This chapter has been changed due to it previously being garb. Please take into account that the next few chapters have not yet received this change, so any discontinuity between them is all my fault.

Molly.

He needed to find Molly. His thoughts were gone, replaced by a fury that seemed endless. Nothing had changed, how could he be so stupid? He should have listened to Ahri, but he didn't and now he was on a collision course with the rest of the kingdom. Everyone hated him. He was still alone. He was still an outcast. He was still hunted. He was still a monster.

He walked through the streets with his katana in his hand, still glowing and humming with power, but the flames that surrounded him had died down. If he was paying attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed the doors and windows slamming shut as he walked the streets. He would have hears the screams of frightened people as they ran from his sight. He also would have noticed her before she spoke.

"Flynt? Is that you?" The familiar voice came from behind him.

He stopped in his tracks and chuckled to himself. "I'm going to cut your damn throat." The echo hadn't faded from his voice, and as he turned he could see Samantha backing up slowly. Flynt smirked and began approaching her slowly.

"Wait! Don't do this Flynt. You don't want to."

"Oh, but I do. My life was ruined because of you and the others. Consider this payback."

"Flynt, stop this. This isn't you. What happened to the man who saved my life all that time ago?"

He laughed loudly as he began to quicken his pace. "Now I'm human huh? Now that you have nowhere to run and no one to back you up I'm one of you! Is that it?" Flynt launched himself through the air, tackling Samantha to the ground. "I'm going to kill every single one of you."

"Flynt you don't have to do this. Don't be who they say you are. Don't prove their lies."

Flynt placed his sword on her neck. "It's not as if people don't already believe it, so why disappoint them?"

"Then kill me. Go ahead and make the cut, but just know that someone is trying to help you." Samantha closed her eyes. "And you're killing that person."

Flynt pressed down a bit on his sword, drawing a small amount of blood. He squeezed his hand tight around the handle, but before he could follow through with his threats, her reasoning caused his anger to boil away, leaving an emptiness behind. He stood up and sheathed his blade. "Go."

Samantha opened her eyes. "What?"

"Leave before someone figures out who your are, and that you're around me. You need to run."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Flynt glared at her. "You're not coming with me. I have caused you enough pain."

Samantha gripped her neck. "It doesn't hurt that much."

"That's not what I meant." After a long pause, Flynt confessed. "I'm leaving this world Sam."

"What do you mean?"

"That night, when everything went to shit, instead of dying, I found myself in another world. It might be somewhere where I can start over, somewhere where I can live my life without having to worry about who I put in harm's way."

"Then I'm coming with you."

"No. You're not."

"I am, and you can't do anything about it."

Flynt sighed. "Why? You've got it all here. Just stick with what you have and leave me in the past."

"This isn't a debate, this is me saying that I will be coming with you. I hate it here as much as you do, and besides, you need someone to make sure you don't get into trouble."

Flynt sighed. "Then come to my old place in the woods. I trust you still know how to get there?"

She nodded. "You know you've got arrows in your back right?"

"Oh… yeah I forgot about those."

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"It does now."

"Yeah, we need to get those taken care of."

"Sam I have to leave. You have to leave. I'll take care of it when I get back home."

"Oh hush Thrall. This is happening right now so it doesn't get infected or something."

It hurt… a lot. There were at least six in his back, but the good thing was that they weren't barbed; that would have been brutal. Flynt resorted to biting down on his sword sheath to stop from yelling to give away their position.

"Last one."

"Thank you."

"Oh come on, you're doing great, you haven't yelled once, or passed out, or died."

"Again."

Samantha chuckled, "Yes again, now hush up, and brace yourself."

Flynt closed his eyes, and prepared himself.

"I'll count to three."

No she wouldn't, she's been pulling at two this entire time.

"One..."

She won't get to three.

"Two..."

Flynt relaxed, knowing it would be easier to pull out that way.

…

Nothing happened. Flynt opened his eyes and turned around. He saw Samantha on the ground, groaning, an arrow through her stomach.

"What? No!" Flynt kneeled down to her. "Sam? Sam!?"

Samantha coughed, "I'm here Flynt… I'll be fine, just go."

"No. I can get you help. We can fix this."

