A/N: FINALLY. I DID IT!

Next chapter; THE LAST ONE! So that will mean I'll be DONE with this story :D. It's been a while I have updated this though :S Now, gotta catch up on my other stories :O

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btw I totally screwed some parts of this... sorry. :/

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Dark Twisted Games

Her brown hair flowed in the cold air as she tried to direct herself through the really dark night. Tears were streaming out her shiny onyx eyes, blurring her perfect vision and her heartbeat was getting faster and faster. She didn't know where she was going, she didn't know when she would be completely safe, she didn't know exactly why she ran away, but she at least knew one thing; she was running.

It killed her so much to know that the man she loved was perhaps fighting to death for her at this moment that she practically felt her heart bleeding inside her chest. That was her moment, that was their moment and she knew that if she gave up so soon, she would give away her life to the man that made a living hell of it.

It wasn't time for abandoning; knowing she would soon taste freedom put her in a het up state.

If only she knew where she was running.

Courtney, judging she was far enough to take a short break, stopped a few seconds, feeling like she had covered a thousand miles. And then, for the first time in her few perfect days of heaven, the princess felt herself caught in hell; a dark twisted game Justin changed the rules of everyday. She just knew her destiny was to burn down in flames, and she didn't know anymore why she kept fighting.

If everything happens for a reason, this mad situation was definitely fate.

Her body being intruded on by weakness, Courtney knew she couldn't make it. It was too much for her.

And she stayed at the same place for what seemed like hours.

Duncan's hands gripped firmly Justin's neck, trying his best to prevent the model from breathing. Though his face was red due to the amount of blood gathered in his facial veins, the tanned man kept struggling harder and harder against the punk's strength, strategizing on how he would get rid of Courtney later.

Yeah, this surprise visit kinda shook the two lovers up, and also contradicted his plans of hiring people to kill his ex-wife, but it was totally done on purpose. Actually, on the way to Montreal, Justin thought about a few things to calm up his angst against Courtney, and figured out that even though he would assuredly keep his business man reputation clean, letting Courtney being killed by strangers couldn't satisfy his needs. He needed something live, something he could feel the emotions of.

He needed to assassinate her by himself.

Being convinced of this, Justin cancelled his employee's work and drove straight up to Courtney's motel, not feeling the need of sleep until this duty was accomplished. Parked in the lot, he opened the trunk of his gilded automobile, smiled widely and closed it, not getting anything out of it. Justin then walked to the motel room, his hands balled dup into solid fists.

He never thought Duncan would be so dumb that he would open the door to a perfect stranger when it's freaking 3 am in the morning. Truthfully, Justin never thought Duncan would be in there, with Courtney, and he would be dressing up while opening the door.

The equation was simple. Duncan + Courtney + messy hair and clothes barely put on = sex.

Not only she had lied to him about her death, but also she cheated on him with another man, which involved sexual intercourse. That made his fury increase uncontrollably, causing him to punch the punk in the face and try to beat him up, just while Courtney ran out by the back door.

Unfortunately, Duncan could take over him and push him against the wall, causing items hung on the wall to fall off and hit his head, making it bleed. Justin, being furious, fought back by grabbing the punk's collar and pinning him against the wall nearby, knocking his hard fist against the man's pierced face. Duncan's lips were cut, and he had a long throbbing red line crossing his head, but that didn't stop him from struggling. He couldn't give up; Courtney needed her freedom.

The punk's hands could make it to the model's soft neck, covering it and pressing the best way he could, shortening the bad husband's breath. His face became red, it being a sign of suffocation, as Duncan gripped it tighter and stronger, his teeth gritted. Feeling powerless, Justin felt himself losing consciousness slowly, offering himself to death, but then realised he had his both hands free.

The model grabbed the nearest item possible resting on a plane counter-length surface, which happened to be a porcelain lamp, and attempted to strike Duncan with it and targeting the head, shattering the pear-shaped object into sharp pieces. Duncan couldn't take the pain anymore, as his head dripped millilitres of blood, and felt his body slowly being taken over by gravity and fall on the ground, fainted.

Justin looked down at the man; he knew that Duncan wouldn't make it without help since he was losing too much blood. It was like he actually killed him, and that left him pretty content.

But the most important part was still in liberty.

