(Here is the sequel to my story, A Change of Heart. Warning, this is a rated M story for hostage, scary moments and a gruesome death. All younger readers of underaged readers must turn away now for your safety. This is only for older readers due to the content. Ally Drewood, Bud, Chad, Mikey, Harriet and David Drewood, Paul Gibson, Jerry, and the Golds Stars middle school belong to me. The Grant Mansion, Staybrook, and Rachel Jocklin belong to GoldGuardian2418. All Ben 10 aliens mentioned in this story belong to Cartoon Network and Man of Action. Special thanks to EmeraldMoonGem, and GoldGuardian2418 for helping me with the title of the story.)

End of Hate, Beginning of Friendship

It was late at night in downtown Staybrook, and Paul Gibson had just finished his fifth can of beer, doing nothing but watching the screen of his small tv set. The news was on but the drunken man had no intention of paying attention, his mind was already on the fritz from the beverage he consumed as well as the powder he inhaled up his nose to dull his senses.

Paul had been a man od failure after his divorce with the woman of his dreams, who in fact turned out to be what he liked to call 'No-good-nagging-bitch' who just would not stop worrying over their son, Chad. Chad Gibson was a problem child even after he was hit by a car several years ago. Chad did nothing around the house except hang around was his mom like a leech and would only mumble. ver since the car came and hit his son in the noggin, Chad got much worse than before. He was now what his father called a 'No-good-stupid-scum', doing nothing at all, literally nothing.

Just then, a loud knock came to the door and Paul groaned and cursed under his breath as he came to the door and opened it to see an older man with Chad, and the teen was covered in oil and dirt. "What the hell do you want, Jerry?" said Paul.

"What I want is for you to keep this scarecrow of a boy out of my garage. He was putting oil in places he shouldn't. Keep this boy under control or send him to the booby hatch." said Jerry as he pushed the teen inside. "Why do you even bother keepin' this kid around? He should be with his mama, 'cause she knew how to keep an eye on him a lot more better than you."

"That's my damn business, not yours, you old coot." Paul snapped and Jerry left with a huff, feeling sorry for Chad being raised by his alcoholic father. As the door slammed shut, Paul went to Chad and shoved him aside so he could get back to his easy-chair. "That's the world, Chad. The world is filled with nothing but assholes who won't stay out of anything. Now, get the hell out and clean up! I'm busy." Paul ordered and Chad nodded and left to his room.

"Assholes, the world is filled with assholes." Chad repeated under his breath, but he wasn't thinking about what the world was filled of at the moment. He was thinking of something else.

The room he had was filthy; dirty clothes scattered the floor, old magazines, bits of left over food, and fecal matter from the mice that came in to eat the left over food, and an old bed with no covers or pillows. Despite the look of the room, Chad didn't care about it. What he really cared about was a small box he hid in his drawer, and that was what he was getting at the moment. Sitting on the floor, Chad opened up the box and took out some photos, photos that had him and someone he loved. His mother.

Before all of this, he remembered about the times he had with his mother before she left. She was a tall, blonde woman who had a heart of gold. She was sweet, and understanding, especially to Chad. She was his only friend in the world. She helped him understand the world around him and tried to help him recuperate after the car incident a couple of years back. She was the only thing that he loved in the world, the best thing that he had. Ever since she and Paul had an argument over the mortgage and his excessive drinking, she had filed a divorce but lost the custody of keeping Chad.

"Mommy" he whispered as he smiled at the picture, hugging it close to him. But, that smile would not last for long. The door to his room suddenly opened and Paul stepped in.

"I yelled for you to get some beer and...What the hell?" The drunken man stared at the photos and saw Chad shaking in fear. "You are keeping pictures of that bitch without me knowing it? You son of a shit!" he roared and slapped at Chads hands and the pictures fell off and the drunken man grabbed the teen and pinned him to the bed and started punching him in the abdomen and face, cursing at him and slamming Chads head against the mattress.

After what seemed like hours, the beating stopped and Paul got up from the bed, staring down at the battered teen who was sniveling with hurt. "You best keep away from women. Women are whores, just like your mama." Paul growled and left the room, slamming the door.

