A/N I'm so sorry about the wait, please forgive me and continue to read and review.

Thanks to all reviewers!

Disclaimer: I own nada.

Dedication: To Ella, for being a faithful reviewer for not just this story but many of my others.

It's been several months since that way and I don't think I'm over it yet, I don't think I'll ever be over it. I thought I was okay with bad situations, I mean my brother is a mob boss my boyfriend is his hit man. But I was very, very wrong, because knowing that your boyfriend kills people who were horrible anyway and seeing someone kill people for sport or because he doesn't think they're good enough for some kind of sadistic world he imagined in his head is another thing entirely.

Flashback

Courtney blinked at her surrounding in a growing sense of horror; the bodies of students, people she'd known and several that she didn't, littered the floor; most of them dead, several of them dying. Garrison surveyed the carnage with a look of pride and the blonde was tempted to throw up. She swallowed down the bile rising in her throat as he turned and approached her once more. "So, Courtney," The sound of her name on his lips sent shivers down her spine "are you ready for the next phase of my plan?" Courtney wanted to scream that no she wasn't ready, that she'd never be ready, she wanted to cry, cry until she ran out of tears, she wanted to run, run away and keep going, but more then anything she wanted to march up to him and punch his stupid face in. But Courtney didn't do any of those things. Instead she just nodded mutely and waited for him to continue. "As you can probably tell I've finished with the first two rows of bleachers, which of course leaves eight more." Courtney nodded again wondering where he was going with this. Garrison was about to continue when the sound of sirens sounded like a beacon of hope to the terrified people in the gym. "It would seem," Garrison paused glancing around the gym. "that we have company, but never fear, this won't interfere with my plan." The man taped his chin presumably thinking as he waited for the police to start trying to negotiate. After ten minutes of the people in the gym waiting with baited breath the sound of a megaphone sounded clearly from outside the gym doors.

"This is the police. Come out with your hands up." The worried voice of Robin's uncle Mac Scorpio resounded through the gym. Garrison smirked shaking his head in amusement and then abruptly spun around grabbed Courtney by the arm extracting a startled gasp from the head cheerleader. He then proceeded to drag her toward the main doors of the

The parking lot of the high school was a flurry of activity; ambulance workers, police, administration from the school, reporters, and family of those inside gathered outside. Courtney swallowed and squinted against the bright lights of the spotlights the police had set up. "Nobody come any closer." Garrison commanded a smile on his face as he held the gun pressed to the cheerleader's head with bruising force.

"Let her go and put your hands on your head." Mac commanded futilely.

"I think not." The hostage taker said coolly. "The ball as they say is in my court." Mac frowned at this but didn't speak.

"What do you want?"

"I like most people want a lot of things, but I suppose you want to know what I want to release the hostages such as your lovely nice Robin, I'm quite fond of her you know, almost as fond as I am of Courtney." The hostage taker taunted. "Hmm, maybe I'll keep them both, what do you think, Courtney?" Garrison asked glancing at the blonde briefly before looking back at Mac.

"Let us send a phone in for negotiation." Mac said pleadingly.

"Nope, I believe I told you to stay put." The man said grinning sadistically. "Tell you what though, I'll let you call me on your precious niece's phone, isn't that nice of me, Courtney?" Garrison asked. "I believe that's quite enough chit chat for now. You may call in twenty minutes no sooner, and no later, and if any phone besides Robin's rings I shoot the owner of said phone." The man finished before dragging Courtney backwards into the gym.

End Flashback

That's about when things really started to get bad, I had thought that the police arriving on the scene would mean that we would be freed soon, God, how naïve was I? It only meant that Garrison had more people to place with in his sadistic little game. I still hear the screams of those he killed every time I'm alone. A part of me died that day with all those students, parents, and other spectators and I'll never get it back.

A/N Well, review please.