
I will face its harms
I don't care how far
I can go the distance
Till I find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms

I will search the world
I will face its harms
Till I find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms

Yes, Ryan decided, the song was very sad.

Why am I so upset? He wondered. Maybe I should just throw the song away and forget about it.

Ryan got up and started walking towards the club. When passing by the locker room, however, a hand snaked its way and clamped down on his mouth. Ryan struggled for a moment, then opened his mouth wide and bit hard on the hand until he tasted blood.

The person cursed loudly, then lunged at Ryan again, who was, by now, running down the hall. Everyone had gone home for the day, and the club was empty except for the club members. Ryan knew that he could always wake them up, but his dad would be pretty mad if he did.

So caught up in running, and his own thoughts, Ryan almost missed it when he rammed into another body.

"AAAAAUGHHHH!!!!!" Ryan screamed. It was yet another masked figure with a black suit on. Ryan had ran head first into his stomache. Very slowly, Ryan looked up.

"Hey, Ry," He said menacingly. "Remember me?" He took off his mask. Ryan's eyes widened as he recognized his attacker.

"You..." he whispered. Ryan felt sick. Him...

"Ryan?" Sharpay, Ryan's sister called. "Hey Ryan? It's almost 11. What's all that noise?"

"No, Sharpay," Ryan pleaded. "Go back. Get Mom and Dad. Call the police, tell them that-"

Ryan was cut off when the now unmasked person struck his gun on his head. Ryan fell to the floor, obviously unconcious. Blood trickled down his temple.

When Sharpay saw this, she turned and took off again to her room. The masked people ignored her for the time being, and paid attention to the unconcious heap at their feet.

"We can't risk it," The second one said. He was the one Ryan ran into.

"No, we can't." The other agreed. "The brat's sister saw your face. She can describe you to the cops."

"Then should we just kill him now?" asked the first one. The other shook her head.

"Our orders were to bring him alive. We can't do that right now. We'll come back tomorrow."

With that, they raced off into the night, leaving behind a scared, awake, Ryan Evans.

Yes, I am evil. There are no boring scenes in this fic, I promise. The song is Lucas Grabeel's (Whaddoya know!) Go the Distance. Don't you just love that song? I found it on youtube.

P.S. I will update soon, but I am working on my story The Secret of Shadow Cay.