It was three months after the incident and it was far away from Rachel's mind. Both Tyler and she were able to find in apartment in such a short time. The school of house them, but they wouldn't have been roommates. They really didn't want to room with anyone else, or start over like that. So the school agreed to let them live in one of the apartments just three blocks from the campus. Rachel was done with her classes for the day and was waiting on Tyler to return. He said that he had a surprise for her and she couldn't skip out tonight. The last time Tyler had a surprise for her she took he to a gay/ lesbian bar.

Now sitting at her computer, Rachel was surfing the web while she was in her favorite chat room. Though today it seemed as though there was nothing but idiots on, complaining about everything. She sighed with an eye roll as they tried to pull her into their petty arguing. She left them continue not even bothering with the stupidity that it was filled with. What she really wanted to do was tell them to fuck off and leave her the hell alone, when suddenly a private message popped up on the screen from D-Tech. She hadn't even noticed that this person was even in the chat room.

D-Tech: Well this is a trilling conversation. Lol

FireRose: No joke, any deeper and we might have to call the UN in. XD

Continuing to speak with she found that D-Tech was actually rather intelligent and didn't mind her dirty mouth. Apparently he has brothers who tend to, in her opinion, underappreciated him, but he says he's use to it and still gets along better. And one of his older brother happens to also swear like a sailor, she joke about them having a competition. He also got her to talk about her passion, dancing. They talked for what seemed like forever, and in the end exchanged emails. That was when Tyler burst in, all bright in his gay glory.

"Come on honey, we're going out tonight, partying, and getting fucked!" Rachel laughed at her friend and smiled to him.

"Okay, okay, Ty. Let me just get ready." Turning back to the computer she told her new friend that she had to leave.

D-Tech: Have fun tonight FR.

FireRose: Thanks D. I'll talk to you later.

Signing off Rachel hurried to get dressed. Knowing Tyler like she did, she would have to be dressed fancy yet sluty. So she pulled out her favorite skin tight red dress, that produced a good amount of cleavage and a slit up her right thy; along with her red strap stilettos and her tiny red purse. Once dressed, she stepped out and heard a whistle coming from her left, and she looked to see Tyler was looking her up and down. He was wearing a purple silk button up shirt and tight black slacks.

"Honey, if I wasn't gay I'd do you." He said smiling which caused her to smile brightly.

"Thanks dear, you look fuckable as well." They both laughed and looped arm, heading out for the night.

For once Rachel was shocked; of course once upon a time this wasn't unusual with Tyler as her best friend. But for once he hadn't taken her to a place that she wouldn't fit in. instead they went to a dance club, with loud music, a banging bar, and hot straight guys. Grant it, Tyler had gone on the dance floor with not so long ago. Rachel thought it would be a good idea to let him do his thing. Not too long after she got out on the floor herself and guys were asking her to dance left and right. Unfortunately, none of them could keep up with her, and she smirked every time they gave up and backed off. It helped that the whole reason she was in New York City was because of her dancing. The way she moved and flowed was like poetry.

It was about an hour before she went off the floor to get a drink. Relaxing by the bar Rachel looked out to the dance floor to find Tyler and see how he was making out, or if he was just making out, but she couldn't find her best friend anywhere in the club. Turning to the bartender Rachel asked if he had seen where the man she came with had gone. The bartender pointed to the back door and told her that he went that way with another man. Slightly worried she thanked the man and made her way to the door. This wasn't like Tyler; normally he would stay where he and Rachel could get to each other if cock block was needed. Opening the door she found it led into a back alley way, which mostly held dumpsters. She closed the door behind her which blocked out the loud music; with it gone she heard a wet gurgling sound from around the corner. It was like someone was gargling something while talking. As silent as she could be she made her way to the noise; only to see a sword being pulled from her best friend's neck. Standing in shock as Tyler's body falls limp to the ground, a pool of warm red liquid started to for around his head, as everything from his spinal cord to the frontal flaps of skin were visible. A dim to shine was on the blood from the florescent light on the wall near her. The tall figure was in the process of cleaning his sword, not yet noticing her yet. That was fine with Rachel, because once the shock wore off it was soon replaced with anger and adrenalin. She picked up a metal pipe that was sitting in the trash, and with a battle cry she charged at the man. He only turned around in time to have the pip come in contact with the side of his head. He ended up falling and rolling back into and up right crouch; blood trickled from the side of his head.

"Get up you mother fucking asshole! Get up so I can kill you!"

But when Rachel blinked the man was right in front of her. His eyes seemed to be glowing in the darkness as his hand clamped around her throat. He lifted her up with only a slight effort to it,. Struggling something fierce as she dropped the pipe, Rachel was able to swing her leg around and kick him right in the groin. This caused the man to drop her almost instantly. Then she took bother her hand making them into one big fist, and struck him on the back of his neck making him fall all the way to the asphalt. Rachel kicked him with her stiletto heals a few times for good measure before she ran over to her best friend. It was obvious he was dead, but she just couldn't believe it. To her this was Tyler the guy who could bounce back from anything, and would do it with grace a style. He was her dance partner, her sexy gay, her long lost brother. She couched down a gently touched his soft, black; blood soaked hair, as if that touch would will him alive.

Suddenly Rachel was almost knocked over by a horrific pain her side and used her left arm for support. Looking down she saw what looked like a throwing star from a ninja movie, embedded in her side. Cussing up a storm from the pain she looked up as a shadow consumed her. The man was in enough like to see that the right side of his face had a long white scar. Towering over her he slowly pulled his katana from its sheath and took ready to strike, she realized that she had no way of getting out of it this time. Rachel gritted her teeth and closed her eyes waiting for that strike. Instead the sound of metal striking metal filled here ears. Opening her eyes she saw a gleaming forked weapon a caught the katana just above her head.

"Now that ain't the way to treat a lady like that." A Brooklyn accent came from under a fedora and a trench coat. It was near imposible to see who it was due to her vision failing from the blood loss. Rachel was trying to remember her first aid courses. Turning back to Tyler she gripped the edge of his shirt, saying a silent apology she started to tare the shirt. Once she had a good many strips she tied some of them together and started to dress her wound, though she was having a very hard time. It seemed like her body wanted to go numb and limp, her eyes were heavy and in need of rest. Somehow this process bad in her brain and she tried to make her body listen, though it didn't seem like it wanted to.

Suddenly there was someone beside her talking, but she couldn't make out what they were saying or who they were. The next thing she knew she felt herself being lifted up off the ground. Finally her body and mind gave way and she fell into the darkness, vaguely wondering if this was it.