What do you think/ Does this make a good Prolouge? I'm Afraid it gives to much away.?

Prologue

I stood in Robbie’s strong arms, taking in with terror the sight over his back. It happened so fast, I didn’t even have time to gasp before the pale faced boy pulled out his gun and raised it so it was aimed square at my best friend’s back. No one else on the floor was aware of what was going on, as they happily went on with their various dates. Only I knew. And I was petrified.

“Not him,” he whispered. I shook my head.

“Don’t do this Jacob,” I mouthed

Robbie must have realized there was something wrong when I stopped dancing because he murmured, “What’s wrong?” into my ear and turned. Immediately, he shoved me behind him and turned to face his attacker.

“Put it down Marks.” Robert’s voice was cool and collected. I hung onto every word.

“Remember the story Meg?” Jake demanded. I knew what story he meant, and it chilled me to the bone. “We can be just like them. People-“ He looked pointedly at my closest companion, Robbie and then back to me “wouldn’t let them be together in life, so they had to die to be together forever.”

“Jake, I love you, but in a different way than the book characters. Your like my brother,” I answered nervously, clinging to the back of Robbie’s shirt.

By this time, others had noticed what was going on and there were hysterical noises and squeaks coming from all around. Some kids were trying to leave, but Jake pointed the gun in the air and fired. There were a few screams and then complete silence. The confused boy quickly pointed the gun at Robbie.

“Any one leaves, and I’ll start with your star quarter-back!” he screamed, then, he spoke to me, “Please Megan, we can finally be together forever.” He was on the verge of hysteria now.

I clasped Robert’s shirt even harder. Jake noticed. His eyes grew almost as wide as I’d ever seen them, and, in a way, he looked childish, like a little hurt and frightened seven year old who had just been told by his mom that there was no such thing as Santa Clause. “No,” he whispered. I’m sure that he saw the look in my eyes as I watched Robbie. It was the same look that gave away to my friends the way I truly felt about him.

Jake unlocked the safety. “Goodbye, Mr. Harding.”

“Marks wai-“ BANG!!!!!

The sound of the gunshot split the air. I saw Robert fall, holding his stomach. Then, I suddenly felt a dull pain in my leg and noticed the red liquid oozing from my guardian’s back. The bullet was lodged in my leg and suddenly, I fell on top of my friend, incapacitated.

I heard a piercing scream from right next to me and guessed it as my own. Everything went white in my vision, as I began to feel the pain consume me. I heard many gasps and a shuffling of feet followed by six more gun shots.

And then I heard a voice by my ear: “They fight, Paris falls. ‘These violent delights have violent ends.’”

Then one more shot, and all was silent.