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Author's note; Alright, since I'm getting so many reviews about this crap-tastic story, I wanted to ask for a vote. How many want Shark to die? I won't kill him this chapter or anything, I'm just honestly curious. 'w' Oi, I've also been wanting to ask for any suggestions too lazy to ask in my last three chappies about where you would like all this to go, since I don't see any reason in why I should end it soon. .

He had no idea where he was.

Was that bad?

Was anything bad anymore?

"See Samantha? This is what happens when you let them bleed out. They only suffer more."

"Y-yes daddy. Are you sure I can't just keep him though? We're awful far from the house.."

"Shut up, Sammy. Just get your boys to help me move him."

"Okay..."

A snap.

It...didn't sound like a sick snap...just...like...a snap. Like, how Lioness used to do whenever she wanted your attention after you tried to start a conversation with someone else. Yeah. Like that kinda snap..! The one between two fingers and-

"Samantha!"

Another scream shattered the blonde's thought as blue lights of pain completely shrouded around his form, making him furthermore quake against this slowing desire to keep breathing he had..though he truely thought there was no more reason for him to anyways, so to stop...couldn't be that bad...right?

Hawk is dead...Samantha wouldn't...lie...I'll never see his firery hair again...or hear a cocky remark about work or-

"Sorry, daddy. I just wanted to give him one last good shock. Ya know, for old times sakes?"

"Hmph. Whatever. Where did your boys dump the other bodies? I want to keep them together."

A pause. Not a good pause, either. Unlike the snap...Shark knew this couldn't be happy, perky news for him to hear right now. Not at all.

But...it couldn't be as bad as the thought of his waterworks pricking past his eyes at long last, and spilling over from one cut cheek to the other..but more or less thanks to the surfer's still surging thought of all his friend's corpses...lying somewhere trashy, apposed to someplace decent. Like they truly deserved.

It just wasn't right! Ugh! If Shark could move at all, there was no doubt in his mind that he would do something about this as a last wish. Give them all caskets and grave spots, by all means.

...Give them all, good-byes.

"Well, you see...Marco told Angelo, who told Nick, And Nick told Taylor to tell me-"

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"NO!"

Banging his head against the wheel, Hawk unconciously fingered the sea shell necklace that had been removed from it's assigned place for a while now, his right hand only thinking to hold onto that as his apposing clutched onto his head, an overwhelming sense of pain enveloping his thoughts and feelings as he thought it was all over..

...Before they even got halfway.

"Hawk. Hawk. Come in!"

The fuzzy voice droned in from his side, and Hawk banged his head against the wheel one more time before bothering to reach a hand to his walkie talkie, and beep back at the female voice.

"What's going on...L-lioness? Is he..there?"

"Just...stay in the car. You don't wanna come in here."

"What?!"

"I said; Don't come in. I...I think we need to call Axel, Hawk. Maybe call Shark's family..tell them that he's-"

"NO!"

Tossing the communications device aside, Hawk quickly flurried out the door of the car with necklace in hand before daring to peak up at the place he'd had such bad feelings about before, and inwardly cringe at the new thoughts enveloping in his head thanks to what Lioness said.

"Hawk. Don't do anything stupid, Hawk! Do you hear me?!"

Ignoring the voice still coming from his car, Hawk darted off for the rusted door and burst through it without slowing a beat, his green orbs immediatly trying to concentrate on anything in specific till he heard Lioness's voice again- Only this time, in person.

Dammit! Don't Shark...Don't do this to me!

Pushing himself up a series of stairs and into the room he was sure he head her voice coming from, Hawk could undoubtably say he dropped down to his knees at the sight before him as soon as he burst through...yet another door.

Bedsheets, covered in blood, were draped in one corner, and a metal collar loathed in the same liquid-ish material hung at every available place-- as did the bed...the walls..the floor...and the-

"No..."

"Hawk! I-i...told you! Get out of here..! This is-"

"Where's...His body?"

"Huh?"

"His body, Dammit!'

"Oh...I...er...don't...know Hawk."

Tilting his head forward to shield his face from any person's available view with sound of her unknowing, Hawk almost threatened himself internally to just go jump in front of a van before he started chuckling like a madman, to the point he was almost in hysterics.

A random thing to hear after finding out your best friend...no...the love of your life was dead...

But eh. What can Hawk say? His light was gone. Memories were flitting in front of his eyes because of it, and the masculine redhead was already accounting for how many ties he had a chance to prevent this- To stop any pain from coming Shark's way.

And somehow..he managed to fail. Again.

Sheesh. How many times could one person fail in a day? Was he truly that vulnerable that he couldn't do anything useful?

"Hawk..."

"Shut it, Lioness. Now's not the time. I want to...find his body."

"H-hawk...I'm sorry..."