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Scene Ten: Lifeline (FINAL SCENE)
Topic Started: Nov 18 2009, 09:48 PM (515 Views)
LadyRahl
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With an urgent, pitiful stare,
I see panic in those eyes.
I see you lying there,
thinking this was the last time
If you hear a distant sound,
And some footsteps by your side.
When the world comes crashing down.
I will find you if you hide.
If you wish it, wish it now.
If you wish it, wish it loud.
If you want it, say it now.
If you want it, say it loud.
We all make mistakes.
And turn it out.
If you want it, I want to.
We all make mistakes.
Here is a lifeline
if you want one too.
There's a field near the dream.
I watched it grow with brightest eyes.
I watched us all reach out and read.
Feel the strength as we touched the sky.
If you hear a distant sound.
and some footsteps by your side.
If you feel like coming round.
I will take you for a ride.If you wish it, wish it now.
If you wish it, wish it loud.
If you want it, say it now.
If you want it, say it loud.
We all make mistakes.
And turn it out.
If you want it, I want to.
We all make mistakes.
Here's a lifeline.
If you wanted one too.
Oh.
You know that I want to….

Lyrics to: Lifeline
Preformed by: Angels and Airwaves


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Journal Entry
October 30, 2011


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A fucking penguin suit? You’ve got to be kidding me.

I remember when she told me that I just about died. Me… in a tux… okay granted, women wait for this day like their entire lives and paint it out to be picture perfect with roses and candles and froofroo drinks with little cocktail umbrellas, okay that might be a little much. She might want it to be traditional, but thank the Gods that she’s subtle.

Well… mostly subtle.

I mean look at who we’re talking about.

But yeah, tomorrow is the big day, and I’m telling you, I couldn’t be happier. I might stand up there looking like I’m going to ralph my spaghetti marinara all over myself but yeah, honestly man, I couldn’t be happier. Maybe for the first time in the last, well my entire fucking life I’ll actually sleep well. I mean how could I not? Laying beside the woman I love? My angel? The love of my life? The woman that I fought so fucking hard to be with?

I love her.

More than God in Heaven I love her… and I just wanted that on the record, in case I pass out and die cracking my skull open on the alter or some shit. You never know. Some might think that this God dude is a good guy, but I think he’s got a pretty fucked up sense of humor.

I love you baby.

If I have a heart attack tomorrow, or a parasite eats my brain, or a fucking comet hits my head taking it off my body in some really cool dramatic fashion, I just want you to know that. Since they day I fucking met you I knew you were the one, I was just too fucking stupid to realize it.

But yeah… how better to end this book than with a bit of good fucking news?

Over the last three months, while she’s been going postal organizing the town for tomorrow, I’ve been sitting here trying to write this damn book and tell people exactly what happened to us. Stories, stories are important. Maybe one of the most important things out there because they tell you history, they tell you about the fallen that died struggling for a better world. They remind you how precious life can be. They remind you… they remind you of your mistakes, in the hopes that you don’t repeat them but most of all, stories give you hope.

That’s what this book is supposed to do, or at least that’s what I think it’s supposed to do. Go out there, to you, off in the wilderness and let you know that not all is lost. The bad guys don’t have to win and there is still fucking awesome people in this fucked up and twisted ass world of ours. There’s hope for a better world. Hope for, fuck I can’t believe I’m going to fucking say this. Hope for a better tomorrow.

I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.

Really shouldn’t have eaten those nachos.

But here’s the best fucking news of all. You ready for it? Gods knows I wasn’t when she told me, I threw up on my shoes and passed out.

I’m going to be a father.

How fucked up… and yet… fucking awesome is that? It’s only the BEST news ever. Scary as hell but, I don’t know man, life couldn’t be better.

So yeah, pack up the family and come on up.

To quote none other than Tangina, “All are welcome… all are welcome…”

(only a lot less fucking creepy)


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Cat/Dominica/Bridgette/Rita
June 4, 2011
Radio Station


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“Bridgette! Move!” Dominica cried covering her head as she ducked, bullets hissing through the air around her. The plan had been simple, but then again the plans always seemed simple until they were put into effect. On paper everything looked good but in reality, well in reality there were far too many variables to be accounted for. She’d learned that in battle, plans only went one of two ways. They either went swimmingly, or they turned into a giant clusterfuck.

The latter of the two was what they were currently facing.

She and Rita had been supposed to take up in the abandoned building across the street from the station. They were to shine their flashlights around, bang into a couple of things but they were to do it subtly so, so that the guards outside the radio station would think that they were setting up a new headquarters and come to investigate giving Cat and Bridgette time to slip into the station, take it over and barricade themselves in.

They’d counted on Bathin’s desire to capture the two of them to keep the guards from assaulting the building blindly and that was where they’d made their mistake. Apparently Bathin had gone from wanting them captured to just plain old wanting them dead. Bullets had immediately flown through the windows, followed by more than one grenade. From out of the window Dominica had seen Bridgette start shooting at the guards and Cat run out into the street, grab a grenade that hadn’t made it through the window and whip it back at the guards seconds before it exploded.

A bullet had hit Cat though, spinning him around like a rag doll and sending him down to the ground where he wasn’t moving. If he was alive or dead, Dominica didn’t know and right now she and Rita were just trying to avoid being blown up.

“Fire in the hole!” Shouted a voice from outside.

“Dom!” Rita yelled, grabbing Dominica’s arm and yanking her out of the room.

Outside, Bridgette leapt onto the soldier that had just cried out, her left hand slamming up under the bazooka that he was holding and shoving the nose up as her other hand, holding a knife, stabbed down into his groin severing his femoral artery. His finger depressed on the trigger and the rocket shot out, hissing through the air and slamming into the top corner of the building showering them all with burning bits of brick and plaster.

She dropped the knife, grabbing the front of the soldier’s uniform and spinning him around just to take a volley of bullets that had just been let go her way. They slammed into the dying man’s back. There were only two more, only two more to kill but of course there was no knowing if there were any more on the inside of the building. Her hand grabbed at the man’s holstered sidearm trying to pull it free as the man began to sink to the ground, the last of his life gushing out over her legs.

“God dammit!” Bridgette hissed as he fell to his knees.

“Bitch….” The dying man gasped.

“Shut the fuck up,” she snarled at him, still struggling, pulling it out slightly but something was catching and she couldn’t get it out. “God… fucking… hell…” she cried out a bullet hit the back of her struggling hand. She snatched it back wondering what she was going to do when the door to the other building opened up and Dominica jumped out the door doing some surreal John Woo action movie move firing a gun in each hand at the soldiers. Every shot went wide. The movies never got it right. Firing that fast, with both hands, it was a miracle if you’d hit anything and this was no exception. It did however, cause the two soldiers to dive for cover, turning their weapons on her instead.

Bridgette dropped the man’s corpse letting it slump to the ground and she dove behind a stack of wooden crates leaving the man’s gun where it was. She turned around just in time to see a shot fired from the window above Dominica. Rita, it had to be. Two well placed shots, one in each man’s head ended the battle and silence filled the street.

“Bridgette?” Dominica asked, “you okay? Rita, you stay there, just in case there’s more.”

“Roger,” Rita called from the window and Bridgette could see her shift to the side, out of sight of the glass but with enough of a view to provide them coverage. “Is Cat,”

“He’s alive,” Dominica said grabbing Cat’s arm and pulling him up into a sitting position. A long trail of blood ran down the side of his face. The bullet, while hitting him in the head, hand thankfully grazed over the bone. It had left a long slice into his scalp, and she could see white bone under it when she dabbed at the wound but she couldn’t see any brains. A disgusting thought, but one that she was glad that she was able to have. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Cat groaned, touching the side of his head. “I haven’t felt this hung over since Lalapalooza ’98. Damn thing musta knocked me out.” He frowned for a minute. “You girls,”

“We’re okay,” Bridgette said jogging over to the two of them barely noticing the burning in her left hand.

“Oh Jesus,” Dominica said looking at it.

Bridgette held it up, looking at the jagged hole in the middle of her palm surprised that it really didn’t hurt more than it did. God bless whoever had discovered adrenaline. “We don’t have time for this,” she said. “We need to get into the station. I’ll live, besides, I’m not the only one shot.” She pointed at Dominica’s side.

“Did that,”

“No,” Dominica said pulling up the side of her shirt showing a small burn and a little broken skin from where the bullet had gone through her blouse grazing her skin. “It’s fine, just a surface wound. Bridgette is right, let’s go. We’re running out of time.”


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Tom/Mark/Willow/Spoon/Alex/Sam
June 4, 2011
The Ritz Hotel


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“Enough of this 20 Questions shit,” Alex said running his hand back and forth over his hair. “I’m heading around back, see what’s going on over there. “We’ve been here and hour and nothing’s changed. We can’t sit here forever.”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Spoon said standing up, stretching his legs. “Let’s go.”

The two of them headed around towards the back of the building towards the delivery dock entrance. They stuck to the shadows, making sure not to be seen. Both men had created makeshift bandages over their wounds so that they wouldn’t leave a trail of blood behind them. It wasn’t foolproof though, and drops of blood still spattered onto the ground behind them. So intent on their forward progress neither of them noticed, or noticed that only seconds after the blood hit the earth… it disappeared as though God himself was taking a Magic Eraser and removing the crimson stains.