The night temperature was below the 10 degrees Celsius, but that didn't stop the runaway from covering meters and meters in the chilly breeze, causing her skin to get goose bumps. Courtney was still running through the woods while desperately wishing Duncan was okay. For one of the few times in her life, she felt egoistic. Egoistic for leaving the love of her life fighting for her.

Courtney's body suddenly reacted at those last few words by slowing the pace of her run.

The love of my life?

She couldn't believe those words. It was normal since she never really thought or spoke them, not even with her ex-husband. A sixteen-year-old version of her would have probably thought of these words they were about her boyfriend, but a grown-up adult that went through rough times like hers wouldn't believe in the power of these words anymore. But curiously Courtney felt her heart beating harder and harder when she thought of them now.

So perhaps she did mean it.

Courtney smiled through dried tears; it was the first time she ever loved and felt loved back. And this act was done by a man she thought she would never be able to trust again, not by the one she trusted but betrayed her many times. Duncan was her first boyfriend, and she hoped he would be the last one.

He was the one and he always had been.

And she always knew it from the bottom of her fragile heart.

Courtney passed so much time remaining in place that she didn't notice an important detail; she was still tracked. All she could do before witnessing a darker black out in front of her eyes was hearing a deafening tyre screeching noises and footsteps running to her while she meekly got up to runaway before realising it was too late. Firm hands grabbed aggressively her waist, catching her into a forced embrace, before those manly first introduced hands folded her eyes and mouth so she couldn't scream or even see what was happening.

All Courtney could do was to figure one single thing out; Justin had found her.

Duncan's eyes fluttered, bringing him back to the life he thought he had lost a few minutes ago, when Justin knocked him out. He felt his head pumping hard and hurting as hell. Noticing he was on a hard and plane surface, Duncan attempted to get up to run after Justin, using his hands for support. One of them landed on a thick liquid resting on the floor, what left Duncan wondering what the heck it was.

He lifted his head off the ground and peeked to his right, and at this especial moment thought he was dead. In his whole life, he had never witnessed that much blood, especially when it came out of his very own body. Even in all the fights Duncan had been caught in since his juvenile center years, he had never seen anyone bleed that much after a quarrel. That was it; with all the blood he was losing; he wouldn't be able to save Courtney before it was too late.

He was destined to die. End of the story.

Before panic got to him, Duncan's first reflex was to bring his hand to the side of his head and softly touch his wound, feeling the blood stamp on his white fingers and palm. The simple touch of it hurt, what caused the former delinquent to wince in pain. Out of curiosity, Duncan's finger kept sliding down the injury although it was hurting badly, and noticed the line was kind of thin.

So thin it was almost impossible for it to pour out so much blood.

The punk quickly sat up from his position, looking down to the blood puddle that he used to be lying down in. Right next to it was a cherry flavoured juice bottle he had bought at the convenient store two days ago, that had the same deep red color as blood, and had the cap removed since Courtney was drinking out of it when Justin violently knocked the door earlier.

What was spread on the floor wasn't blood; it was cherry juice. At this moment, Duncan felt fucking dumb for thinking he was dying. It was paranoia; simple paranoia.

Without wasting anymore time, Duncan completely got up and ran to the door; he wouldn't let his princess down this time.

Courtney's body was ill, but it still managed to trudge for twenty minutes through the melting snow covering some humid earth, her arm squeezed by Justin's careless hand, what would sure leave a mark. The sun would be rising in an hour, which increased her chances of being found, but since she had no idea where the model was leading her to, it was almost possible to believe in a miracle. Her eyes were blinded by a black long fabric, her mouth gagged with thick scotch tape and it was probable that she had blood dripping on her forehead. She didn't know what Justin was doing, all she could hear was him grunting every time he hit a branch, but she herself couldn't dare complaining when one of them stroke her face, even though it caused some bleeding.

She was not scared anymore of what would happen; she knew it deep in her soul that she would die. She was rather sad, sad that she wouldn't be able to say goodbye to everyone she loved before leaving. Well, Courtney wasn't oblivious, she knew death couldn't be worked this way, but at least when you know you're about to die, you should get the chance to do so, right?

And Duncan… at this hour, the princess knew that Justin had killed him, what broke her heart more than you could think. She wasn't selfish because she tried not to think of it, the woman actually was selfless because she would love at this especial moment to die instead of living again without him. Of course, her ex-husband would make her wish come true.

