Title: From The Shadows, My Heart Emerges: Part Six - END

Author: Jezebel Jai-Braxlin

Summary: We come to a close...

Disclaimer: I do not own The Tribe


Title: Part Six - END


Pure had tears streaming down her face. Her hands fluttered lightly around his wounds, unsure of what to do.

"Ram, I-I-I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Baby, I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

Ram coughed.

"I forgive you. Shh, shh. It's alright." Another cough. "Now, are you listening? I have three things I need you to do for me before..."

"Don't say that! Don't ever say that! You're not going to die. Your gonna be fine! Get up! We'll get help!"

"Pure. Please." He almost chuckled.

"NO! Get up Ram! You're NOT dieing!"

"Pure, listen to me." His voice took on it's usual commanding tone. "Three things."

Pure swallowed and stifled a whimper.

"What..."

"Promise me that you'll never forget me. Never forget this."

"You know I won't... "

Ram smiled indulgently. "And on that front, you must lead the attack on this Mall."

She nodded, eyes clenched.

"Secondly, I want a kiss." He smirked, a sadistic picture, his lips coated in blood. He coughed violently, sending a spray through her hair like before. "Our first and last." He sputtered.

She leaned over and gently kissed his reddened lips. A new pain filled her, missing something she never had. Everyone she'd ever loved had died that night. She was completely alone in a world without order. She needed Ram.

"Now," He coughed again. "Read the letter. Remember what it says; keep it close to your heart always. And remember, I love you."

His eyes started to close.

"Ram NO! Ram, stay with me Ram, PLEASE!"

He was gone.

"No RAM! Don't leave me! I love you! NO! Come back!" She sobbed. "Don't leave me here to live alone!"

She cried for what seemed like hours, before finally remembering his final request. She opened it and read the note. The rest of the Mallrats filed in in a rush. There was a scream. A babbled of words, but all background noise. Reading the last words, she laid her head on Ram's blood soaked, unbreathing chest, and wept.

From the shadows, my heart emerges


A/N: I like this story. It meant something dear to me when I wrote it, and still does today! ^.^