“Wait,” Spoon said, grabbing Alex’s arm and pulling him back behind the dumpster, stopping him from rounding it. “There’s someone over there.”

“Thanks,” Alex replied softly, pulling a mirror out of his pocket. Darren’s contribution to their suicide mission. He used it to peer around the edge of the dumpster towards the rear entrance to the hotel. Whoever it was wasn’t terribly close, but close enough so that he could make out a red paisley shirt and what looked like silver hair. It seemed familiar to him and he took a breath, suddenly realizing who it was. “It’s okay, he’s cool.”

“Oh yeah? Well what if” Spoon asked turning to look at Alex only to find that he’d already roujded the edge of the dumpster and into the light. “Shit,” he said pulling his side arm from its holster on his hip and following Alex. Better safe than sorry.

“Sam?” Alex said, holding up his hands. “It’s me, we’re here to,”

“Alex, thank God,” Sam said embracing him. “Tell me you’re here to,”

“We’re here to get Willow and Mark, and end this. Bridgette drew us a map to where they’re being held. All we need is a way in,” Alex replied. “This is Spoon, he’s with me. Spoon, this is Sam.”

“He the dude that left Ankeny with Bathin?” Spoon asked, raising his gun to Sam’s head. “The traitor?”

“I let myself be blinded by grief and rage,” Sam said meeting Spoon’s eyes. “I had just lost my son because Rita had kidnapped his wife and he was going after her. I wanted revenge, and Bathin used that, and he used me. I’ve regretted that choice more than you know, and you can beat the shit out of me later. Right now we need to get up to his office before he takes things too far.”

“What’s he,”

“Alex, just come with me.” Sam said ripping open the rear door. “There’s only servant staff back here, no one will say anything. Just,” he stopped in the doorway and looked at the two of them. “Sing, sing something in your head. Wheel on the Bus, Good Day Starshine, whatever… just keep your mind focused on something other than Bathin. You understand?” When both Alex and Spoon nodded, Sam led them through the door into the building.

The three men moved quickly through the back halls to the servant’s elevator near the kitchen. Several sets of eyes turned to look at them as they walked but no one said anything. No one made a move to stop them. Sam pulled a key card from his pocket and slid it through the electronic lock outside of the elevator. Moments later, there was a ding and the doors opened revealing the empty cab and the three stepped inside, Sam pushing the button to the Pent House.

The ride up was smooth and uninterrupted. “Just remember,” Sam said before the ride ended “it’s all a game to him.”

Spoon opened his mouth to ask him what the hell he was talking about when the doors slid open revealing a dimly lit corridor in which, along the walls, were rows of severed heads resting on top of glass end tables in pools of blood, some of which were so large that they’d overflowed the surface and dripped down to the floor below. Bile rose up into the back of his mouth as he fought the urge not to vomit. The only thing that surprised him, was the lack of stench.

They moved swiftly down the hall to the large double doors at the end and Sam looked back at the two of them. Both Alex and Spoon nodded and he grabbed the double doors pulling them open as the two men drew their weapons. All three of them fell to the floor as Mark’s body sailed through the air over their heads where only a moment before they’d been standing.

“Mark!” Willow cried, Mark let out a hard grunt as he hit the floor, sliding over the marble several more feet before coming to a rest leaving a trail of blood as he did so. “Sam!”

“Oh ho ho!” Bathin cried. “I knew it! I knew you were up to no good Sammy my boy,” he said wagging a finger at the three for a moment before grabbing Willow by the hair and pulling her in front of him as Alex and Spoon took aim again. Alex, who’d been pressing down on the trigger, pulled the muzzle sharply to the left as the gun discharged, the bullet causing a crystal glass on the desk to explode into shards.

“Now, now, now,” Bathin said with a laugh. “You wouldn’t want to shoot an innocent woman would you? Especially a mother of three.” He leaned down, his tongue running up the side of Willow’s bloody and bruised face. “Soon to be four, if I have my way.”

“Shoot me,” Willow said looking at Alex and then Spoon when she saw the hesitation in his eyes. “Fucking shoot me and then shoot him! Please!”

“Willow,” Alex started to say.

“Okay,” replied Spoon, pulling the trigger of his gun, the bullet slamming into her chest.

“What the FUCK?!?” Alex snapped, blinking in shock. Even Bathin stood there for a moment as Willow’s knees buckled.

“NO!” Cried Mark, scrambling to his feet as Bathin tossed Willow away from him.

“This is sweet and all,” Bathin said, kicking her body aside “but I’m afraid I have to go. I’ve got a saint to kill.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Alex cried aiming and emptying the entire clip in a matter of seconds. With only a thousandth of a second to go until the bullets slammed into his chest Bathin disappeared. The bullets all slammed into the shatterproof glass that had been behind him with dull thuds leaving small white chips. “FUCK!” He cried and ran over to Willow’s body. He rolled her over and looked up at Sam and Spoon just in time to see Bathin appear behind them in the hall and grab Mark’s arm.

Bathin raised his free hand as Alex opened his mouth to tell them that he was behind them, his fingers gave him a small cheerful smile before disappearing, taking Mark with him and leaving them alone.


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Zeke/Ruben/Luna/Darren/Misty
June 4, 2011
Calvary (center of town)


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“Easy,” Ruben said. “Gentle, easy… be careful.”

“Is he alive?” Luna asked, coming up beside him, a concerned look on her face watching as Darren and John lowered the cross down to the sandy earth.

“He’s alive,” Darren said setting it down with John as gently as they could. The fight, while very intense, had been brief. Knowing that that Zeke was Bathin’s pride and joy, and the biggest motivator that they could find, they’d expected a brutal battle to get to him and in the end, they hadn’t been let down. How Zeke had managed to survive it, considering the sheer amount of bullets that had been flying in the air and not get hit was a miracle.

They had in fact, lost most of their men during the fight, but in the end they had been the ones left standing when Dane had shot the last remaining soldier in the head before tossing his weapon to the ground and holding up his hands in submission. They knew who he was thanks to Misty and Bridgette’s description of him so they knew that he could be trusted… or at least trusted as much as anyone that had once served Bathin could be trusted, which they’d agreed wasn’t that far.

“Hey,” Ruben said falling to his knees beside Zeke’s head, his hand touching the side of his cheek gently. “You’re okay, we’re here. You’re going to be okay.” He leaned down, gently running his lips over Zeke’s which were cracked and dry from exposure, the skin on his body red with sunburn, several blisters had already begun to form on his shoulders and forehead but to Ruben, to Ruben he’d never looked more beautiful.

“Here Ruben,” Misty said handing over a soft cloth that she had in her pocket. “Get some of that dirt off him.”

“Thanks,” Ruben replied taking it.

“Hey,” Zeke said, his voice tired and cracked, his eyes fluttering open. “About time you got here.” He managed a weak smile which turned into a scream as Darren ripped out the nail from his right hand, followed by John who removed the one from his left. Small bits of flesh tore out from the palms of his hand from where the wounded had sealed around the metal, and fresh blood began to flow from his wounds. His breath came in ragged gasps and he cried out again, this time as Misty ripped the third one from his feet.

“Sorry,” she said with a gasp feeling sick knowing that she’d hurt him. As though he could be hurt any worse. She ripped off the sleeves of her shirt and began to bind up his feet tightly to stop the flow of blood.

“It’s okay,” Ruben said. “It’s okay, we’re here now. We’re going to get you out of here.”

“I don’t think so,” Luna said suddenly from where she was still standing where Ruben had left her. “Nice try though.” They turned to see her standing there, Darren’s AK47 in her hands aimed at them steadily. “Get over there,” she said to the rest of the soldiers as they began to raise their weapons in response. “Or I kill them all.”

“Do it,” Ruben replied, John nodding in agreement and the soldiers, with great reluctance, threw their weapons to the sand, walking slowly away from them towards the resting cross. Misty looked like she was going to jump the distance between them and strangle her but thankfully, something kept her feet glued to the ground.

“Luna what are you,”

“Luna’s not here anymore,” she said to Misty as she spoke, the corner of her mouth turning up into a smile. “Well, she is but… weak minds, they’re so easily controlled. Don’t worry,” she said grinning at Darren. “She likes it. It plays well into her rape fantasies. Granted, it’s not what she’d expected but oh… what she has in her pretty little head…”

“Be gone demon!” Father Eric cried appearing almost out of nowhere. “For the Lord our God,”

“Oh Jesus,” Luna said. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? That Exorcism crap doesn’t work for shit… especially when preformed by a fallen priest who just got head by a 16 year old hooker before coming here.” The peal of laughter that tore from her throat was cold, evil, and violent. It continued as she pulled the trigger, a single bullet ripping through the air and through the very center of the priest’s face.

“I won’t let you hurt him,” Ruben said standing up and stepping between Luna and Zeke.

“Oh, but I don’t want to hurt him.” She said with a giggle, bring the muzzle back towards them.

“Bathin,”

“Why do you think I’m Bathin?” Luna asked, looking at Darren with a frown. “As though he’d waste his time with this rancid piece of human garbage. I’m his most loyal, the first of his ten Avatars, those that lead his legions.” Her eyes widened and she began to laugh harder. “Did you think he’s the ONLY one here? Oh you mortals crack me up, you really do.”

“Luna,” Darren said taking a step towards her. “Luna, I know you can hear me.”

