Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2004 08:59:54 -0500
From: GreenMeccatoon@aol.com
Subject: a hero in writing sequel to a hero in the hallways.

This story is fictional. If you are not over the age of 18 or are opposed
to this type of material please Do Not Read It. Also this story belongs to
Green and reproductions without permission are not allowed.

Hi this is my story A hero in writing. Volume 2 in The hero saga. I would
like to thank George Z for editing.

I dedicate this one for all of you people that responded me with your
comments about A hero in the hallways. Including you George z, Keith, Simon
and Madison-aysha who gave me the kick I needed to finish volume one. This
story is for Jonas.

A Hero In writing will take a different tune than volume 1. It will be
better please let me know what you think. Email me
Greenmeccatoon@aol.com. Please visit my
website. www.geocities.com/greenmeccatoon/

A Hero In Writing

By Green

Part 1 Connections

Prologue

"Where Is author Jonathan Williams? Thousands ponder as the sequel to
Hallway Hero, Hero Of Words, flies off book shelves across America. The
young author went into seclusion earlier this year due to unknown
reasons. Fans of the book speculate that this might be a marketing ploy to
sell the books and the movie." The host of one of those entertainment News
magazines blurted out. "We've gotten word from secure sources that the
author fears for his life, after a series of events that happened a year
ago."

"Hallway Hero the movie has crossed it's seventy million mark at the box
office, with it's second week at number one. sequel rumors are buzzing. As
very big name stars prepare to play the roles, we spoke to Melissa Browning
the actress playing herself in Hallway Hero. The actress has just been
nominated for best Supporting actress."

"Do you know where Jonathan Is?" The host asked Mel as they cut to her
interview.

"Yeah off course," Mel answered. "I just talked to him today. He's fine."
She lied.

"Is this a marketing ploy?"

"No. He's just deep into writing his next book he is really busy."

"There are rumors of a sequel. Is there an ounce of truth to that?"

I switched the channel. There was yet another magazine show speaking of me.

"We spoke to Craig Peterson one of the true life characters in Hallway Hero
at the premier."

"Where Is Jonathan?" The host asked Craig. "Are you still talking to him,?"
He didn't answer he just smiled and kept walking.

"There you have it folks. The mystery continues. For more updates visit our
website." I turned the V Off.



Chapter 1

Craig was completely out of my life. No matter how hard I tried he just
doesn't respond to me. I couldn't blame him. I was the one who left. I knew
I would regret it but it had to happen this way. I still don't remember
everything but what I did remember was significant enough for me.

"I can't say that my past actions were the best. In fact I can't even say
that I thought they were right. I left all I had to regain what was once
mine. I am alone and It was by my choice. I regret it yes but It had to be
done. I just hope that you have it in your heart to forgive me. I am back
in New York now. I know it's been at least a year since you saw me last. I
don't expect that you waited for me but I want to see you Craig," I said
into the phone. It's all I had left. I knew he listened to his messages.

My cell phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello? Craig?"

"Yes honey?" said Mel.

"Hey Mel how are you?"

"Hey mystery man. I'm fine I just got a role in a new movie."

"That's great Mel."

"I'm in New York. Can I come over."

"Can I meet you somewhere?"

"John you can't deal with your life like this. It's Over Helene is dead." I
kept quiet. I really wanted to tell her about the letter. "You need to let
people In. And this leaving in seclusion you've done that before
remember. It doesn't work." Yet this time The reason was my life.

"Why don't I meet you at your hotel."

"OK, John you win. Either way I have something to give you. I'm in room
seventeen on the seventh floor."

I put on a black hoodie. I made sure I had my mase and my cell phone. I was
headed towards the post office. I had moved from my old apartment. I
couldn't deal with what happened there. Every time I went by that place I
picture glass and blood in my mind. I had nightmares almost every night. No
one but my agent knows where I live. My agent bought my place under an
alias. I needed to seclude myself once again.

I wasn't safe and I knew that. Dominique could be anywhere so I kept a low
profile. I very rarely did interviews or book signings. I didn't tell
anyone about the letter that he sent me. I couldn't let them worry about
me. I took self defense classes. I even bought a gun and learned how to
shoot it at a shooting range.

I was extremely paranoid. My apartment was wired with an expansive security
system. There was a camera built into the door that was hooked onto a
computer terminal. There was motion sensors everywhere.