That night, Chad had the most awful time sleeping, his damaged mind was unraveling all that had happened. The car...Bud...Mikey...Mother leaving...world is filled with assholes...women are whores...Ally. All of this came to his mind like a wild tornado, until he could not take it anymore. That was when his mind snapped, and everything went blank.

The next morning, Paul was still on his chair and the tv was now nothing but a broken set, the static fuzzing on the screen. HIs snoring was compared to an oncoming train, the noise dulling his senses as his son entered the kitchen and took out a long, kitchen knife, and came to him.

Paul was still snoring and snorting as Chad went behind him and held up the knife, clenching it tightly.

*Slash*

*Crack*

The body of the man twitched and the eyes opened and darted all over as the body dropped to the floor and twitch and writhe on the rug, blood gushing as the knife stayed inside the skull. After a few seconds the body finally settled in a fetal position and Paul was left staring at nothing.

Chad only looked at him with empty eyes and looked at the knife. The asshole was dead, one of many assholes that would soon be seen, and to kill. But there, was something else he had to kill, the one he thought was the one who started all of this.

The knife was not going to be of help, but then he remembered the toy in his dad's drawer. The toy that went 'Bang Bang Bang'.

Ally Drewood was busy packing up her note-book and folders from science class, and was now on her way to her favorite classroom. Art. Just the perfect class to finish up the school day and head home to complete the first week of the school years homework. She was just turning the corner when she saw the figure of Chad standing very still in the middle of the hallway.

Ally was hesitant to check if he was okay, mainly since he was with Bud and had hurt her several times, but she was curious as t why he was standing there. So, putting her fear aside, she went up to him and looked at his face. It was still, motionless and blank.

"Chad, are you alright?" she asked slowly.

No reply.

Ally was still concerned but knew that she had to get to class, so she turned and left.

That's when Chad reached into his pocket and pulled out the gun and fired multiple shots at various student's, but miraculously, all the students were not hit, but all the students started to panic and race for safety. Ally was also caught in the cross fire and tried to get away, but felt a strong tug on her hair and saw that it was Chad, pulling her hair and dragging her down the hallway and into the kitchen, shooting at the staff to scare them off, which worked as the lunch ladies screamed and ran. Making sure no one was around to stop him, Chad barricaded the door, and after that he grabbed Ally by her hair and pointed the gun at her head.

"Women are whores. World is full of assholes." Chad said and Ally was scared for her life. She started crying for she was now afraid that she was going to die in the hands of this maniac.

The rest of the school managed to escape the building and call the police department for help. The police and S.W.A.T team made it to the middle school and so did the local news station. While all of this was going on, Mikey was very scared, especially for Ally. He knew that he couldn't do anything to save her, but then he knew someone who could. The aliens.

Mikey knew that the aliens didn't like him, but he still had to warn them. He now raced out of the school parking lot, running down the road. He didn't know where the aliens lived, but he hoped to find them somewhere. Suddenly, he saw one of the aliens, the huge red one with four arms tying up some crooks for the cops. He ran over. "Hey!" he said.

The alien turned to him and grabbed him. "You've got some nerve, punk." he said.

"Please! I'm not trying to cause trouble!" said Mikey.

Four Arms only growled as he grabbed the boy and ran to the mansion. Mikey was really scared now as the Tetramand walked into the living room where several aliens were, some he recognized from prior encounters. They all looked angry.

"You're one of the boys that's tried to hurt Ally." said Heatblast.

Mikey was scared, but had to tell them what was going on. "Look, I came to warn you. Ally's in trouble!" he said.

"Why should we believe you, baby man?" growled Rath as he showed his teeth and that terrified Mikey.

"It's true! Chad has a gun at the school! He's got Ally!" he said.

"What?!" asked a shocked voice as Rachel came in and went up to the boy that Four Arms put down on the floor. "Who are you?"

"Mikey," he said. "Yeah, I was one of the bullies that tried to hurt Ally, but you have to believe me! Chad is going to kill her! He's got a gun! I don't know where he got it or why he's doing this! Please, you have to help her!" Rachel was unsure, but then the show that was on was interrupted by the news report.