“Back up there sweetpea,” Luna said. “You really want little Luna to see you brains in the sand?”

“Luna,” Darren said, still moving forward as Ruben dropped back down beside Zeke, helping him sit up as John finished bandaging his hands. “You have to be strong, you have to fight it.” He took another step despite the barrel wavering slightly. “You’re not weak, Luna. You’re strong. Stronger than you think you are. If you weren’t, you would have killed yourself after escaping Harry. You’re a fighter Luna, a survivor. You’re,” his next words were lost as her finger spasmed around the trigger. The bullet slammed into his right thigh and he fell to his knee with a grunt. It was only then that Misty moved, running to his side with a worried look on her face.

“NO!” Luna screamed, her voice hers once more and throwing the weapon away. “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” She fell to her knees, her forehead slamming into the sand violently before her back arched violently, her head thrown back, mouth open and a thick black energy pouring out of her mouth up into the sky that was mixed with an unearthly scream.

“Awe, he was always my favorite pet.” Bathin said suddenly standing behind all of them and tossing Mark forward where he ran into Darren, the two of them falling to the ground. “Ah well, sacrifices must be made. Now,” he said pulling out a twisted and wicked looking knife “Zeke my dear, come here and we’ll finish this little play of ours or I kill all your lovely friends and feast on their hearts while you watch.”

“No,” Ruben said standing back up. “You’re not laying another hand on him.”

“Oh?” Bathin asked, his eyebrow arching up. His head cocked to the side and he walked right up to Ruben standing before him, his dark eyes watching him intently. “And who’s going to stop me? You?”

“Damn right I am,” Ruben said, his hand thrusting forward violently, the hunting knife that he’d been carrying burying itself in Tom’s gut. “You’re not going to hurt anyone again.”

“God, you really are stupid,” Bathin said with a laugh, his stomach burning and he raised the knife, bringing it down into Ruben’s chest, ripping it free violently and lifting up his own shirt, the stab wound in his stomach knitting shut as soon as Ruben’s knife was removed. “Bet you can’t do that,” he said in a taunting voice as Ruben sank down to his knees, blood running from between his fingers from the stab wound in his chest.
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Cat/Dominica/Bridgette
June 4, 2011
Radio Station


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“Good evening Davenport! You’re listening to Stray Cat and this is… ah hell I don’t know the station… this is Jahmon Radio. I hope you all are having a nice day so far. If not, I’m about to make it better. Because kids, I have a story for you.

It’s the beginning of the end you all, the fall of our dear and not so beloved Bathin. Yeah I know, you’ve heard that before, but this time I mean it. Hells yes I do, the hand of God has come to Davenport and we’re gonna kick Satan’s ass and send him back to the fiery depths of Hades itself. If you’re hearing my voice, stand tall folks! Be brave! We’re here to help you and we’re sure as shit not gonna stop until his evil ass is gone and gone for good.

Stand up folks! Be strong! It’s time!

Rise up and do your thing and join in the fight! Are we all going to make it, hell no, I ain’t got no illusions about that. I got shot in the head today, yeah that’s right, I said it, the god damn head and I’m still kicking so even with as skeptical as I am, I know that there’s someone out there looking out for us. The Big Man himself is on our side. We just have to be brave enough to do our part, so here’s some good old fashioned ass kicking music.

Peace folks, and I’ll see you on the other side of freedom.”



Cat hit the play button and started the song before turning in his seat to see Dominica and Bridgette moving a heavy cabinet in front of the door into the broadcasting studio. Bridgette laughed and pushed her weight against the cabinet with Dominica.

“Nice song choice,” she said.

“I always did love that song,” Dominica replied and they jumped as there was a heavy slam on the other side of the door. “Nice choice. On three, one, two, three!” The two women slammed their shoulders into it again, moving it the last few inches so that it completely blocked the door.

“You realize we’re cornered in here,” Bridgette said. “That’s the only way in or out.”

“God will provide,” Dominica said. The building is completely brick, they’re going to have a Hell of a time trying to break through the walls. That’s why she picked this place to build the station. It was an old WWII bomb shelter back in the day.”

“So what do we do?” Bridgette asked. “Just sit here and wait? Hope the cabinet holds?”

“No,” Dominica replied. “We get ready for when they get inside. We need to stay on the air as long as we can. Give people hope, strength to fight. That’s what we’re here to do.” She grabbed the makeshift control console turning it around and pulling it back to the far wall away from the door. “We’ll build a barricade to make our stand behind and keep Cat on the air.”

“I wish I had a joint,” Cat muttered. “That’d be kick ass.”

“Feel free to grow a crop when we get back home,” Bridgette said with a laugh. “I wouldn’t turn my nose up at one after this is over. I bet Dominica wouldn’t… the little purest.”

“Oh,” she said working at pulling another cabinet around “I’m not Zeke you know. I don’t piss holy water when I tinkle.” Dominica laughed. “I might just take you up on that.”

“Really?” Bridgette asked taking another cabinet and tipping it on its side and pushing it to the middle of the room.

“Don’t rule anything out,” Dominica replied with a smile as they worked, Cat flipping through the song library trying to set up his ‘show’. His job was to be on the air, their job was to make sure it happened. “I mean, a year and a half ago who’d have thought that we’d survive an asteroid impact on Earth just to end up fighting in an epic struggle with Satan’s lapdog? Funnier things… have happened than… me potentially smoking… a joint with friends. But,” she said helping Bridgette fortify their barricade “I wouldn’t count on it.”

Cat flipped on another tune, laughing and sitting down. “So what do we do now?” He turned to see Bridgette and Dominica settling down behind their make shift barricade. “Just keep on keeping on?”

“Something like that,” Dominica said with a smile, resting her back against the metal wall that they’d constructed. “Face it kids, we got the unglamorous job. No James Bond moments for us.”

“Not until they break down the door,” Bridgette said as there was a solid slam on the other side of the door. “What if they use explosives?”

“Then we fight,” Dominica replied, checking over her weapon as Darren had shown them to. She still had 8 rounds in the clip and another three clips on her belt. Bridgette was doing the same thing and nodded to her, managing a small smile.

“Any requests from you lovely ladies?” Cat asked.

“Anything but the theme for the Mickey Mouse Club,” Dominica said and the three of them burst into laughter as there was another solid slam on the door, the filing cabinet scooting forward an inch. “I’m not going to meet my maker singing M-I-C-K-E-Y,”

“M-O-U-S-E,” sang Bridgette finishing the song for her with a smile.


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Willow/Sam/Alex/Spoon
June 4, 2011
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“Why did you do that?!?” Alex yelled at Spoon, ripping open the top of Willow’s dress.

“She wanted us to!” Spoon replied, holstering his weapon. “She was ready to sacrifice herself,”

“It doesn’t matter,” Sam replied. “I hate to say it, but you did the right thing Spoon. You’re the only one that could have done that.”

“Fat lot of good it did,” Alex said doing his best to dress her wound. “I don’t think it hit anything major. I think, I hope, she’ll be okay.”

“She’ll be fine,” Sam said. “She’s a fighter.” He went over to the bed of pillows and dug out the key that Mark had hidden there. Walking over to them he knelt down and unlocked the shackle around her ankle throwing it to the side violently. “That’s why my son loved her. She doesn’t know the meaning of the word quit.”

“I’m okay,” Willow whispered softly, her eyes opening. “It’s hard to breathe but, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Alex said helping her sit up carefully. “You’ve been shot.”

“Really?” She asked, with a half smile. “I hadn’t noticed. I thought that this… burning pain was… indigestion.”

“Where do you think they went?” Spoon asked. “You think they went to the cross?”

“I’d bet my left nut on it,” Alex said. “He still sees Zeke as his trump card. He won’t let him go. We can go and,”

“No,” Willow said reaching out and taking Sam’s hand as he offered it to her letting him help her up. “We need to disarm the bomb.” She staggered over to the antique desk, falling down into the chair and grabbing the top drawer. Pulling at it, it didn’t open and she frowned, jiggling it a few times. “It’s locked.”

“Let me,” Spoon said walking over and pressing the barrel of his weapon on the lock and squeezing out a round. “Faster than picking it,” he said pulling open the drawer. Inside there just seemed to be odds and ends, a few pens, pencils, paperclips, Post-It notes… but nothing really worth locking until Willow scooted forward again and reached into the back, pulling out a piece of wood that was covering a fake back. “Here,” she said handing Spoon a plastic card. “Go down to P1. You’ll see it.” She fell back in her seat, her breathing labored but steady. “Use the code, to open the control panel… and smash it. It’s set to… go off by… remote.”

“Go,” Sam said. “I’ll take care of her.”

“Sam,”

“Go on Alex,” he replied. “Be that Big Damn Hero that you are.”

Alex nodded and he and Spoon ran out of the Pent House and back to the express elevator. It was still standing there open for them and they got inside, pressing the button for P1. With a soft ding, the doors slid shut and it began to descend down into the parking lot. “You think we’re going to run into trouble?” Alex asked, pulling out his weapon.

“Indubitably my good man,” Spoon replied pulling out his weapon as well and tucking the plastic card into his back pocket. “He might be a cocky asshole, but he’s not stupid.”

