A/N This story is really hard to write…the guy is just quite frankly a psycho.

Thanks to all reviewers!

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone other then a few original characters and most of those are psychos who I really don't want to own anyway.

Looking back to that day I can't help but think that there were so many things I could have done, if I had lied to him, if I had just changed the descriptions, if I had just done something, anything, they could still be alive. But I didn't, I did nothing, and because of me, the students from my school and their families went through unspeakable horrors. He put me in charge, the ringleader made me make decisions, decisions no person should have to make, and because of me those people died. All because I wasn't smart enough, fast enough, good enough to save them.

Flashback

"You, come here." The head gunman said indicating to Courtney who had just finishing taking down the information for the people in her section.

"Yes?" Courtney asked.

"Yes, sir." The man replied.

"Yes, sir." Courtney repeated praying silently that he wouldn't kill anyone for her slip, and he didn't, at least not yet.

"And your name is?"

"Courtney."

"You're full name."

"Courtney Mariana Matthews-Corinthos." the ringleader raised an eyebrow at her last name.

"As in Sonny Corinthos?" She hesitated before answering him. "Answer, or I kill him." He continued effortlessly holding his gun on a small terrified four year old boy.

"Yes, sir."

"And is your brother here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Point him out to me." He commanded and Courtney panicked, what was she supposed to do?!

"No."

"No?"

"No, Sir."

"I do believe I'm going to like you, Courtney." He replied and the sound of her name on his lips sent chills down her spine. "Go and collect the lists from you're squad." The man whose name she would later learn was Jack Garrison finished. Courtney nodded and set about collecting the pads of paper from the other cheerleaders. "And now we shall filter out the unworthy ones in this section." Garrison said a grin spreading across his otherwise emotionless face. "Elena Smith, step forward." He ordered and a scared looking teenage girl stepped out from the line. Courtney knew this girl, she was quiet, kept to herself.

"Yes, sir?"

"According to this you have a B average, is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you're not involved in any activities?"

"No, sir."

"I see." Garrison replied before gesturing to a second gunman. And before Courtney could even blink, before Elena had time to register pain at the bullet entering her skull, she had hit the ground, dead. "It does not do to be average." He answered coldly in reply to the shocked and horrified faces. "Amanda Evan." A brown haired green eyed girl stepped forward and met his eyes defiantly.

"And what kind of grades do you make?"

"I make B's." She answered after a pause with a glare. He chuckled lightly.

"And do you do any activities?"

"Karate and Tennis." She answered. And Courtney's eyes widened slightly this was Robin's friend, the girl she took karate with as well as being her doubles partner. Courtney risked a glance at her best friend and saw Robin watching her brown eyes silently praying that her friend would survive this.

"Indeed…go sit over there Miss Evan." Garrison ordered gesturing with his automatic weapon toward the back wall of the gym.

End Flashback

If only getting sent to that wall meant survival, if only it had, but it didn't, it only meant that you would face a much different fate then the one those he found unworthy. Those who were sent to the back wall of the gym underwent a second questioning, and were given certain tasks to complete, and if they didn't finish they faced a much worse fate, but that wouldn't come until much later.

Flashback

"I have a job for you, Courtney." Garrison said in a voice that bordered on gleeful.

"Yes, sir?"

"Well, since you're so willing to protect you're brother, even when there was risk that I would have shot that little boy, I figure that you can make difficult decisions. Am I correct in that?" He asked and she was about to say no when he nodded to a fellow hostage taker. The man had his gun on Robin in a second and Courtney froze and nodded hesitantly. "Excellent. I have a job for you then."

"What is it, Sir?"

"You, my dear, are going to play with fate, so to speak, you're going to be my protégé, and you'll be picking who lives and who dies." Courtney could feel her jaw drop as she gape at the man who stood before her.

"…And if I refuse?"

"Then I kill you're friend one at a time, you watch, I do it slowly, painfully, and you can watch them bleed out on the floor, and I'll be starting with your precious Mr. Morgan, don't think I don't know all about you, I planned this, I knew how the game would be played, and therefore I researched my game pieces, you and your squad."

"What kind of choice is that?" Courtney demanded angrily her blue eyes flashing.

"It isn't. And this is what I love about you, my dear; you have a certain spark, a fire, and that is what will make you such a great heir to my new order."

"Do you honestly believe I'll swallow you're crap?"

"In time, for you see my dear, no matter how much you want to help all of these…" Garrison said gesturing toward the crowd. "You don't care nearly as much about them as you do about these." He finished nodding at her squad.

End Flashback

I sacrificed innocent people, I couldn't think, and all I could see was Jason dying on the floor, Robin bleeding to death, Sonny staring at me with pale lifeless eyes. It was too much, I didn't know what to say, and I couldn't stop it, I couldn't. I tried to stop him I did…and when I said no, he didn't like it so much. I quickly learned that refusing wasn't wise, refusing made things worse, and I could only pray that the police would get here before he killed them all. Three innocents had already died and he'd been there less then half an hour...many more would follow.

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