Kevin

Jason gave the cease fire and ordered us to duck. He reloaded a .45 in his right hand, then the sub-machine gun that he had taken from Rolf's body. He slammed the extended magazine of the MP9 against his knee, then kneeled with only his eyes above the window sill. He chuckled and opened the trap door of the club house.

"I need you guys to be back up," he said, then gestured for me to follow him.

I did and saw the joyous sight of the Kanker with the red hair that was like an afro laying in a pool of blood. And yelled in surprise as Jason shot her seven or twelve more times.

"What the fack was that for!"

"Making sure she's dead," he said. "Might have been a trap; Sarah's blood, pretending to be dead…"

Next to her was a Molotov with a lit end. I picked it up and gave it to Jason. He cast his eyes down to it and sighed, looking up at the others in the tree house.

"C'mon down-and bring Rolf," he called.

And then the ceremony began. Rolf was in his Urban Ranger uniform. Johnny and Jimmy and Plank were in their uniforms, making the queer hand signs. Jason twirled the bottle in his hand, looking down at Rolf with a pity that no one should give; I knew somehow that Jason felt that he should have died, not Rolf.

"Rolf was the leader of the Urban Rangers," he said slowly. "He had been a hard worker and a fiercely loyal friend. He died defending his honor and his friends. For this, he gets the seat to the right hand side of God…" he paused for a moment. "Or whatever god he worshipped."

It wasn't a bad religious joke that you might think it is; Jason didn't know what or who Rolf worshipped.

Everyone went by his body on the ground, saying their good-byes.

Jason threw the Molotov into the air. It twirled around and dropped on the rim on Rolf body. The Captain Morgan spread across his body and ignited the wood chips and sticks that he lay on and that surrounded him. Johnny and Jimmy began to make a tent like thing out of wood, leaning two logs together then making another right next to it. The did this all round Rolfs body and Johnny and Jimmy sat back. Jimmy began to drum out a sad tune that I think went along with what Johnny was playing on a bugle; 'Taps', I guess.

The raging fire burned quickly and soon only ashes were left.

"He wanted his ashes to be spread across his home land," Johnny said.

A sudden wind blew the ashes eastward, towards his house.

"This is his home land," I said, smiling.

The other left. I had turned on my heels when something gold got my eye. I bent down and saw a gold locket that he had always worn.

I opened it and saw his old picture; the one with a pig kissing him while he walked across his farmland with a happy expression on his face. It was black and white, from the Old Country that he always talked about. And then their was a picture of the entire cul-de-sac, even with the Dorks, but not Jason.

I hung it around my neck and never took it off. I wanted to remember what I was fighting for.

I wanted to remember Rolf.

A/N: Sorry about the short update. I wanted this to be a more…I can't think of the word. I wanted this to me more sad than just to be blurred out by the events that happens next. I will now answer questions:

Were did Jason get his guns? Well, against his father wishes (or not), Jason had broken into his father gun collection. After a bit of research, I discovered that you can legally own an MP9 with a permit. I'm pretty sure that it's the same permit you need to own an assault rifle.

How did Nazz lose it? Well, you'll find out in a totally different story(ies).

How did Nazz join the Kankers? You'll find out in the next chapter.

Where are their parents? Jeez, I dunno…I think I remembered having everyone's parents writing the same note in a different story yet to be posted. Something about a two year long business trip…I dunno. I'd have to read it to remember.

I just want to thank my two reviewers King of Werewolves and FanofDa'EdBoyz. King gave me the idea to name the story and Fan gave me the idea to fill in the gaps. He also gave me a long review, which made me quite happy. Now, ROCK ON! Review please! Or you'll get no desert!...er…thanks! Or something. God, I'm getting old….