A/N Hello, my lovely readers, I have missed you all quite a lot. :) I apologize that this was not posted on Saturday as specified by my schedule, but I am currently in Florida on vacation. I was packing on Saturday all day, and Sunday most of my day was spent in the airport. Thus, I fell behind on my updating. ;)

Thanks to all Reviewers!

Dedication: To the wonderful usaprincess242 for her review. :)

It's weird living through something like that day. After that it seems strange to ever be happy or normal, because really after you've seen so many people die or be injured or tormented , how can you think about going to the mall? I've tried to move on since then but it is hard to forget what happened or even to push it from my thoughts, I hope that by recapping these events I will finally be able to move on.

Flashback

The quantity of people in the gym had been far lessened, there remained around thirty people in the bleachers including Jason and Sonny who were sitting in the very back, as well as the twenty-four basketball players, six coaches, twenty cheerleaders, two referees, two announcers, and a concession stand employee.

Garrison had just gotten on the phone with the woman from channel seven, Kristen Hampton.

"Hello, this is Kristen Hampton, who am I speaking with?"

"My name is Walter Garrison." Garrison answered.

"I understand that you have a certain vision, Mr. Garrison, could you share that with my audience?" I could just barely detect the hint of revulsion carefully disguised in her voice.

"I plan to change the world for the better by eliminating the politically correct lie that everyone is equal." Garrison explained.

"What do you mean?" She prompted.

"Well, Thomas Jefferson wrote in the Declaration of Independence that all men are created equal, even though Jefferson himself didn't follow the maxim as he kept slaves. More recently, we are all taught in school to adhere to a doctrine not even believed by its creator or at least not carried out by him. The fact is that we are not all the same, some of us are better than others, therefore some people deserve priority, these better people should run the country. My experiment here today is just the first step to a larger world view." Garrison expounded promptly.

"What exactly is your experiment, Mr. Garrison?" Hampton questioned although she already knew the answer.

"Weeding out the week from my old high school. Right now there remain around ninty people in here with me, I've released some and eliminated others, by the time I finish I will have taught everyone a lesson they will never forget." Garrison replied pleasantly.

"I'm sure no one will be forgetting this any time soon." She replied evasively.

"That's all I ask for." Garrison answered. "Anyway, thank you for your time, I have work to be getting back to, I'm sure you understand."

"Are you sure there is nothing else you would like to discuss?" Hampton asked desperately, she clearly was attempting to keep him on the line for as long as possible, so that he couldn't return to his other past time. ie. killing people.

"Quite sure. Good-bye, Miss Hampton." Garrison however was having none of it and ended the call. "Now, let's get back to business." He continued turning to smile beatifically at the people in the gym. "I don't know about the rest of you, but this gym seems overcrowded to me. I believe it is quite past time to weed out some of the superfluous hangers-ons, wouldn't you agree, Miss Corinthos?" He inquired turning to me.

"Personally, I think it's delightfully cozy, precisely the right amount of people!" I exclaimed.

"Well, if you think so..." Garrison said hesitatingly. "I was going to allow a few more people to join your charming friend Miss Scorpio's uncle, but if you really think it's not overcrowded..." He trailed off.

"You know maybe it is a tad bit overcrowded in here," I said nodding my head in agreement.

"Oh, so you agree then?" Garrison asked.

"Yes." I said after only a brief moment of hesitation.

"I'll just fix the situation then, shall I?" Garrison said and without waiting for a response directed the last three rows of bleachers to stand up, and proceeded to call for every other person to stand up, this included Sonny, it did not include Jason. He ordered one of the guards to escort the fifteen or so people he had pointed out from the gym. This left just Jason and less than twenty other people in the bleachers. He had the remaining people file down from the bleachers and line up in front of him in a straight line.

I locked eyes with Jason, I had a really bad feeling about what was going to happen to him and the rest of the line. I was right. I wish I wasn't.

-End Flashback-

Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again
So I try to hold
On to a time when
Nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No I can't-How Could This Happen to Me, Simple Plan

A/N Review! Next chapter will have more outright Journey, as well as huge amounts of angst. Dude, and isn't Garrison totally screwed up in the head?