Alex nodded and the elevator slowed down to a halt, both men bracing and ready to go. As soon as the doors dinged and slid open they sprinted out of the box as fast as they could, both diving to the side in opposite directions, rolling with the impact as gunshots filled the air. Bullets slammed into concrete, rebounding countless times as they slowly lost momentum.

“I’ve waited my entire life to say this, man!” Alex called toward Spoon.

“Say what?” Spoon called back.

“IT WAS A FIREFIGHT!” Alex called at the top of his lungs popping up from the parked car, firing, one gun after the other. Over the sound of the gunshots he could hear Spoon laughing as he did the same thing, squeezing off round after found and they ran towards the dozen soldiers that were still shooting madly at them.

Shock filled the eyes of the soldiers as two men ran towards them, shooting at them with apparently much better accuracy than they were returning fire. They were all trained soldiers, excellent marksmen and yet nothing seemed to hit. One went down, another spin around like a top, his finger squeezing reflexively on the trigger as he went, taking down two of his comrades as he went.

This was without a doubt, the coolest moment of Alex’s life until his foot hit an uneven section of pavement and he went crashing down to the concrete in a very un-Boondock Saint like manner. He had enough thought however to ball himself up and roll with it not even realizing that thanks to his fall, the two bullets that would have hit him in the chest totally missed him.

Spoon took out the last two soldiers and jogged over to Alex, extending a hand and helping him up. “You okay man?”

“Just my pride dude,” Alex said, dusting himself off and looking down feeling his knee burn to see a large tear in his pants and blood running down his leg. “Awe man, Dom loves these pants.”

“They do make your ass look pretty hot,” Spoon replied with a smile, pulling out the card and the two men walked over to the large bomb that was sitting in the middle of the parking lot. “Dude, no way… is this…”

“A thermo nuclear bomb?” Alex asked. “Yeah, I think so. Panel is over here.” He said finding it and seeing the cover over the panel that they had to smash. “Somehow, I think shooting it is a bad idea. Good thing we got that code.”

“No shit man,” Spoon said punching it in carefully, double checking each number as he did so to make sure that he didn’t accidently set it off. “Question though… smashing it…”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same damn thing.” Alex said looking at the panel doubtfully.

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Zeke/Ruben/Tom/Mark/Darren/Luna
June 4, 2011
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Zeke knelt over Ruben, his hands on the bleeding wound on his shoulder. Darren knelt by Luna, his arm around her shoulder protectively. Misty’s eyes moved over to the worn out looking Mark who was standing there, looking totally bewildered. Where they had appeared from she had no idea, but here they were.

“Now,” Bathin said stretching his neck to the side. “Come on over Zeke and we’ll end this and then get your ass humping husband some medical care.”

“This isn’t you,” Mark said suddenly. “Tom, this isn’t right. You’re better than this.”

“Are we really going to do this Mark?” Bathin asked, turning and looking at him. “Seriously? Haven’t you figured out that the only reason you ever talk to Tom is because I let you?”

“I don’t believe that,” Mark said. “Tom’s a fighter. He’s fighting you, every inch of the way he’s fighting you. I know Tom, I wrote with him for 17 years. When it comes to his vision, he doesn’t compromise. Ever.” Mark took a step forward. “I know you, I know you’ve been waiting for the right moment to kick him out… and this is it Tom.”

Bathin frowned, a grunt coming from deep within him. “No, this is… this is my body now.”

“No it’s not.” Mark said. “You’re just squatting in prime real estate. You’ve used his guilt over the death of his family, the guilt over the break up, the guilt over missing Ava’s first few years… that’s how you keep him in check but it’s DONE. It’s over! Yeah, he fucked up. We all fucked up. There’s not a person on the face of the earth that doesn’t regret something but Tom doesn’t give him. He NEVER gives up!”

“SHUT UP!” Bathin roared, the back of his hand smacking into Mark’s face sending him down to the ground hard, his lip splitting open.

“You’re right, Bathin.” Zeke said standing up, his hands red with blood. “It is time for this to end.”

“What’re you gonna do God-boy?” Bathin asked. “Exorcise me?”

“No,” Zeke said. “He is.”

“He?” Bathin asked. “He who? GOD?!?”

“No,” Zeke replied. “The only person who can get you out of that body. The only person who can send you away from here.”

Bathin scoffed. “Like that’s going to happen,” he said.

“He is,” Misty said. “Why look at that Zeke, I think he’s sweating. Is that… is that fear I see behind his eyes? Why I think so.”

“You’re already done, Bathin.” Zeke said turning his back on him and walking back over towards Ruben.

“Don’t turn your back on me!” Bathin screamed at him, raising the knife in the air and bringing it down hard towards Zeke’s back only to have his wrist turn to the side missing him. “No!” He screamed, starting to shake from head to toe. Mark shot to his feet, grabbing Bathin’s arms and pulling him back away from Zeke and Ruben as Zeke knelt down beside his husband.

“You lose, Bathin,” Mark said as Tom’s body conversed violently and his head shot back, the same black essence that had left Luna coming from him, only this time a hundred times more intense. The stream never seemed to end, pouring up and up into the sky, circling and spiraling around violently. It throbbed in the air as though breathing before arcing suddenly and coming back down and slamming into a small body on the edge of the clearing.

“I don’t think so!” Bathin called from the small body of Pipe and pulling out a small box from his pocket. “Adios faggots!” He laughed, his finger pressing down on the red button and…

Nothing happened.

“What the Hell?” He asked, shaking the box, looking confused and pressing the button three more times before Misty and Darren both slammed into him, sending him to the ground. Pipe’s small body began to shake violently, so violently in fact that it threw both of them off him and, opening his mouth, again the black power surged forth high into the air. A sonic boom shook through the clearing the words

This is far from over

Echoing around the city before it shot up into the clouds above them and out of sight and Pipe’s body going limp, the life gone.

“What the hell was that?” Misty gasped.

“He’s gone,” Zeke said. “For now… Luna,” he looked at her “you’re free. You fought them off, you’re free for now, and for all time. Darren, take care of her.” His attention returned to Ruben who was no longer breathing, the last of his life having run out of the wound in his chest.

“Oh God, Zeke,” John said, kneeling down beside his brother. “I’m so sorry.” Misty staggered over to them, tears in her eyes.

“Mark?” Tom asked, his voice once again his and he turned, embracing his old friend, tears running down his face. “I’m so sorry, oh Jesus, I’m so sorry…”

Misty knelt down beside Ruben, her fingers toughing the gaping wound in his chest as Zeke stood up, falling into his brother’s arms, sobbing like a broken man. Tears ran down her face as she pulled off Ruben’s bloody shirt, wiping the copious amount of blood off his skin. It wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair. Out of all of them, Ruben? He’d died protecting Zeke in the end and so she knew that he had died doing what he’d promised that he would do but still…

She wiped her eyes and frowned, running the bloody shirt over Ruben’s chest again, her head cocking slightly to the side. Was she… no… this wasn’t… this wasn’t… no… she wasn’t seeing this.

The wound on Ruben’s chest was glowing a soft golden color, the skin pulling together over it and then…

Ruben sat up, taking in a gasping breath. “Zeke?”

Zeke’s head spun around, his skin going white as a sheet and he collapsed down onto the ground in Ruben’s arms, showering his face with kisses, his arms hugging him so tightly Ruben had a hard time breathing.

“What happened?” Ruben asked. “Bathin?”







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Mod Note:

This is not my traditional ending that’s for sure, but I’m a lot happier with it than I had anticipated it would be. The fight is over… Cat stayed on the air… Bridgette, Dom and Rita fended off the soldiers… Alex and Spoon disarmed the bomb… Sam’s caring for Willow who will be okay… Luna is free of the demon in her head… Ruben was the only casualty, but thanks to the Grace of God he’s been given life… due to everyone working SO incredibly hard in this game to vanquish evil.

I seriously want to thank you ALL for a very fun game. I truly enjoyed moding it for you and I hope you had fun in it. If there’s a part two… well… it’ll be fun. :)


Now for the million dollar question… looking back at the journal entries… the ones from the IMPACT on… who’s smart enough to figure out who wrote what? It’s a mix of PC and NPCs. Anyone up for the challenge?

Edited by Cale Raizer, Nov 18 2009, 10:00 PM.
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Feel free to do ONE post game post for each character leaving off at the end of the scene... the epilogue should be up sometime next week so if you want to write a final adios for your character... do it now or forever hold your peace.
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Rubén/Zeke – A Moment

Bathin had been expelled and things instantly seemed better the air didn’t smell as foul and the mood seemed to be lifted it was as if the light of God and finally returned to this place. Various people even the captured soldiers of his all breathed a sigh of relief. John called in the heavy equipment and the evacuation choppers and vehicles the needed to bring in as much help as possible that was all part of the plan as well, once the battle was won they new the people here would need them. The task now was to secure the city and to take care of the wounded and those enemies that were still left. Zeke refused to leave Rubén’s side, even though the wound had healed he was confused and his memories of what happened were cloudy at best. Where Zeke found his strength at this point no one knew but the medic was taking care of both of them as the others vanished into the background.


Rubén watched the medic work, checking both him and Zeke out. “I’m sorry.” Rubén said looking at Zeke they had won but he felt like he failed, like he failed them all, but mostly like he failed Zeke. Maybe he could have tried something else, a different plan of attack something that wouldn’t have gotten him killed, he should have known better.

