Ah, this one's a classic. Hello people of Liberty Kids, it is I Cerventes with the final part of my Liberty Kids Trilogy. Enjoy Enoy No Flames No Flames. REviews appreciated, and good luck to all dakari. Peace not Bush.

28-year-old Sarah was up early one morning. She and her lover were on the way to a vacation in Vegas. James and her had been married for 5 years, ever since her previous husband, her "beloved" Ron, mysteriously died of the cholera. Or was it really the cholera? The plants were watered, her bags were packed

Sarah had finished watering all the plants and packing the bags since Harry was still in bed; just as she had planned. She was euphorically looking forward to spending a week of booze, gambling and regeneration with the man she loved. But was the man she loved really James?

Without warning she gave him a slug

"Hey Honey." James said, waking up and yawning, "You going somewhere?"

"Oh, yes James, I am going somewhere. Unfortunately, you're not going with me!"

Before he could do anything, she pulled out her family's shotgun seemingly out of nowhere, and aimed.

Now her husband's slaughtered

"What the… Sarah? Ahhhh, noooooOOOOO!" James screamed, scrambling over the bed.

with a 12 gauge whack

Without a word, Sarah pulled the trigger, sending the slug into his chest. James flew back 4 feet, and hit the bedpost.

Stranglehold of fear - It still won't disappear

"Ehhghghh.. Her… mione… wh.. wh.. why?"

It's growing stronger - And still he's watching her

"He he he! HA HA HA" Sarah was as giddy as a daughter of the revolution. From out of the shadows a dark figure emerged. James could just barely make the face out, but it looked like….

Again she's leaving home - Again she's all alone

"Dra… dra... Henry?" Jamescouldn't believe his clouded eyes.

Sarah maniacally grinned. "Oh, yes. Isn't my new fiance wonderful? We're getting married! You'd be our man of honor, but it looks to me like you have a previous engagement, isn't that right 'my love'?"

Again she knows exactly what to do

Henry smiled at the writhing James. "Hermione dear, we really should be going."

"Oh, yes darling. You run along ahead. I just have one last thing to do to get ready."

Herni put on his sunglasses that matched his $40,000 dollar white suit and got into his stolen Ferrari horse carriage from revolution. As he waited, Sarah dragged a bloody, dying James by the heels down the stairs into the basement.

"Sara... io… ne… b… but… why?" James croaked. Sarah just grinned as she took out a crowbar and removed three planks from the floor.

"Welcome to your final resting place, dearest. I hope you find it as suitable as its previous inhabitant. Oh, I almost forgot. Did I mention you have a… roomate?"

Like with the others before

"R… ron?" James was shocked at the sight of his decrepid friend's corpse, only recognizable by the trademark Weasly red shock of hair.

"Oh, pleaasseee, James." You didn't really believe that a gold-rush era disease killed you best friend? But then again, you always did get low marks on your REVOLUTIONLs…" At that moment, James noticed the empty jug of gasoline in her hands.

This time around, yeah it's kinda final

"Sarah… you… your no… not going to…"

"Make this house your funeral pyre? Oh yes! I can't wait to see the look on your face. Ha ha ha! The finality of it all! I love it!" As she stepped onto the stairs, she pulled out her shotgun, and fired at the propane tanks in the left side of the basement.

"Sara… Herm… no…" James moaned, blood spilling out of his eyes.

"Oh, don't worry, darling. I'll let you put it out. Here…" Sarah threw him his musketry, landing at his feet. "Go on James, put out the fire! Use a shoot."

Unfortunately, James could not use his arms.

Ride 'till you fall

"HA HA HA!" Sarah threw her head up in the air and expressed her feelings of lust, love, and sin. "You can't move your arms because of my…" she grinned, "12- gauge whack…" As Sarah bounded up the stairs, she stopped, and smiled. "Ta ta, Jamesly boy!", leaving him helpless and alone.

Then the shotgun divorce

Sarah noticed that an explosion was about to rock the house. Using her powers, she did a flip out the window and into the passenger seat of the Enzo.

"What took you so long?" Henri asked chuckling, as the house exploded in a brilliant array of colors.

"Lets just say I had a… hot date!" Sarah joked.

The two chuckled at the funny pun, and floored the accelerator at 120 miles per hour, away from the scene of the shotgun divorce.

It's her way out and she can't deny

"So tell me, darling, how did you think of that ingenious way of killing your husband?"

"I guess it's my hobby. I can't deny it. I really love to indulge myself in these…. 'affairs'!"

"I know, but… don't do it to me!" Henri said with amusement.

"Oh, Henri, you make me laugh! Ha ha HA!"

She loves to kill and she kills for love

In a reflective mood, she leaned back and closed her eyes. "Draco, you know I love to… kill." Sarah snuggled into his shoulder. "But I kill… for love."

"You do it for me. How romantic!"

"I know!" Sarah dramatized with much laughter and vengence.

Autumn leaves keep falling on the ground

(Three months later)

Sarah had been married to Henri for three months, and their marriage had been a whirlwind affair of intrigue, lust, and redemption. Outside of Henri's $320,000,000 France estate, Sarah stood on the top of a fall foliated high hill that was part of one of Henri's twelve 18-hole golf courses. Sarah was livin' large off of Henri's corporate empire money.

Someday she knows that they will try to hunt her down

The whole cover story of the "accidential fire" blew over pretty well, but there was some suspect of arson. Henri had paid off the sheriff into believing that a drunken James had started the fire, and shot himself after. Even so, Sarah was still nervous that justice would catch up with her. She couldn't sleep at night, and there was nothing Henri could do to comfort her.

Plain revulsion, no love can be found

Although there was no love between her and James , she still was haunted by the image of his broken body burning. Sure she enjoyed it, but it was still disgusting.

After all is said and done there is no rebound

Sometimes, she felt she could not go back to her former life. The murders were a heavy burden, and she knew that karma would catch up with her

Now she's living scared

Even though she cared

Sarah had killed them for Henri, for his safety and love. And yet, she always thought she made a mistake. But maybe, it was the best decision she ever made. She was torn, like a doll that had been ripped up by a hunting dog.

He is gone

His head blown off

And even the wealth and love could not chase the image of James's dead body away from her. A dead body, who's head likely exploded in the inferno. Exploded because of lust…

A fitting conclusion to a fitting trilogy. Stay start, liberty kids. Do.