"This just in, a student from the Gold Stars middle school has snuck a gun inside the school and shot at the occupants inside, and has captured one of the students. Police have confirmed that the identity of the hostage is Allison Teresa Drewood, as well as the identity of the student who is holding her hostage. Chad Harrison Gibson is the identity of the student, and is also the one who murdered his father after the body of the man was discovered in his apartment later this morning. The police on the scene were able to find the teens fingerprints on the knife that was found punctured in the mans skull."

Everyone froze in shock at what was going on. "I told you! I told you! He does have a gun and he's going to kill Ally if you don't do something!" Mikey pleaded with Rachel. However, their attention was now abruptly drawn by Feedback, Four Arms, Rath and Big Chill as the ran tot he front door. Rachel quickly stopped them.

"Guys! You can't go out in public." Rachel told them.

"But, Ally's in trouble! We have to help her!" Feedback snapped, and the others nodded their heads.

"I know, but I can't risk you getting caught and getting you all into trouble. Most of the city of Staybrook doesn't even know you exist and may not understand." Rachel explained but Four Arms pointed to something behind her.

"That's not stopping him."

Rachel turned and saw Heatblast propel himself to the sky and he flew off in the direction of the school, leaving Rachel and the others behind. He was going to save Ally, even if it means blowing his cover.

Meanwhile, Chad was still holding on to Ally as he heard the sound of wheels and electronic form the outside of the kitchen. The S.W.A.T team had deployed a robot so that they can talk to Chad and convince him to let go of Ally and surrender, but it was not working.

"No! Women are whores! World is full of assholes!" Chad shouted and tightened his grip on Ally, who whimpered in fright.

From outside, the voice of the police from outside the building were transmitted to the robot. "Chad, please let her go. She did not do anything to you. We can help you." The words had no effect. Chad's mind was in a twisted bundle of confusion and fear. The images of his father beating him kept coming back to him and he started to make braying sounds like donkey and tear up, which Ally noticed.

"Chad, please don't do this. I know you're scared and so am I. Let me go, and the people will help you." she tried to comfort him, but Chad suddenly wailed and pulled her closer and press the barrel of the gun harder to her head.

"Mommy?...Mommy?...Daddy don't hurt me...No!..." he wailed in insane cries as he finally stood up with Ally still in his grip and started to drag her further into the kitchen when suddenly a blast was heard from above. Bricks and foundation fell from the ceiling and fire coated the sides of the hole as Heatblast came into the room.

"Heatblast!" Ally cried to him.

Heatblast saw the gun and knew he had to be careful, so as to not make Chad fire the gun.

"Put the gun down. There is nothing that you can do. Let her go and you will get help." Heatblast told the teen, but Chad continued to bray uncontrollably. That's when Chad bared his teeth and was now in killing mode, ready to pull the trigger.

*Fwoosh*

Heatblast fired a small fireball at the weapon and the gun fell out of Chad's hand, only to have his hand burned in the process. Ally took the chance and ran to hr friend who took her into his arms in a big hug.

Chad was now cringing in pain as he looked at the scene before him. That scene reminded him of the picture he had of his mother...mother...mother.

Heatblast then looked back and saw Chad reaching out to a long carving knife, and tried to stop him, but got the complete shock of his life. As he and Ally watched with horror, Chad took the knife...and slit his throat...blood streaming from the open cut.

Ally screamed in terror and Heatblast gasped in shock. Chad had killed himself.

Ally was now on the ground, holding herself in a curled up position, her eyes glassy and wide-open. She was in a catatonic state, mostly due to Chad's suicide. Heatblast knew that he had to get her out and get her to the authorities, all without exposing himself.

That's when the banging on the doors were heard. The S.W.A.T team were on the outside banging on the door with a pole that was used to break down doors, after not hearing anything after Chad had his outburst. Heatblast realized that help was now close and Ally would be okay. All he had to do was leave and hope that Ally would be alright.

The S.W.A.T team managed to break in and escort Ally out of the kitchen and to a waiting ambulance where her parents were waiting, and far up in the sky, Heatblast watched as the car drove to the hospital and prayed in his mind, in his heart, that his surrogate little sister would make it.

*Authors Note*

(Whew! What a rush! I will have the second part uploaded soon for all to see if Ally will make it. Sorry if I scared you and left you in suspense. Sparkling Lover out.)