Zeke looked at him smiling, “why are you sorry, I should…” he nodded as the medic finished the cleaning of his wounds and putting on clean dressings on his hands. He had an IV connected to his arm they were trying to rehydrate him.

Rubén shook his head resting on the ground next to Zeke neither of them noticing anything else it was just the two of them, “I failed, I failed you and I failed the others, the only reason I’m still around is…” Rubén still couldn’t wrap his mind around what had happened he knew he died, he knew Bathin plunged a knife into his chest but he was here completely healed and no one could explain to him how other then saying it was ‘the grace of god.’ It was like a team winning the Super Bowl, but the main quarterback getting taken out in the last 5 minutes, it was still a win, to everyone but the quarterback who couldn’t make it all the way.

Zeke looked at him his brows furrowed, “you didn’t fail, you stood up to him, you fought back, you kept the others together, you did so much and you kept your promise to me, you foolishly protected me and the hardest thing you could have done was not fall into his trap and come for me, that pissed him off more then anything. He waited and waited and yet you never showed, that took strength I’m not sure I could have done the samething knowing you were suffering like that.” Zeke said with his crocked smile as Rubén sighed, “Don’t remember me, please, it killed me not to come after you. Still I thought I could kill a demon with a hunting knife and instead the demon killed me, how is that a win.”

Zeke smiled taking Rubén’s hand kissing it softly seeing the ring still on his finger, “Rubén this isn’t one of your Rugby matches…it’s not black and white.” He said leaning up forgetting the pain running through his body and kissing him, wrapping his bandaged hands around Rubén holding him tight. “I’m still sorry, I should have done more. I should have been smarter, stronger, not such a.” He stopped shaking his head. Zeke started to laugh, “You’re an overachiever you know that right? You did everything you could.” Rubén saw the look on Zeke’s face and couldn’t help but smile not sure what to say. “I know, I know. I just. Ah hell I don’t know. I wanted to save you from him. I wanted to be the one to banish him back to hell.”

Zeke pulled back and looked at him smiling, “It’s not all about you.” He said with a kind look in his eyes, “You know all that matters to me is that you’re alive and here with me. You’re my Knight in shinning armor no matter what and when we get home the things I’m going to do to reward you.” Zeke said devilishly looking at his bare chest then stopping and looking at Rubén smiling. “Well in your case not armor; just amazing pecks and glissading abs.” Rubén looked down remembering he wasn’t wearing a shirt and he blushed looking around for something to cover himself up with and not finding anything. Zeke chuckled nestling next to him.

Rubén continued to look around at all the people around them, he supposed it didn’t really matter, they were alive and Bathin was gone, he knew everyone survived, well at least all the people on Zeke’s list, he knew he would feel if any of them didn’t make it, but they had. They had even heard that Misty and Bridgette had gotten married before the battle by Father Eric, the poor man, he had died fighting it was a good death, he knew the priest was forgiven and welcome into the loving warmth of God. Shacking his head Rubén couldn’t help but smile, finally seeing Zeke’s point. He too had died fighting standing up to a demon, he looked him square in the eyes and fought back, sure it cost him his life as well, but God had spared him, it would seem that God had further plans for him.

A sudden realization hit him and he looked at Zeke his voice quiet and serious, “It’s not over is it?” Zeke looked at him and shook his head, “No, we won the battle, a huge battle, at that, but not the war. Bathin made sure everyone knew that right before he vanished.” Rubén sighed running his hand through his hair then got close to Zeke and wrapped his arms around him just holding him.

“As long as we’re safe we can handle anything. Demon or not, God will be done, I know we can handle it, I know we can.” Rubén said burring his head in Zeke’s neck kissing him, holding him tight not wanting to ever let him go. This was their moment and he planned on enjoying it and letting the future take care of itself.
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Domenica/Alex – Maybe the bomb wouldn’t have been so bad

Cat continued to broadcast out to whomever could hear him and to all their surprise the battle seemed to be over. Cat mentioned something about getting stoned and Bridgette and Rita seemed more then willing to stick around for that, but Domenica had other plans. She quietly left the station seeing the military from Ankeny and the resistance members rounding up the last of Bathin’s followers. She made her way to the center of town she had to find him, she knew he was alive, but she needed to see him. She saw Zeke and Rubén and smiled softly they had made it, of course they had, was there any doubt. She saw a few others too, but not Alex. Finally she saw him and Spoon walking to the center, both smoking cigars. “God help him if he started smoking.”

She smiled and ran up to him almost tackling him to hug him. The cigar fell out of his hand dropping to the ground; she covered him with kisses, “ugh.” He huffed, he was sore from head to toe but he didn’t mind this kind of welcome home. “I knew you’d make it, you big dumbass.” She said kissing him again standing back and smiling at him, he had a dopy grin on his face seeing her, she smiled at him and he came in to kiss her again but instead he was met with a crack. He felt her hand strike him hard on the cheek it sent a jolt of pain through his whole body, “Never make me cry again. You understand me.” She said looking at him her expression of relief changed to an expression of anger. Then she slapped him again on the other side of his face sending a hole knew jolt of pain through him, “and don’t you ever go off to play the big dumb hero again.”

He looked at her and he was about to talk and she kissed him again, “I was so worried about you.” She said again kissing him harder this time. He was now officially confused and if that wasn’t bad enough there was a new pain it hit him again as she grabbed his crotch and gave it a painful squeeze, “if you ever want to live to use this again you’ll never put me through that again. I love you, but I’ll only tolerate so much. I’m not some blond damsel in distress you pull this macho stuff again and it’s going to cost you.” Her eyes were dangerous as was her death grip on his crotch and she continued, “Next time at least have the balls to ask me if I want to come with you.” She looked at him his face was clearly in shock and pain. She saw the scare, not loosening her grip on him, “And god help you if you’re missing any other body parts or pieces of body parts. I want the handsome man I remember from before this all happened; one scare, that’s all you get. If I have to look at you every day, I don’t want to be reminded of any of this hell we went through.” She squeezed his testicles and penis again really hard to drive her point home, “we clear?” She said and he nodded all bugged eyed.

Then she smiled releasing her grip and hugging him, “I was so worried. You have no idea.” Her tone changed with her reaction she went from wanting to kill him to not getting enough of him, what had he gotten into.

“I’m starting to get that picture.” Alex said, thinking maybe getting blown up by a thermonuclear devise might not have been so bad after all.

She kissed him again and took his hand they were alone, Spoon had clearly ducked out when they were occupied. She took his hand, “Lets get you checked out, God I was so worried about you, you have no idea.” She said as she moved him over to the medics who were helping the other wounded, “Dom I’m…” She cut him off, “Medic check him out, he’s a dumbass, but he’s my dumbass and I want to make sure he’s fine.” The Medic nodded seeing her face and his and knew better then to cross her.

The medic began checking him out as he started to explain to her what happen and what they saw. The more he talked the more he could see how upset and worried she had been. Mostly it was fear, when you loved someone, it was only natural to worry and to be scared for them. He saw it with Bridgette and Misty and with Rubén and Zeke, maybe going off wasn’t the smartest thing in the world leaving her back to worry about him, but they needed to do it; as lame as it was when he said the words to her, “It was our destiny.” She looked at him then looked at the medic, “Are you sure he doesn’t have a concussion.” The medic smiled chuckling leaving the two of them.

She sat next to him holding his arm, “We did it. I don’t think it’ll ever be over, but we did it. I’m so proud of you.” She said kissing his check.

“Ok if this is proud, I don’t ever want to see you mad at me. I don’t think my boys will ever recover, so much for ever being a father.” Alex said with a little chuckle and she smiled, “I’m sorry. It’s just…you have no idea.” She said looking at him. “If I lost you I would have never forgiven myself letting you go like that.”

He looked at her a bit confused, “I’m pretty sure that I had something to do with that choice.” Alex said and she nodded, “Yes, of course you did.” She said patting his hand with a smile. He looked at her something told him there was more to the comment then she was letting on, but he decided to let it go for now, “So you barricaded yourselves in the radio station and had a gun fight in the street, sounds like someone was a bit of a Daredevil as well.” He said grinning at her and she nodded, “expect firing two guns at once, not really a good idea, it looks cool and all but really the accuracy is crap.” Alex looked at her in mock shock, “Oh my God. The Cheerleader on Crack said ‘crap’ the world has officially ended.” Alex said looking at her and she pursed her lips looking at him, “funny man…just remember I know your weakness little man.” He looked at here, “sexy blonds who can kick ass.” She flushed, “no.”

He leaned back looking at her, “what then?”

She turned her head away from him, pulled something out of her pocket and turned back at him; she had slipped on a red clown nose. “Clowns.” She said looking at him and he frowned, “That’s so not cool. Not cool in the least.” She started laughing taking off the nose and putting it away kissing him again. “Oh lighten up.” He looked at her, “Why’d I wait 10 months for this?” He said and she leaned in and whispered several things into his ear causing him to blush and shift a little uncomfortably in his seat. When she leaned back he was floored and she was grinning devilishly. “That’s why.” She said.
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Spoon, Alex, Cat- A Second Opinion


"Smashing it?" Spoon said, the butt of his pistol hovering over the control panel of the bomb.

"Well, she said to smash it." Alex, said. "This thing is fucking nuclear. How do we know what'll happen?" The pair were beaten, broken, and bloody, running purely on adrenaline, and now it was the moment of truth. Death and glory, or just plain death.

