DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MAKING FIENDS, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, NOW R&R!
A/n: if I say Emily, I mean Vendetta, and if I say Vendetta, I mean Emily, so keep in mind that they are the same person. I believe that Vendetta's name was once Emily, just because she seems like an Emily. Just so you know that they're the same person.
"Hamster! Return to my side!" Vendetta screamed at the creature running from her. Grudge was abandoning her. He was tired of the way she treated him. He was tired of her in general. He stopped dead in the middle of the road, turned around, and screamed at his ex-mistress, "MY NAME ISN'T HAMSTER! IT'S GRUDGE!" But, what Grudge didn't see was a large school bus driving straight at him. "Hamster!" Vendetta cried, desperate for him to get out of the road. "That's just it! You never call me by my NAME, Vendetta! I once thought I loved you, but, now I know you never felt the same way!" Vendetta screamed at him, "GRUDGE! GET OUT OF THE ROAD!" angry that he didn't want to save his life. But, Grudge just thought she wanted him to come back to her, the stupid, lazy, bossy creature. So, he stubbornly set his foot down in the spot he was standing in "NO! I'M DONE HELPING YOU! FROM NOW ON, YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN!" and, then, the car hit him. Blood slashed everywhere. The hamster carcass was practically torn open, everyone even NEAR the road was blood splashed. Vendetta was panic-stricken. She tried to run out into the road to the dead body, but, Charlotte grabbed her arm. "No! I'm not losing you too! Grudge is fine!" "No he's not!" Vendetta argued back "I can feel it!" Vendetta forced her arm away from the girl, and raced toward him. "Grudge! Please! Don't die! Not yet! You're all I have left! I'm sorry! I love you! Please! Please! Grudge! No!" the hamster sleepily opened his eyes "I… Love… you… too…. Emily…" Vendetta was shocked that Grudge remembered her real, true name. But, then Grudges eyes closed, and he fell into an eternal sleep. Vendetta kissed his forehead, but, then, Charlotte grabbed the girls arm and led her away. A white ambulance came; two paramedics came out with a gernie and a white sheet. They put the pile of hamster that was once Grudge on the gernie, and covered him with a white sheet. Vendetta was in tears as she watched them wheel the dead body away. Charlotte stroked her head, as the girl in green wept over the loss of her hamster. "I'm sorry about Grudge." She said calmingly. "it was my own dumb fault. I should've appreciated him more, and then maybe he wouldn't have run into the streets to leave me." Emily Elizabeth Van Stormm did something she hadn't done in years. She cried. She wept, she wailed, she sobbed, etcetera. Charlotte gently patted her friends back. "It'll be ok. Do you want to go to the hospital to see him? The paramedics said they might be able to save him." Normally, Vendetta would've snapped "might? They might not!" but, she nodded, they got in Charlotte's car, and drove to see the hamster. Vendetta stared out the window, and thought, didn't the stupid blue girl read this stupid story? He's already dead. They can't save him. I'm going to be an orphan. Mother's dead, father's dead, everyone's dead, and now, Grudge is dead. Charlotte heard sniveling in the passenger seat, so, she offered her a sugar cookie. Even at 16, she always had them on hand. For some reason, I think that sugar cookies can make everything better. Instead of shoving the cookie away, Emily took the cookie, and grunted a "thank you." Finally, they made it to the run-down old hospital. They saw the ambulance pull in, and a sheet that was coated in red wheeled into a door with the word "mortuary" above it in a glowing, bright sign. Emily leaped out of the pink car, and raced toward the ambulance where a paramedic was. "Excuse me," she said, tapping the mans shoulder "the hamster, MY hamster, Grudge, he's going to be ok, right?" the man looked very grave. I'm afraid not, sweetie." He put a hand on her shoulder, but, pulled away, wrote something on a sticky note, and handed it to Emily. "The hospital grief counselor. Go talk to her." Normally, Emily would've sicked a fiend on the paramedic for talking to her like some normal grieving girl, for calling he sweetie, and for suggesting that she was grieving. But, she walked up to Charlotte. "Well how is he?" the blonde girl in a blue tank top asked. Emily buried he face in the girls' shoulder, and had herself a good cry. No more fiends Grudge. She thought I don't want to cause anyone anymore pain. Now, I know what it feels like to hurt. One by one my family left me. Mother, Father, Aunt Gloria, Uncle Roderick, the giant red cat, now you… no… no one else will experience this hurt, not because of me. I know I was supposed to make more fiends with you when I got home, but, I first have to figure out where home is, and who I'll be with now. She and Charlotte stayed that way for a long time, before going to the grief counselor. Of course, the main priority was getting Emily to a new home. She was going to stay with Charlotte and her grandmother. "I can't believe this is happening." Emily mourned. "Don't blame me." Charlotte said, then, pointing up at a brunette thirteen year old with no social life, a French braid, and internet access. "Izfan26 is writing this." Emily looked up at me, and screamed, "CURSE YOU, IZFAN26! CURSE YOU FOR KILLING GRUDGE! CURSE YOU FOR CHANGING MY NAME TO EMILY! CURSE YOU FOR SENDING ME TO LIVE WITH CHARLOTTE AND HER GRANDMOTHER! CURSE YOU FOR ALL OF THIS! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY MAKE IT ANY WORSE?" I laughed evilly. "What are you going to do? Destroy me with fiends? In case you haven't noticed, I've stopped that from happening." Emily continued to cry all the way to her new house on Churchill road, with no idea how much worse I was going to make her life.