I put in the code before I shut the door. I looked back behind me to make
sure no one was there. I lived my life like this now. If there was any
possibility that Dominique was coming for me I wouldn't make it easy.

"She may be gone but I'm still here. Dominique." That one sentence made me
it's slave.

Hallway Hero crossed the seventy five million mark. The studio wanted to
buy the rights of my next book. It was stated in their contract that they
had first choice. My fans had bought the sequel in record numbers. Everyone
wanted more and more.

This time around Mel was the one that was famous. She was nominated for
numerous awards for her role in the movie. One of those magazines named her
this years rising star. Drew had also made it big with his band. Their CD
was a hit their new video had heavy rotation on the music channels on
TV. They were even allowed to play themselves in the Hallway Hero movie and
contributed to the soundtrack. My books were flying of the shelves and here
I was cowardly hiding from the world.

I once again lost myself In New York City. I always kept a low profile to
make sure nobody recognized me. I still occasionally saw somebody reading
my book. I was tempted to just go ever there and sign it for them but I
couldn't. I was no one now and until I knew I was safe that's who I'd be.

I hailed a cab and told him where to take me. I looked at the city as we
made our way to the hotel. I always loved the city at night. The lights
that Illuminated the empire estate building always had me
transfixed. Tonight they were red and green for Christmas. The lights shone
vibrantly in the snow and the purple sky.

"You going to meet your girl, Yes?" asked the driver in a thick accent.

"No, Just a friend." I answered as we passed Times Square.

"I have seen you before. Yes?" I nodded. "Yes I remember you. You are the
book writer. That book Hero in the hall."

"Hallway Hero," I corrected.

"My wife, she read your books. We just saw your movie. Fantastic."

"Thank you, but I really don't have a say in the movie making. I just
signed the contract."

"Hey can I ask you question?"

"Sure."

"What about this boy Dominique? What happened to him?" I froze. He
noticed. "I'm sorry am I crossing line with question?" Every time I heard
that name It made me uncomfortable.

"No your not crossing the line. I don't know where he is. I know he was
released but other than that I don't know." I replied as he pulled up to
the hotel.

"OK, I tell you what you sign my book and I give you ride no charge," He
said as he extended his copy to me. I signed it. "Thank you much," he said
as he pulled away. I looked over to one of the buildings there was a huge
billboard advertising The movie.

The news stations were going crazy and so were the message boards. Everyone
wanted to know where I was. There was a whole website with sightings of me
and pictures. Almost all of the pictures were fake but they had one of me
at the grocery store. I had my agent contact them and they removed the
picture.

I headed inside the lobby of the hotel. I headed towards the
elevator. There was a group of people on so I waited for the next elevator
to come. To my relief I was the only one this one. I got off at the seventh
floor and found room Seventeen. I hesitated to knock for a second. I took a
deep breath.

I saw someones shadow. I knocked. "I'm coming yelled Mel from the other
side." I knocked harder. I saw the shadow coming. "John are you OK?" she
had opened the door as I realized the shadow came from one of the cleaning
ladies. "John!" she said as she pulled me in to her room. She looked out
into the hallway.

"You freaked out over the cleaning lady?"

"I thought it was someone else."

"John how long have you been living like this?"

"Mel I'm fine. I have everything under control."

She looked at me for a second. I took her in too. "You look beautiful."

"Don't change the subject," she said as she eyed me suspiciously. "Thank
you. Now give me a hug." I held her close noticing Michael's journal on her
vanity. I always wanted to read it but I felt it wasn't my place. "Oh I
have to give you some thing." I watched as she grabbed the journal from the
vanity. "I want you to read this."

"Mel I," I began to say but she insisted.

"No John this is just as yours as it's mine. Here John."I stared at it
before I took it. "John It's not going to kill you." I froze. "Oh bad
choice of words."

"it's OK Mel. I'm just paranoid."

"I really don't see why.  I think you need to get yourself some help."

"No Mel seriously I'm OK," I said hoping that she would drop the subject
all together.

"What aren't you telling me? What's got you so spooked?"

"Nothing Mel It's just Helene and her death it took a lot out of me."

"No It's not that but you aren't going to tell me so let's go get dinner."

She had a limo pick us up. "Where are we going?" I asked as we pulled away
from the hotel.

"Oh this little place I know."

I watched the city in silent desperation as the limo drove us across
town. I wished I would have stayed home. At least I had control over what
happened there.