"She did say smash it," Spoon said. Still scared beyond belief at the behemoth killing machine in front of him.

"Okay, so we smash it."

Spoon shoved his gun over to Alex. "You do it."

"You smash it. I'm not doing it."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't know what'll happen!"

"Oh, so it won't explode if I'm the one who does it? Fuck that!"

"We're running out of time here, Spoon. This thing could go off any second!"

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Spoon flipped the gun in his hands, once again putting the butt of it over the panel. "Make it a good end," he murmured to himself. He thought he could hear Alex whisper Dom's name, but wasn't sure over the beating of his own heart. He took a deep breath, held it, and struck. The panel cracked and crunched beneath the force of the gun, and a few sparks flew from some wires inside.

Nothing. No bang. No life flashing before their eyes. No cut to black. No credits. No curtains. Just nothing. The silence lasted about twenty seconds, both men slumped on the ground, trying to catch their breath now that the day's events were catching up to them. Alex finally spoke.

"Goddamn, that was intense."

Spoon fell back to the floor and laughed hysterically at the comment. He was just too overwhelmed to do anything else. He laughed until he was out of breath, and then struggled to get his wind back. "Okay, I"m done." He chuckled once more, and finally turned his head along the ground, checking out their surroundings. "Now, how the fuck do we get out of here?"

Alex rolled over to face his friend. "Fuck it, let's just wait here a bit. Still got those cigars?"

Spoon smiled, and reached into his jacket pocket. He produced one cigar, and handed it to Alex, and popped the other one between his lips. He searched a couple pockets before finding the matches he'd picked up earlier. "Victory dance."

"You said it, bud."


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Spoon winced as the medic finished stitching up his final wound. In total, he had been scraped with bullets about fifteen times, and had just recently discovered he had a bullet lodged in the back of his leg for the last hour. It must have come from the suicide run he and Alex made for the bomb. But all in all, he was none the worse for wear. Just slightly lighter.

He hopped off the table he was sitting on, and tried his best to keep the weight off his leg. Now that everything had calmed down, it was starting to hurt like a son of a bitch. He glance over at Dom and Alex who was still getting himself patched up and gave him a nod, which was returned, and then moved on. He didn't feel the need to say anything else between them.

Spoon walked past a few more soldiers, medics and civilians all celebrating together, and exchanging survivor stories, everyone so thrilled that it was all over. He threw an eye over to Ruben and Zeke who hadn't separated since finding each other again. Something told him they never would.

He kept on walking, or limping, even when he was sure he heard someone, possibly Cat, calling his name. He walked away from the crowds, getting a few pats on the back from some of the people of the city that he'd helped along the way. He smiled faintly, and continued on. Finally, he came to the convenience store he had been looking for.

He walked through the door, hoping to God he could find another carton of smokes like before. His search was cut short, and he was certain he heard music coming from behind the counter. Quiet at first, but then louder, and louder....



Spoon came around the counter, and there it was. The same damn radio he had found in the park before. It even had the dent from where he had kicked it. He smirked, and lent down to pick it up. He placed it on the counter and took the mic in his hand. He pressed the two-way button, and the music stopped.

"Anyone out there?" he said. He waited a moment for a response. "This is Spoonman, in Davenport. Anyone read?"

There was a flicker of static on the line before a familiar voice piped up. "Good to hear from you Spoonman, this is Jay again. Everything alright out there?"

"Oh yeah, buddy. How did I know it'd be you I got?"

"Just luck, I suppose, Spoon. I take it everything went well."

"You could certainly say that. How do you know what's going on here?"

The other man could be heard laughing on the other end of the line. "Word travels fast up here, Spoon. Every one's going nuts about Bathin's defeat. You guys took him down."

"Well, someone certainly did. So I take it things are good...up there as well?"

"Oh yeah, everything's fine. We're real proud of you guys."

"Well, thanks, Jay," Spoon said. "I'm real proud of us too."

The two men exchanged a laugh, before Jay answered again. "Hey, Spoon. I got someone else here who wants on. She says she knows you."

"Oh no," Spoon said in a mocking tone. "One of my exes?"

"Hang on."

There was some commotion on the other end of the line. Spoon took the time to pocket a few packs of cigarettes from behind the counter, and grab two new lighters.

"Phil?"

Spoon's heart froze for a moment and the blood in his body came to a quick chill. "Who--"

"Phil, it's me."

Spoon could feel the tears well up in his eyes, as he struggled to form words. It couldn't be possible. "Marie?"

"Yeah, Phil. It's me."

"But, how...I mean, where are you?"

"Oh, bro, it's beautiful. You've got to see it someday. You will, I'm sure."

"Marie I..." Spoon tried as hard as he could to open up his throat. The tears streamed down his face, and he took a few short breaths. "I'm so sorry, sis."

"Spoon," his sister said sharply. "Don't you dare apologize. "You didn't do anything wrong. And everything is better now. Because of you."

"But," he started. "You're not here, with me."

"Phil, I'll always be there with you. Until you get your ass back to me someday. Just not yet. You've got so much more left to do, and people who need you."

Spoon nodded, more to himself than anything.

"Phil, they told me I can't stay long, just long enough to tell you I'm so proud of you. Just don't forget that, alright? I love you."

"I love you too, sis."

The line went dead after that. And Spoon stood there, alone, clutching the mic in his hand, and weeping.

"Spoon?" the voice behind him said, causing him to jump a bit.

Spoon spun around, and saw Cat there. "Cat, Jesus, you scared me."

"Sorry. What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, I um. I just found this radio."

Cat got a confused look on his face. "What radio?"

"The uh--" Spoon stopped when he looked down at the counter, and saw it was bare. "Oh, fuckin' hell!" He regained his composure, and sighed. "Ugh, just don't listen to me, man. I guess I just lost more blood than I thought.

The pair walked out of the store together, back to their friends. Along the way, Spoon couldn't stop thinking of his sister, and it made him smile. He knew things would be alright now. At least for a little while. And that was good enough for him. This wasn't the end of the world. It was just the end of the day.



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Luna/Johnson- New Dawn

Nothing could describe the fear Luna felt when she was possessed for the final time, right at Cavalry. They were so close, only for Luna’s weakness to be their downfall… if it weren’t for Darren’s belief in her. He trusted her to be strong, and Luna didn’t want to let him down. Or Ruben. Or Zeke. Or anyone. But with Darren’s hope, Luna did it. She fought off Bathin’s highest ranked Lieutenant, the first of his ten avatars.

But with the effort of everyone, they prevailed over Bathin’s evil, even Ruben survived. It was a great video, even though for a moment, it seemed as if Ruben was fated to die. Luna only hoped that the others all survived. Of course there were celebrations, and they all went together to try and to meet up with the others. It turns out everyone survived.

Johnson had his leg checked out, the medic removed it, but unfortunately without anesthesia, so Darren was awake through the process, feeling the bite of the removal instrument. The whole time, Luna squeezed his hand tightly, lightly pecking it with her lips. Darren, bemused, laughed lightly, but grimaced until the surgery was over. There would be minor scarring, but nothing serious.

Darren announced that he would be leaving. He told everyone to keep in touch; he was going back to New York, where he enrolled in the military college.

Luna decided that it was time.

“Darren?” She asked shyly, tapping his shoulder as Darren invited her to help him stock up on food for the upcoming journey.

“Huh?” He responded, after looking t a can of baked beans. “Do you think I’d fart on the way back?” He asked. He cocked an eyebrow, and grinned happily.

“You might.” Luna said in a small voice. “Uh, can I go wi-“

“Of course.” Darren said, though he looked a little melancholy now. “If you want to.”

“I hope I’m not a bother.” She said, looking straight at Darren’s eyes, which looked sad and nostalgic.

“I… it’s nothing.” Darren sighed. “Let’s go.”

Darren marched back to his jeep, which he just refuelled to its maximum capacity. He stepped in, and opened a door for Luna, who hesitantly sat down and buckled up.

Darren sighed audibly again, making Luna worried. They were out of the city now, on a highway to their next destination. Darren wasn’t eating, but Luna was chomping joyfully on a bag of chips. Darren seemed quite depressed, and Luna was worried.

“You’re sad.” Luna said softly.” Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

Darren looked at her for a few seconds. He looked like he was thinking hard. Luna hoped he wasn’t sad, but if he was, she hopes she could help him. Luna did that a lot now. She can hope now that Bathin is gone. Hope is a wonderful thing.

“It’s just that… fuck.” Darren said in a quavering voice. “Christine should have been here. She should be here with us right now. But she isn’t and it’s my fault.”

“Dar-“

“It’s my fault, and I hate myself for it.” Darren said miserably. “But I wasn’t. I failed her. Sh-she was my everything.”

Luna nodded sympathetically, tears budding and blossoming in her eyes as she watched Johnson’s depression. She thought about it, and bent across him to kiss him quickly on the cheek.

“I hope that helped.” She said.”

“How?” Darren asked.

“It’s proof that you didn’t fail everyone.” Luna laughed scornfully. “Gee, I thought that if it weren’t for you, I’d have died. That has to count for something right?”

“Of do I not count, Darren?” Luna asked him, to which Darren assured her that she meant a lot to him.

