AN: Hey people. So here's chapter 17, and we're going back just a little before Kyra shows up at Andre's house with a gun. Only this time, we're gonna see some of Tori's POV, while she, Beck, and Cat are on their way to Andre's house. So yeah, that's it.

By the way, just to let you all know, my updates will probably take longer than the previous ones, like this one did, and I apologize. The thing is, school's back in session, and I'm in grade 12 this year, so yeah. Like I've stated numerous times though, I promise I will NOT abandon you all. Anyways, hope you like this chapter! :)

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Mysterious Miracle

Tori's POV:

"Hey Tori? Tori!"

"Huh? What?" I snapped out of my thoughts, and looked over at Beck, who was in the driver's seat of his car, while Cat sat in the back.

"I said, I think you should go see Andre alone first. After all, that song you wrote him, I think it should be only you and him there when you sing it. If anyone else is there, it might ruin the mood," Beck replied.

It took me a moment to get back on track. All this car ride, my mind's been completely occupied on what I should say to Andre upon first seeing him, and when I should sing him the song. Never before, had I ever thought I would dread a visit to my best friend's house. If this was any other day, I would be absolutely dying to get there, and I would simply give Andre a big hug when I first saw him. But this wasn't just any other day. In fact, this could be the last time I would ever have any sort of conversation with Andre. Maybe he'd even switch schools to avoid me after this. After all, I had almost gone back to my old school after having an unpleasant encounter with Jade my first day at Hollywood Arts. I would have, if Andre didn't stop me. But this was different – that time, I wasn't leaving because Andre had hurt me. But I had hurt him. Me, Beck, and Cat. Three of his five best friends. Maybe if he chose to leave, Jade would be convincing him to stay. How ironic that would be.

But did I really have such a thing to worry about? I mean, he'd in a way be being a hypocrite, wouldn't he? I still remember what he had said to me that day – one of the few sentences that made me think twice before leaving.

"You're really gonna quit on your first day just because of one mean girl?"

Well, okay, this wasn't Andre's first day, but hey, the rest applies. Kind of, if I was the mean girl. Which I was. How ironic. I was first the victim, and now I was the suspect to the person who had supported me all this time, and lent me his shoulder to lean on whenever I needed it. Then maybe, I was more of a hypocrite than anyone here. And now, I deserved Andre less than Jadedid. Jade! Who, if I was a character in a T.V. show, would be my antagonist!

"Yeah, sure," I muttered back to Beck, after I had finally gotten my thoughts to quiet down enough for me to at least half acknowledge his question. Really though, I felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of being in Andre's house alone. I wanted someone to back me up. But I knew that Beck was right – the song was personal, and meant for Andre only. And it would most definitely ruin the mood if anyone else was there. That is, if it creates any mood at all. And if it does, I certainly hope it is good mood that it creates. To be honest though, I'll be darned if I could earn Andre's forgiveness this easily, let alone win his heart back. Now, the song wasn't exactly easy to write, I'll admit, but at this point, I'll be amazed if I could earn Andre's forgiveness at all. And even if I do, I would feel bad, because he would be being too ice. Heck, I almost wish I could do something like save him from getting seriously hurt right now, so I could prove to him that I was heroic, not villainous to him.

"Hey, uh, Tori?"

I looked back up. "Yeah?"

"Look."

I followed to where Beck was pointing. My eyes widened and I gasped as I saw the door to Andre's house open, and a tall, familiar-looking brunette figure holding a gun, pointed at Andre.

Kyra.

So she managed to get away from the police after all. Dr. Reed wasn't kidding when he said she was a very tricky and evilly clever girl. And this time, add armed to that list. Armed with a lethal weapon to say the least.

My heart raced, as I struggled out of my seat belt and pulled the car door open, ignoring Beck's protests, and escaping his attempts at grabbing my arms. I had to stop her. Whatever it took, I wasn't gonna let that bitch hurt my Andre. Not after what he had to go through already. Even if I didn't know how, even if I might get hurt myself, I had to stop her. And I would. Somehow.

Though I was strictly resistant to Beck trying to stop me, he did follow. Tiptoeing closer, we hid ourselves behind the wall of the house, as we peeked around the open door, at Kyra and Andre. Andre was leaned up against the wall, his eyes wide, and his chest heaving up and down rapidly in breaths, while Kyra had a threatening glare on her face, as she held the gun, pointed at Andre, her right index finger looming dangerously near the trigger.