"Have you talked to Aaron and Meghan?" I nodded "They've been in the city
for a while and you still don't talk to them."

"I haven't had the time. With writing and all."

The limo pulled up to a fancy looking restaurant. Some photographers got
out of their cars and flashes surrounded us. "Shit," I thought as we walked
in.

"Surprise!" Yelled everybody I knew. I froze. I was ambushed.

I wanted to leave but he stopped me from leaving. That face. "Craig?" tears
were coming from my eyes. I couldn't believe it. I walked over to him. I
stopped when I noticed he was talking to someone and holding his hand. He
didn't even notice me.

"Happy birthday Son," said my father.

"Oh thank you Dad," I said as he hugged me.

Aaron and Meghan joined us. "I just read the book It's great." Said
Meghan. I smiled but I was really choking. There he was the love of my life
and he was there with somebody else.

"Have you seen the movie yet?" Aaron asked me.

"No I can't bring myself to," I stopped when I noticed Craig was looking at
me. "I can't go back to that."

"Happy birthday to you," Sang my mother from behind me. I turned to
her. She held a cake with a number two candle on it. I smiled. My mother
always put the wrong number on my birthday cakes. I blew the candle and
everyone applauded.

"You thought we forgot your birthday huh?" Asked Mel.

"No actually I forgot my birthday." That seemed to hit a sour note with
everyone. They just looked at each other. "Oh come on it's a joke." I lied
trying to brighten the mood. Everyone gave uneasy giggles.

We sat and ordered our food. Craig stared at me throughout the whole dinner
as I caught up with everyone. Meghan and Aaron were doing great In New
York. She had gotten a job in a local magazine and he was running a
skateboarding business in Brooklyn. Mr. Peterson sat next to me. "I hear a
rumor of a sequel," Joked Mr. Peterson. Mel just smiled getting his joke.
I smiled.

"You know I finally read that book?" said my father to my shock.

"Dad, you weren't supposed to read that." I Whined.

"Hey I wanted to read it this whole time."

"Dad you promised me. "

"I read it too said my mother," I couldn't believe it. "I never knew you
felt this way about these things John. I never knew it was that rough."

"Well I'm still here," I said as I looked over to Craig.

He seemed to understand and nodded his head. Then he looked back to the guy
he was with. That hurt. I excused myself and walked over to the bathroom. I
really just wanted a way out. I lost him forever now. I noticed an exit
door on the other side. I took it and walked away from the restaurant. I
pulled my hoodie close to me.

"John!" someone yelled. I hailed a cab. I got in as he pulled over and I
never looked back. My cell phone rang. I shut it off.

I had the cab pull over a block or so from my apartment. It was just a
precaution. I couldn't be to cautious. I felt the pocket in my hoodie to
make sure I still had the journal. I really wanted to read it.

My phone rang as I reached my apartment. I checked the caller id to see who
it was. It was Mel. I really didn't want to answer. There was three
messages on the answer machine. I pressed play.

The first message was my agent. He wanted me to meet with him about some
new contracts. The second was Mel. "Jonathan answer your phone. I cant
believe you left you son of a bitch. Call me." The third stopped me dead in
my tracks. "John, I want to talk to you. Call me John," said Craig's
voice. It took everything for me not to call him back.

"Too late asshole," I thought as I sat down and read Michael's Journal.

Chapter 2

From The Journal Of Michael.

Am I a lie? Are we all a Lie? I live my life in secret. Not the type of
secret you might think just the secret that will end my life. When you are
part of a social crowd you have to keep up an image.  Especially when it's
the popular crowd. My problem is that I am a part of two crowds. Two crowds
completely opposite from each other. My secret makes this all unimportant.

I would consider leaving one for the other but I had to much to lose on
both sides. What could I lose, you ask? Well I could lose my friends. No
really I mean that. Being with the punks I can be myself. I can play my
music and I can sing, I can be friends with Drew, but with the popular kids
I have to hide myself. I know what your thinking If it's so bad why do you
keep coming back? there are two people that keep me coming back. Mel and
John.

I imagine that these people I speak of will some day read this after I am
gone. So let me tell them that I have never met three people as special as
they are. Even though they tore me apart I will always be loyal to them.

I'm in love. Yes I'm in love with the most beautiful person I have ever
seen. If only she would notice me as much as she noticed him. Mel, The one
that took my heart, my life that was in love with John. Jonathan, Who was
Drew's crush.