“You… you remind me so much of her, though.” Darren replied. “I mean, you two look the same, you act the same…”

“Darren, I’m sure she’s proud of you.” Luna said, hugging Darren hard. “I’ll bet she loves you, but she’d want you to be happy, right?”

“Yeah…”

The sun was rising now; they travelled most of the night. Luna thought faintly and wondered how Ruben and the others were. They were really nice; they deserved to be happy after all they’ve been through. Darren does too; they all did, except for her. She almost killed them all.

“To be happy, she’d want you to move on right?” Luna pushed forward, trying her hardest to make Darren smile again. “I know you’ll never forget her, and that’s an honorable thing, but she’d want you to move on, alright?”

Luna was crying openly now as Darren didn’t answer.

“I… I swear I’ll do whatever it takes to honor her.” Luna sobbed. “I’ll do my best to be your everything in her name. You can even call me Christine if you’d like.”

“But you’re so young, I can’t-“

Luna swore she heard a reassuring voice in her head to complete her offer. The figure she saw in her mind… was kind of like a mirror of her, except more mature looking and kinda older. Luna supposed it was Christine.

“I don’t mean that way, only. Like, I can be your sister, your colleague, your fellow survivor… I don’t have to be your fiancé.” Luna said sadly. She almost had it all, so close.

“Most importantly… I can be your friend. There’s nothing more important than that.” Luna finished, pulling Darren to her chest and squeezing him as hard as she could, which wasn’t very hard.

“I…” Darren struggled with his words, but nothing supressed his small smile, and the hope behind it.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Darren. Everything.”

The sun flooded the red sky with color and vibrant rays of light. It was a new dawn, and a new life. A life with Darren. A life of… hope.

OOC- That was amazing, everyone. And Lady, you made me cry when you "killed" Ruben. >.<
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Glad that you liked it.... I have no problem with them heading to NYC... at least right now. :P

I was a lot happier with it than I had thought I would be considering that I had ZERO idea of a game plan before I sat down and outlined it. lol
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It was over. It was really over. His back pain was back with a vengence. That’s how he knew it was all over for sure, for good. Sure it sucked, but the worst part of it all was that no one would look at him or acknowledge him. Only Mark, and that had been brief. And now Mark was holding Willow, leaving Tom alone to his thoughts. Tom sighed and sank to the ground, holding his head in his hands. Bathin had used him to do so much evil. No wonder nobody wanted to deal with him. He didn’t blame them for hating him.

He wondered what Sophie thought of all this, looking down on him from Heaven, seeing how “weak” he had been and apparently how easily he had been controlled by Bathin. He hoped that she knew how hard he had fought. He’d fought every step of the way, and he was exhausted. But free. A small smile touched Tom’s lips as he took in the scene around him: Domenica and Alex making out, Mark and Willow reuniting with Kerri, Spoon and Sam swapping stories, Ruben and Zeke laughing, Cat lighting another joint with an ornery grin, Bridgette and Misty wrapped in each others arms. Even Luna and Darren looked happy, talking quietly with each other.

Where was his happy ending? He didn’t know. One thing was for sure, he didn’t belong here. He would have to leave. The terror and pain that he’d caused everyone wasn’t something that Tom figured anyone would ever be able to forgive him for—regardless of the fact that it wasn’t really him doing it. It was Tom that people saw when Bathin committed all the atrocities on these people; it was Tom that they would remember in their nightmares. Tom’s face. Tom’s voice. Tom’s hands on them, hurting them.

Tom winced as he stood back up, carefully balancing his weight to try to keep his back as stable as possible. He thought he’d duck out now, while nobody was looking. They’d go back to Ankeny, to live in peace and harmony; at least Tom hoped that they would. As for Tom, he couldn’t go back there. He wouldn’t. He refused to be a living nightmare for these good people.

Tom slipped away, shuffling like an old man (goddamn back, he thought, grimacing as he moved), and started down a long road that led away from Davenport. He didn’t know where he’d go, but he didn’t really care. He just hoped that soon, he’d be able to smell the rotten stench of seaweed, and open the door to see Sophie pouting over the cookbook, spoon in hand, hovering over the dubious pot of goo she was attempting to make.
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The Humvee roared down the deserted highway, kicking up loose papers and debris around it's tires and back into the road, where it would settle until something else disturbed it. It was depressing really, that the last living souls they had encountered were the same people they left behind. With so many people dead, Darren didn't know if they'd ever come across another living soul. Out of those who were still living, no one could tell if any of them would be friendly and not take everything they had. That's what everyone wanted; everything you have. It wasn't just your wallet anymore.

Twilight Zone by Golden Earring was playing through the Humvee's muffled speakers. Darren tapped to the beat of the song against the steering wheel with his fingers.

"Help, I'm steppin' into the twilight zone. The place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned. My beacon's been moved under moon and star, where am I to go, now that I've gone too far? Help I'm steppin' into the twilight zone the place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned. My beacon's been moved under moon and star. Where am I to go, now that I've gone too far? Soon you will come to know, when the bullet hits the bone. Soon you will come to know, when the bullet hits the bone." He sang out loud.

Luna laughed. "Wow. You're a terrible singer."

Darren shrugged. "I do my best, and I enjoy it."

"How do you know all of these songs?" She asked. "You've sang to every one that came on so far."

"When I was in Iraq doing what we soldiers did best, which was wait at base and screw around, I spent a lot of time listening to music. Not much else they wanted us to be doing while the Marines were running around taking the glory. But I know this particular song because it was the first song my old band used to play." Darren responded.

"You had a band?" Luna asked looking at him.

"Oh yeah in 7th grade. Oh, God damn we sucked big time. The worst part was that we named our band 'Charming Old Men'." He said. Luna started laughing.

"You picked that name, didn't you?" She asked smiling.

"Hell no I didn't. My friend Tommy did while he was stoned. We thought it was the funniest thing when he blurted it out one practice, so the name stuck." Darren said.

"What did you play?" Luna asked.

"I sang." He said proudly. Luna scoffed.

"Hey, I was a great singer. I was compared to Vince Neil once." Darren defended.

"Who's Vince Neil?" Luna asked.

"He's the lead singer for Motley Crue." He said. She scoffed again.

"Yeah, I bet. I thought you said you sucked."

Johnson shook his head.

"Naw," He said, "I was amazing, but they sucked."

"Oh, sure Darren." Luna said laughing.

Damn, they even had the same laugh. He didn't understand how it was even possible how much they were alike. He kept thinking that it was a sign to move on, like Luna said. But the strangest part was that they were so much alike, but also so much more different. He knew how much he cared for Luna, more so than he could admit to himself. But maybe it was time for him to move on. It's been almost a year since he last saw Christine, and he couldn't shake the habit of thinking about her and feeling nothing but guilt. He didn't want to feel guilty, he wanted to feel happy. Luna made him happy. He felt happier sitting next to Luna at that moment then he ever did with Christine.

Darren pulled the Humvee over at a small rest stop and exited the car.

"Darren, where are you going?" Luna asked, getting out of the truck and following him.

He didn't answer. He just entered the rest stop and began rifling through the scattered supplies the shop once had to offer.

"What are you doing?" She asked sounding worried.

What if you lost her too?

"Darren?"

How could you even live with yourself if something happened to her?

Darren quickly picked up a pack of chips, looked at the label, then tossed it back into place.

You would probably end up killing yourself, you know that?

"Please, are you ok?"

You should have had her stay in Ankeny. Then you won't get hurt in the end, just like last time. And seriously, what would you say to her? 'Oh yeah, hey, I was kidding I do love you!'

Maybe there was nothing that had to be said.

"Can you just talk to me?" Luna said, a look of worry in her eyes. Her look softened as Darren walked up to her and gently placed his hand on her cheek. God, she was so beautiful.

Darren pulled her in for a passionate kiss, which only lasted several seconds until he pulled his face away from hers.

"I'm sorry." He said, not sure if that's what she really wanted.

Luna didn't say anything while her hand played over the collar of his BDU shirt. She looked up at him with a look that seemed nothing like Christine at all. He didn't think about her at all. He wasn't reminded anymore. All he saw was Luna standing in front of him, not his old departed fiance like he had before. And he felt really, really happy for once in a long time.

Luna firmly grabbed onto his collar and pulled herself back onto him, and their lips locked once again. There wasn't a single hint of guilt or regret anywhere in him. It felt like a weight that sat on his shoulders for so long was finally lifted, and it was a sensation he could only describe as happiness finally replacing guilt.

Darren backed her against the store's counter, leaning over her, kissing her. He slowly waved his hand through her blonde hair, tickling his fingers. Luna still had a fierce grip on his collar, trying to pull him closer than he already was.

Outside, Dream On by Aerosmith played through the speakers, at a louder volume than it was before. The sound clearly sang through the truck's open doors, no longer muffled by the age of the old system. The sound filled into the store in perfect clarity, the soft tunes touching both of their ears.

Oh yeah, we was happy.



OOC: Awesome game guys. I had a blast. Great job on the scenes Cyd, as usual :) Can't wait for the next game :)
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Six Weeks Later

Alex stepped out of his house and walked slowly towards Sam’s home. He’d been dreading this for a year now: having to talk to Willow about Adam. Alex mounted the front steps of Sam’s house and lightly rapped on the door. Gods give me strength he thought to himself, fingering the scar running down his cheek. The door opened a few minutes later and Sam stood in the doorway, wearing a pink flowered apron.

