a/n: I've had this on livejournal for quite some time now...I'm not sure why I haven't uploaded it here.

Oh, cough...I'm No Room At The Holiday Inn, obviously. I changed my name.

It was then end of a great day. It had been beautiful outside all afternoon, sunny and not too hot. She'd been out window-shopping with her friends all day. But now, she was alone.

It was the night of August 31, 1999.

Her life was about to go to hell.

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Ivana Man, a drag queen, walked the three blocks home at a slow pace, drinking in the near-empty streets of Alphabet City at ten o'clock all she could. Amazing Grace, her best friend, had wanted her to stay at Femmes Fatale that night to watch her new act, but Ivana had other things on her mind.

As soon as she got home, Ivana knew something was different- firstly, the middle-aged Hispanic man seated next to a large black guy on her couch. Neither of them looked too happy. Secondly, the entire apartment was even messier than usual. It seemed her whole living space had been ripped apart by a tornado.

"Mr.…Z?" She questioned with a loud gulp. The drag queen knew what was coming.

"You knew the deal, queer bait," Mr. Z said in a menacing tone. "We agreed that if you didn't have my money by noon, you'd be dead meat, correct?"

"W-we-" Ivana began, as pale as a sheet.

"Ain't that right, Donzo?" The drug dealer said, turning to his bodybuilder 'friend'. Donzo nodded with a grunt.

"I just n-need more time…p-please, don't…" She stuttered, backing against the wall. "Please!"

"Should've thought about that earlier, shouldn't you?" Mr. Z said coldly as Donzo suddenly took firm hold of her arms. Ivana tried to fight him all she could, thrashing in is grasp, trying to kick him with her heels, everything. The bodyguard was unaffected.

"Aww, don't fight it, kid." The scarred Hispanic said, clearly reveling in her fear. The dealer pulled out his shotgun and fired one shot straight into her stomach.

Ivana was immediately paralyzed with fear and excruciating pain. The only thought going through her mind was 'I'm gonna die…I'm gonna die…'. She could feel her own blood gushing out of her abdomen, starting to trickle up her esophagus. Donzo dropped her to the ground, high-tailing it out of there with his boss as they always did.

The last thing the drag queen could remember was heaving, streams of blood bursting from her mouth, and seeing light pour into the dark room from the hallway.