"Stubborn as ever. You haven't changed a bit."

"Samantha wait, we can-"

"No we can't Flynt, I'm sorry." she coughed again. "Just leave, and remember to defy the lies."

"Aww… how touching… I almost cried," Flynt spun around and saw a man with blue armor on. It was Ace, leader of the Fez, professional asshole.

Flynt glanced back to Samantha, but she stopped moving. "What have you done?"

"Me? I didn't do anything." Ace tossed him his bow. "You're holding the weapon. I see a bow, and an arrow."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you people plague me so?" Flynt drew his sword. "Why can't I just live my life? Why can't I ever be happy?"

Ace just smirked. "You don't deserve it."

Flynt managed to control his anger; he didn't erupt in flames like he did a few minutes ago, but he leaped at Ace, slashing with his sword. Ace ducked under the attack and took his large greatsword from his back. Flynt reached for the sheath of his sword and gripped it in his other hand. When Ace swung, it took both Flynt's sword, and the sheath to parry the strike. When Flynt struck, Ace parried hard enough to not allow Flynt to attack with the other arm. They were equally matched, for the moment.

"I bet you're looking for Molly?"

Flynt lost focus for a fraction of a second, it that was nearly enough to get cleaved in half by the downward strike from Ace. "Where is she!?"

"Let's just say she'd in good hands, and she's happy in those hands. Quite contrary as to how she was with you."

Flynt ignored the comment, even though he knew exactly what it meant.

Ace simply confirmed his thoughts "Yes Flynt, your dearly beloved is with yours truly."

Ace thought he'd be stunned or shocked, but none of that happened. Flynt simply yelled and, stabbed Ace through the chink in his armor, tackling him to the ground in the process. Flynt dropped the sheath, stood above Ace, pulled out his sword and pointed the tip of it at Ace's face.

"Your sword, throw it over there."

Ace did.

"I'm going to enjoy killing you. Not for what you did to me, but for what you did to her." Flynt pointed back to where Samantha's body lay. Flynt ripped off Ace's armor, smiled, and swung his sword quickly into Ace's already bleeding chest. The cut was shallow enough to not be quite deadly, but it drew blood, and probably hurt. Ace didn't show any signs of pain.

"That all you got?" Ace said through gritted teeth.

Flynt shook his head, and rose his sword. He brought it down through Ace's arm, pinning him to the ground. Ace yelled.

"Torture... this makes you less of a monster huh?" Ace managed through gritted teeth.

Flynt gave Ace a sly, evil-looking grin and raised his katana for one final blow. The last blow that would end the man before him who was jeering at him even as he faced death.

"Stop!" For the second time today, a familiar voice caused him to stop.

It was Molly. Molly, the woman he once thought he loved. The one who gave him promises that were broken not long after.

"Flynt stop this!"

"Why the hell should I?"

"Because he doesn't deserve this."

"He killed Sam."

"And he has to live with that for the rest of his life, don;t you think that's punishment enough? Just leave him. Please." Molly stepped up to Flynt.

If he wanted to, he could have just stood there and killed them both easily, but Samantha's words came back to him.

Molly stared directly into his eyes. He couldn't kill her, even if she hated him, even if she'd betrayed him, even if he'd been the reason for the ruining of his old life. He had a chance to start over, and it was waiting for him back at his shack. He would leave these two to live with themselves, and under the corrupt watch of Elder Garrison, who was likely still laying on the floor where Flynt left him.

He turned, sheathing his sword and walked away.

Flynt arrived at the shack thirty minutes later and saw Ahri leaning against the wall. She had fallen asleep while he was gone. Flynt sighed and left her outside as he ventured into his shack, plopping himself face-down on his mattress. He was asleep within a minute, and didn't even hear her enter the shack.

She glanced at Flynt's back where the arrow remained embedded in his flesh. "My god…"

She nudged him, and he groaned.

"There's an arrow in your back. Did you know that?"

He groaned again.

"I'm going to take it out, alright?"

There was no response, so Ahri took hold of the arrow and yanked it out of Flynt's back. His only response was his back tensing up when she did it.

"Are you alright?"

When Flynt didn't respond still, she sighed and sat against the side of the bed. "Just don't die. Again. I need to get back home."

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