“Interesting look there, Sammy,” Alex said, grinning.

“Thanks, I guess.” Sam returned the grin and the two men shook hands.

“Smells good, what you making?”

“Soup,” he replied. “So, what’s up Alex?”

“I need to talk to Willow, if she’s up to it.”

Sam raised a quizzical eyebrow, “is this about what I think?”

Alex nodded, “he asked me to man. I’ve been putting it off long enough, I really should.”

“Yeah, I know. Upstairs, master bedroom.”

Alex nodded his thanks and stepped around Sam, he climbed the stairs, just as Lex came out of Willow’s bedroom.

“Hey kiddo, how you doing?”

“Hi Uncle Alex! I’m good.”

“Your mommy awake?”

“Yup, she’s waiting for Grandpa Sam to bring up dinner.”

Alex nodded, “go see if he needs help kiddo, okay?”

Lex nodded and Alex ruffled the boy’s hair, causing him to laugh and dodge another attempt. Alex watched him head downstairs, then turned to the door of the master bedroom. He steeled his nerves and tapped on the door.

“Come on in,” he heard Willow’s voice. “That soup smells great Sam.” She looked up. “Oh, hi, Alex.”

“Hey, Will. How you doing?”

“Not bad, all things considered. I’m guessing you’re not here on a social call this time.”

Alex shook his head, “wish I were, Willow. I really do.”

She nodded understandingly, then patted the mattress. “Don’t just stand there, Alex, pull up some bed.”

Alex sat down at the foot of the bed and looked over at Willow. “Well, there’s no point delaying the inevitable, right?” He reached into his shirt and extracted the ring hanging from the fine silver chain. He looked at it, then removed the chain from his neck, re-clasping it. He took Willow’s hand and placed the ring and chain it, then closed her fingers around it.

“How did it happen?” she asked softly.

Alex looked at her, “you sure Will? It’s hard. Really hard.”

She nodded.

“Okay,” Alex said, sighing heavily. “First, let me just say I tried my damndest and that I wish it was me who’d died back there, not Adam. I should’ve, to be honest. And please don’t tell Dom I said that, she’d cut my balls off.”

Willow shook her head, “I won’t….but if you say it again, I will tell her. Granted I might anyway…last thing we need is another you running around.”

“Well, if we do have a kid, hopefully they’ll take after mommy dearest.”

Both of them chuckled and Alex looked at her, “so, you are sure you want to hear this, right?”

She nodded, “Sam told me some of the basics, but I’d like it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak.”

Alex nodded, “is Callie up here or no?”

“No, she’s in the living room sleeping. And Lex just left.”

Alex nodded, “yeah, I sent him downstairs to help Sam. I’ll let you tell them the details when you think they’re ready.” He took a long breath and looked at Willow. “So, where should I start? From when Rita took you guys or from when me and Adam came after you?”

“From when we got taken, I guess.”

Alex nodded and told her everything: his wanting to leave right away, Martinez punching him out, the farmhouse, the combine, the diners, Burt Reynolds and the Motel 6, the Bates Motel, and, finally, the shootout.

Downstairs, Sam finished the soup and ladled it into three bowls, then looked at Lex. “Lex, go play with your sister, okay? I’m gonna talk to mommy and Uncle Alex for a little while, okay?”

Lex nodded, “sure Grandpa.” He trotted into the living room where Callie was dozing lightly on the couch. Sam mounted the steps and walked down to the master bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and he could hear Alex’s voice drifting through.

“Well it wasn’t really a shootout so much as a firing squad, we thought were alone and stupidly left the guns in the car. We got cut off and the next thing I knew, bullets were flying all over the place. I tried pulling him out of the way, Will, I really did. But I wasn’t fast enough.”

Willow nodded as Sam entered with the soup, “thanks, Sam.”

Alex took the bowl of soup and nodded his thanks, and the three ate in silence for a few minutes. “Good soup, Sam.” Willow nodded her agreement.

“Thanks, Alex.”

“So, there any more to the story Alex?”

He shook his head, “not much. The two of us got shot at, I tried to pull Adam out of the way and was about three nanoseconds too slow. He got hit a few times and then some bomb detonated and we ended up in a military base. That’s when Rueben, Captain America and Spoon showed up. From there, the rest is history. I spent the next ten months waiting to get Dom back and fulfill my promise to Adam. I told ‘im I’d give you that ring and I did. I’m really, sorry, Will….I tried.”

She nodded, tears welling in here eyes, “I know Alex.” She motioned him closer, he complied and Willow pulled him into a tight hug. “It’s not your fault though. I mean, you tried your hardest and that’s what counts.”

Alex pulled back from Willow, tears in his eyes. “You need anything, anything at all and you tell me. I’ll do whatever I can to help you, okay?”

She nodded and hugged Alex one last time. “Thank you.”

With that, Alex left the house and walked through the streets of Ankeny aimlessly for several hours.

March, 2015

Alex sat in his townhouse, sipping a cup of coffee and playing solitaire. He stood up to check on the pot of tomato sauce he’d been cooking when front door opened and Domenica entered.

“In here babe,” he shouted. A few minutes later, Domenica entered the kitchen. Alex walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead. “How are you?”

“Good,” she said, smiling widely. “Dinner smells great, by the way.”

“Thanks,” should be ready in about five more minutes. He cleared his game and escorted Domenica into the dining room, lighting the candles on his table. He poured her a glass of wine and himself a glass of Scotch. “It’s ready, just give me a couple minutes to serve everything.” She nodded and Alex entered the kitchen, putting pasta and the rich, oily tomato sauce onto two plates. He pulled a loaf of garlic bread out of the oven and sliced it, then took everything back into the dining room. The two ate in silence for a few minutes and Domenica excused herself to the washroom. Alex took the opportunity to open a drawer on the china cabinet. He extracted a small, square box and pulled the diamond ring out. He placed the ring in her glass and topped it off just as Domenica exited. She sat down across from Alex once more and finished her pasta.

“There’s something in your glass, babe,” Alex said.

Domenica picked it up and saw the ring, she looked back across the table: Alex was no longer there. He was standing next to her. “Oh god…”

“Dom, I’ve love you. You’re the girl of my dreams. You’re sweet, funny, sexy and a fighter….I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I love you more than anyone in the history of time has loved anyone.” He dropped down on one knee. “Will you, Domenica Muriel Anderson do me the honor of being my wife?”

Domenica looked at Alex and smiled, “yes….and my middle name still isn’t Muriel.”
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BTW.... my bad... journal entry is supposed to be 2011... not 2015. My bad!
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The pain was bearable, Bridgette decided, puffing on the joint contentedly. Misty lay on her back, her head in Bridgettes lap, and they were passing the joint back and forth to each other.

"Y'know, this is better then wedding cake," Misty commented, when Bridgette passed the joint back to her.

Bridgette chuckled, "Probably healthier for you, too.

Neither of them had ever done pot before, but Misty thought she could see the appeal. She wasn't decided yet if she would keep this hobby up, but for now, she was going to enjoy it.

"To Father Eric," Misty said, taking a hit, then passing it to Bridgette.

"To Area 5," Bridgette said, taking a deep puff, and she gave it back to Misty.

Misty took a big hit, and exhaled, grunting out, "To 6 billion people across the world," as she did so.

There was silence for awhile, as both girls passed the joint back and forth.

"How's the hand?" Misty asked.

"Not bad," Bridgette said, lifting her bandaged-wrapped left hand, "I can't hardly feel it right now, though I imagine it's going to hurt like a bitch later. The doctor said I got lucky, I should recover about 90%."

"90 percent?" Misty asked, "What'd he mean by that?"

"Well, my hand will heal, though I'll have a gnarly scar," Bridgette replied, "But my hand will be stiff, and he doubts I'll be able to make a perfect fist again."

Misty looked at Bridgette's hand, looking absurdly like a mummy's, "I'm sorry," Misty said, genuinly, "You always had such nimble hands."

"Oh, my fingers should be nimble still," Bridgette laughed, "Just slighly more clumsy then before. Then again," Bridgette said with a sly grin, "Nothing wrong with a little clumsiness," She giggled, reaching down to squeeze Misty's breast.

"Hey!" Misty said, grinning, "What was that for?"

"Sorry," Bridgette said, looking anything but, "I slipped. Clumsy fingers."

"I think I could get to like that." Misty confessed, leaning her head back, looking around. The battle had wound down, and Misty was glad there had been so few casualties.

"So, Mrs. Walker," Misty asked, "What do we do now?"

"Wait a minute!" Bridgette said, "Why am I Mrs. Walker, and your not Mrs. Miller?"

"I thought it was rather obvious," Misty said, "I alwaysd thought you were the more subserviant of us anyways."

"Subserviant?" Bridgette sputtered, "Since when? Who was it who spent ten months in Bathin's lair, bidding her time, waiting to find a weak spot?"

"Exactly!" Misty said, "Ten months being a servant girl. I rest my case."

"You bitch," Bridgette said, smiling as she said so, "You'r lucky I love you."

"Yea, I know," Misty said, "Now c'mere, Mrs. Walker, and prove it."

Their lips met, and they kissed with a passion they had never felt before. There would be more battles, more fighting, but for now, they were safe in each others arms.

"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"


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