Sadly, this is the last chapter. But I think you will love it. Cute as...well...I can't think of anything right now. I'm typing this late at night. Just think of something really, really cute!

We sat down on her bed, I took a deep breath and looked down at the floor. I told her about the police department and the conversation the cops were having.

"So...once I got home, I rummaged through my closet until I found my old Mysterion costume. It was pretty obvious that it wasn't going to fit, so I had to make a new one. It wasn't hard or anything, as you can see." I said gesturing to the cloak and shirt laying on her floor.

"I was stupid...I didn't have a plan or anything. But...my thirst for danger was too overwhelming. I arrived at the location early, thinking I could surprise them by stepping out of the shadows or something. Lame right?" I laughed and ran a hand through my hair. Bebe placed a hand on my arm and looked at me with kind eyes. Something I wasn't very used to.

"Yeah...so when I got there, the exchange was in progress. I was already there so there was no going back. I hid in the shadows, undetected. I mean...apparently not completely undetected, because out of no where I felt something hard hit me on the side of the head. I would've blacked out but I was moving when I got hit...so I was reeling back and I looked all over for what could've hit me. I noticed a large guy, like 6'7" or something, and full of muscles. He had hit me with the back of the gun in his hand." Bebe gripped my arm tighter as if it was happening at that moment and I was currently in danger.

"'Who the hell are you?' He shouted at me, pointing his automatic at me. I started blinking rapidly as blood trickled down my head from the spot he had hit me. I didn't say anything and was about to run when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned slowly and saw that there were about seven guys, all aiming guns at me. In a quick effort to escape, I jumped over an empty crate, but not fast enough. One of the guys planted this sucker in my arm." I stated patting the bandage lightly.

"I began running for an exit, bullets flying in my direction. One skimmed me, but the sheer pain caused me to tumble to the ground. I tried to get up, but was immediately slammed to the ground by a strong foot on my back. 'So...you thought you could spy on us, huh?' Someone said in a raspy voice. I couldn't tell who it was because I was still pinned down. But I felt a tug on my hood, that pulled me to my feet, almost choking me. A older man was standing in front of me his face twisted into a deep scowl." I attempted to make the face to lighten the mood, but Bebe's expression of worry didn't change.

"'You think you're tough shit don't you?' He said, pressing his finger hard on the cut to my forehead. 'You're just a fucking pansy to us you piece of shit.' He sent a solid punch straight into my gut, knocking the air out of me. The punches kept coming no matter how hard I tried to escape. He had his men restrain me and the man took a step back, before reaching for his belt and pulling out a pistol and aiming it at my head." Bebe gasped and held her free hand over her mouth. Her eyes were watery and I knew she would start crying. In an attempt to stop her I put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

"Don't worry. My stories not over yet...as he aimed his gun at me, I felt my heart rate quicken and I closed my eyes ready to bite the bullet. But instead, I heard a noise I never thought would be more beautiful. It was a police siren. My eyes shot open as one of them let go of me and they all ran off, cursing under their breaths. Realizing I was just given my chance, I dashed to the shadows and left as fast as I could. And...then I came here." I said, letting go of her.

"Why did you choose to come here?" I sat there for a minute. Why did I choose to go to Bebe? I had passed multiple friends houses as I had stumbled down the road.

"I don't know." I responded. "Something just told me to, I guess." I shrugged, standing up and picking up the articles on the floor. I turned around and began to walk to the window before I heard the bed squeak and felt a pressure around my waist. Bebe was holding me tightly, her forehead pressed against my upper back.

"Bebe?" Was all I could choke out. She tangled her fingers together, locking her place around me.

"You can't do this. You can't just live your life, not caring about death." I felt her grip tighten as tears fell from her cheeks and onto my back.

"That's where you're wrong." She seemed to be taken a back by this, and loosened her grip. I turned around, her arms still around my waist. I cupped her face in my hand and outlined her cheek with my thumb.

"I care about dying. I don't just care...I'm frightened! I've experienced death so many times that the pain of it all is burned into my memory. But...I realized this...I can't live my life in a bubble. I have to be able to accept what happens." She sniffed and wiped away her tears. The moonlight shone on her perfectly, shining off her beautiful blonde hair and making her look like an angel. Off instinct, I leaned down and placed a light kiss on her lips.

"K-Kenny-" I cut her off by placing another kiss on her, this one stronger. She kissed me back as she snaked her hands up and around my neck. My hands rested on the small of her back as I pulled her closer. We were separated by the noise of sirens in the distance.

"Shit!" I mumbled as I grabbed my things and walked to the open window. I stuck my head out the window before I felt a gentle touch on my side.

"Kenny...don't go." She said, her voice just barely a whisper. I looked back at her and saw the sadness and pain she must've been feeling. I let out a sigh and gave her a small smile. We laid down on her bed and she curled up into me. I placed my arm around her, and pulled the blonde girl close to me. She smiled and closed her eyes. I kissed her forehead and began tracing the outline of her cheek with my tb again.

As I looked at her, I realized that she looked like an angel again. A sight I didn't want to forget. I closed my eyes and nuzzled in closer to her, listening to her breathing as it became steady. I fell asleep listening to her breathing. I knew I would be extremely sore when I woke up, but holding her like that...was a feeling that I didn't want to end.

Kinda short, but cute ending right? ... Right? Always love your comments!