"Why don't you tell her?" I think to myself every time I see you.

"What are you writing?" she asks every time she sees me writing here.  Her
red hair drove me wild. Those bright eyes and that beautiful smile.

"Just some home work," I would reply.

"Have you seen John?" she would then ask breaking my heart. I would
facilitate the heartbreak by pointing to John who would just happen to be
walking by us.

John. My friend. He was so far away from all of us. He was higher than we
could all be. So much popular than I could ever dream of. He was everyones
friend. The nicest guy you could ever meet.. He was untouchable to me. Too
perfect maybe. Yet as I realized these things I knew that Inside he kept
something. Yet he balances everything so well. Always moving. Always here
always there.

Then last but not least there is Drew. He was there for me and I was there
for them. I guess I should really say he was my best friend.  He was my
wing man when the populars weren't around. Of all the people I knew he
needed me the most. I was his rock. I hope that when I'm gone he would be
strong enough for himself as I was for him.

"Why would I be gone?" because my days are counted and I know that. I have
cancer and I am no longer living for me. I'm living for them. That's my
secret. Nobody but me knows.

"Hi guys," Said John as I write. "I want to run for president."

"That's a good Idea you know you would win," I said. He had a loyal
following. He was the prince of our court. The leader of the populars. As
far as I was concerned he held them in his hands.

"Yeah but I heard meatball is running. She would have my head," John Said
as the bell rang.

Why does drew put up with me? There he sat alone and bored as everyone
talked to their friends sharing extremely shallow versions of their
lives. He sat alone as I sat with those that ran this school. If it wasn't
for John and Mel I would be right over there sharing my shallow life with
him.

"Are you paying attention to me?" John asks breaking me away from my
writing.

"Yeah John I'm paying attention. Go on," I said. Yes go on share with me
your whole life. Share with me what you keep inside. Tell me why you ignore
Mel when she practically throws herself at you. Tell me why you are staring
at Charlie Ireson.

"Well I need at least fifty votes to qualify," he said but I was no longer
aware of him. Melissa Browning, the gorgeous Melissa Browning had just made
her way through the door of our crowded English class. She could stop time
and for me she often did.

"Hi John," She said completely ignoring me. Giggles came from somewhere
behind me as she sat next to John and not me.

"Mel am I that invisible? Am I not good enough to warrant an acknowledgment
that would make my day.  Do I not deserve to hear your voice say my name,"
I thought.

"Hi Michael," She finally said sending my heart an electricity jolt.

"Hi Mel," I shyly responded. Then the smile came. Somewhere across the
classroom I knew Drew was laughing at me. He would tease me for hours
later.

"Michael are you doing anything after school today?" Asked John. What could
I say? He had me in school but Drew needed me after school.

"Yeah I have to do something with my dad," I lied but it kept them from
knowing. Drew deserves my attention as much as they do. Even if he has to
wait.

I had to balance them. I feel myself breaking apart inside.  Like I said i
am living for them now. I know I wont make it till the end of the year. I
want to be there for all three of them. I want them to remember me at my
strongest.

"So how was your day?" I ask Drew When I meet him after school. He would
shrug. I know what that means. He's mad at me. "Drew what's wrong?" he
doesn't answer.

I See the bruises on his back as he takes his sweater off to change. It
hurts to see a friend in pain. "Michael can you hand me my guitar," He asks
knowing full well that I saw the bruises.

"He hit you again?"

"It's no big deal. It could have been worst," He said trying to change the
subject as he played a riff.

"Drew, you cant live like this."

"I have to live like this. I ain't rich like you are. I have nowhere else
to go. Now are you going to play or what?"

I tried playing but my heart wasn't into it. How could I let this happen to
him. Me that lives in the big house. "Drew if you want to you can crash at
my house tonight."

"No It's best if I go home. Plus your parents don't want me around you."

Yes my parents. Those bastards. They hated anyone or anything that wasn't
like them. "I can sneak you in through my window. They would never know."

"Hey I might be poor but I have my dignity. I am not going where I'm not
wanted. Thanks for the offer though."

Something in me kicked in. tonight I would play and sing like I never had
before. I am going to play away my feelings. I am going to play away my
pain.

Chapter 3

Where did this come from. I thought as I put the journal down. Tears were
coming from my eyes. Michael had written this. He was living for us. "I
wish I knew sooner,." I thought. I would have read more but it got to me.