My heart pounded rapidly in my chest as I watched the scene. So rapidly, that I was afraid Kyra would hear me from over there. And if she just happened to look behind her and saw me, then who knows what she would do to me, especially after she tried to kill me in the hospital a few nights ago. And who knows what she'd do to Beck. Luckily though, Cat was sitting in the car, as Beck told her to. Out of all of us, she was probably the easiest one to hurt.

"W-What do you want from me?" Andre stuttered, his hands in front of him, as if he was gonna shield himself from the bullets that way.

"What do I want? You ask me what I WANT?!" Kyra yelled at him, making us all flinch. "I want YOU!" She pointed a finger at him as she said that last part. This girl clearly didn't deserve any boyfriend, not even Sinjin. I mean, sure, she definitely had the looks, but no one should have to endure with her wrath.

Andre spoke up again, in that same frightened voice, that was barely above a whisper. "W-We've been o-over this, K-Kyra. W-We were d-done a w-while ago. I-"

"What are you saying?!" Kyra continued to yell at him. "Accept being mine, or accept death!" She put her index finger on the trigger of the gun.

Andre opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, I rushed in and tackled Kyra to the ground, in case she could make another move, making her drop the gun. The next thing you knew, we were rolling on the ground with each other, punching, scratching, and trying to get ahold of each other's hair. Meanwhile, I could hear shouting in the background, but had no time to think about it. All I was focused on was, well, I didn't even know exactly. All I wanted was for Kyra to not hurt Andre.

I briefly caught a glimpse of Andre standing there looking at Kyra and I, and mouthed the word "run" to him, before refocusing on the problem at hand – Kyra. That didn't last long though, as one punch in the stomach from her, and I lay there in pain, her on top of me. When she got off me and I was finally able to open my eyes and sit up, I flinched as I saw the scene around me: there was a broken plant pot on the floor with soil all around it, broken glass from the glass stand, the tipped-over wooden legs of the stand which looked pretty broken themselves, and a few knocked over chairs. But none of that made me flinch, because the worst sight of all outdid all of it – Kyra had the gun in her hand again, and she was pointing it directly at Andre, who was handcuffed to a chair with duct tape covering his mouth, a cruel smirk on her face this time. Even I had to admit, I was pretty impressed at how fast Kyra was. I didn't know how long it took me to sit up, but I knew that she was fast.

"Thought you would be safe, eh Andre honey? You're not supposed to be alive even. Thought I took care of you in the hospital. But I guess not. Oh well, no time like the present." And with that, she placed her finger, and began to curl it around the trigger.

A wave of adrenaline rushed through me as I stood up to try to tackle her again, but tripped as soon as I fell down. I couldn't move my legs. Looking down at them, I saw that they were tied up. And when I tried to open my mouth, I found that it was also taped shut. When did all this happen? How did it happen without me noticing?

Looking back at Kyra, I saw her looking at me this time, her smirk growing wider. "Nuh uh, you're not stopping me again. You're not supposed to be alive either," she said to me, in that evil voice of hers. "And just to make sure you don't interfere, you're gonna get the treatment first! Followed by your friend!" She pointed the gun at me, while indicating to Beck, who was sitting beside me, his legs also tied up with rope, and his mouth also covered with tape.

I tried to scramble away, but couldn't. It wasn't that my legs were tied up so much as I was frozen with fear. Frozen, rooted in place. With Kyra pointing a gun at me. And as if in slow motion, her finger started to curl around the trigger.

This is the end, I thought. Goodbye, cruel world.

I closed my eyes and inhaled one more breath after taking a final look around, and waited, with the last thought I would probably ever get to think in mind: At least this might make Andre happy.

Then, as expected, the gunshot rings out. But to my surprise, I feel nothing. In fact, all that my senses pick up is the sound of shattering glass, followed by a thud. Like someone just fell over. Someone that wasn't me, since I was already on the floor.

Wait – someone that wasn't me? Who then?

My eyes snapped open, as I rapidly took a look around me, and my eyes widened in surprise. To my relief, Andre is still sitting in the chair he had been handcuffed onto, trying to struggle out of it. Beck sat aside, like me, also trying to struggle out of Kyra's trap. But the third sight shocked me to no end.

In the middle of Andre's living room, on the carpet, right beside Beck, lay Kyra. Her eyes were closed, and her chest rising and falling extremely slowly and in long intervals. And the gun she was holding lay right beside her, her right hand's fingers uncurled.

My mind began spinning with questions. What just happened?

AN: Phew, none of them got shot by crazy Kyra. What a last-minute miracle! But hmm, what in the world could have happened to her? How did she suddenly fall over unconscious? Mysterious to say the least. Stay tuned to find out. In the meantime, tell me what you think! :)