I walked over to my bed and I got in. It was to much. Everything was to
much. Craig was to much. Michael's journal was too much. My life was too
much. I cried myself to sleep.

Sometimes I thought I saw him clearly. There he was the Love of my
life. Sometimes it's as if he's behind a smoky glass and he shuts off the
light. I can't get closer to him and I can't see in the dark.  Was he
punishing me?

I took a deep breath as I got off the elevator. The head of the studio that
produced the movie wanted to meet with me. We were In talks to produce the
sequel to hallway hero and he wanted me to be more involved with it's
production. I was ready to decline. I don't really want to be a part of
that and I really wanted to be as low profile as possible.

I walked over to the receptionist that escorted me to the conference
room. The head of the studios was there with several other important people
and the director. My agent sat on the other side with my lawyers.

"Mr. Williams it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Austin Smith." Said
the Director extending his hand. I shook it and smiled. I greeted the rest
of them and we sat to negotiate.

They had doubled the amount I was paid. They wanted me to have a cameo in
the movie as well. They also wanted me to write the script. They felt it
would give legitimacy to the story.

"OK we would like to be able to proceed but we have a minor problem,"said
my agent.

"What is that Arthur?" Said the head of the studio.

"My client would really like to be involved less than what you would like
him to be."

I explained it to them carefully leaving the part about Dominique out. They
seemed to understand. I would do the cameo at the end of their shoot but
that would be the extent of my involvement. I signed the papers and they
offered to take me out to dinner to celebrate. I declined and Left for my
apartment. That night on the news they announced the sequel.

I pressed play on my answer machine. "John call me I'm serious. I really
need to talk to you," said Craig's voice. It hurt every time I heard
it. The second message clicked on. "John this is Craig again. I was going
to go by your house but it occurred to me I that I don't know where you
live now. I called your agent and asked for the address but they wouldn't
give it to me. Call me John."

The third message was Mel. "How dare you leave. I will have your head for
this. Meet me tonight at my hotel. If you don't come I will have no choice
than to disown you."

I looked at Michael's Journal. I wanted to read from it again. I went to
pick it up but The phone rang. I let the answer machine take it. "Hey Open
the door It's Craig. I'm outside." I froze.

The phone rang once more. "John answer your phone please. Let me in I need
to talk to you. I won/t call again John."

I walked over to the door and looked a the camera screen. There he
was. Craig the one I would die for. He knocked on the door. "John I know
you can see me. Please answer the door. I need you to answer the door."

I hesitated a minute before I started to unlock the door. There he was
looking at me as I looked at him. I wanted him more than I ever did. I just
needed him to acknowledge me. I needed him to let me in. I needed him to
say yes.

"Come in Craig," I said he stepped inside I quickly closed the door.

"Nice dark place you have here John," He said. I took him in once more. He
was so close.

"Craig why are you here?"

He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. I already knew what it
was.

Chapter 4

Dominique sat alone in the middle of the room. The room was empty except
for one chair. And all of the papers he had thrown across the room. Yet he
liked it like this. Yeah he liked it like this. He was miles away from
where he was supposed to be and nobody cared. He was the key now.

"Ha," he screamed to himself.

Helene was gone. "The tormentor" as he called her. "I hated you, but I
tolerate family," he thought as he looked at the news paper on the
floor. It had Helene's face on it . Helene Mayer was shot down by the FBI
today after killing two detectives and a failed attempt to kill author
Jonathan Williams.

"John Williams, Author Jonathan Williams, who would have thought that
asshole could have made it this far," he thought.

Dominique got up from his chair and walked over to the window. "Oh Helene
would be furious if she knew," he thought.

"Time to go," he said to himself and walked out of the room.

Dominique walked onto the subway and headed towards Brooklyn. He had a few
people there that he needed to see. He looked at the piece of paper he held
in his pocket and waited as the train crossed the river.

His destination was a small Skateboarding shop in Brooklyn. He saw it
immediately as he stepped on to the platform. "Here goes nothing," he
thought as he made his way to Aaron's Skateboarding shop.

Aaron was talking to a couple of kids as Dominique walked in. Aaron didn't
notice him at first but when he did his eyes got wide.

"You and I need to talk," Said Dominique as he handed Aaron the paper. "I
didn't write that." Aaron looked at the paper and then back to
Dominique. Aaron pulled out his own piece of paper.