Her train of thoughts were brutally interrupted when Justin gripped her fragile arm tighter and threw her on the floor, taking quickly the tape off her mouth and her blind-folder off her puffy eyes. She could quickly notice they were on a small uninhabited piece of waste ground, similar as the place where he had dropped her when he thought he had killed her first. The piece of fabric formerly covering his ex-wife's eyes still in his calloused hands, he slightly tapped it but quickly frowned his perfectly shaped eyebrows, throwing it on the floor.

"Have you been crying, you cunt?" he asked heartlessly, looking straight into Courtney's wet orbs.

The girl kneeing on the ground, the brunette's voice was calm but shaky, "Y-Yes."

Justin chuckled obnoxiously, "I hope it was for your life, not for that motherfucker you've been cheating on me with."

Even though those words were seriously maddening her inside, Courtney sucked in a deep breath, waiting for Justin to do what he was going to do.

Suddenly, the model shoved his hand into his jeans back pocket and pulled out a black metal gun out of it, positioning so the gun could point at Courtney's forehead. She chewed her lip nervously, and figuring out it was the end, let a sincere tear roll down her cold cheek, thinking of Duncan for the last time. Justin noticed the water streaming out her eyes, but narrowed his eyes at her while speaking again for the last time.

"I can't believe you did that to me, Courtney. I just cannot believe I'm going to do this." His words seemed genuine, but died to roll her eyes at the ridicule of the situation. "On our wedding day, I swore to you I'd love you forever, till death separates us… I held my promise. Death will effectively separate us." Justin placed slowly his finger on the trigger, ready to pull it, until he heard the sound of Courtney's sweet voice ask a simple question.

"Why are you doing this?"

Justin's left eyebrow went up, "Excuse me, miss?"

"Why are you doing all of this? It has been a year now you've been trying to control me like no one ever did before. Heck, even my parents never held me back the way you did." The prep said courageously, glaring at him with fire in the eyes in the whole process.

"I never tried to control you, Courtney." The model claimed, feeling his pride being hurt.

"Yes you did!" She screamed helplessly. "You were always trying to tell me what to do, what to think, what to say… A real Nazi! You thought you'd lose me, you thought I'd runaway, you know you did Justin!"

"Shut up!" Justin yelled at her, ready to pull the trigger out of frustration.

"But you know what? I would never go away, Justin." Courtney told him honestly, hysterical tears coming out. "I loved you, I did of all my heart, and you didn't need to hold me in hostage to keep me close. I had promised you; forever and always."

Justin was close to tears. What Courtney told him was the total truth; he knew it from the bottom of his heart. He wondered the same thing; why the hell did he do this? She loved her, and always had… Forever and always.

His head came back from the clouds when he remembered one important detail; Duncan.

The bastard that ruined his marriage.

"How about Duncan then? I saw you freaking gave yourself to him while we were still married! Is that what you call love, Courtney?"

Courtney had had enough. Not only Justin was disrespecting her, but also, he accused her of cheating while he had fooled around with other women so many times when they were still married.

That asshole needed to learn that Courtney Harrington wasn't a wimp.

"Yeah, you're right. I cheated on you… Right after you savagely assassinated me and left me for dead in the woods. Right after you had sex with seven different women in 6 months, and three of them were done in our bed. Right after you assaulted me at multiple times leaving on me bruises, a broken arm and some broken ribs. Right after you made me bleed at places on my body I'd never imagine blood could pour out of them. Right after you kept me from seeing my best friends and confined me in our loft."

She took one last breath before continuing, feeling able to finally stand up for herself, "Right after you broke my heart and I found someone to fix it back."

Justin just tasted his own medicine, but in a different way. This time, Courtney didn't hit him, she just stroke the weakest and most sensible part of his anatomy: his heart.

Justin couldn't hold the tears back anymore, as the anger boiled in his veins. His hands were placed firmly on the gun, and he now knew what was left for him to do.

"I hope you have fun with your boyfriend in hell. Farewell, Courtney."

The princess slowly shut her eyes, closing them completely, and let tears stream out her eyes, rolling uncontrollably down her pink cheeks. It was the very end, but thinking about it, living in a world without the man she loved was the worst thing that could happen to her. She sucked in a last deep breath before hearing a loud gunshot.

She didn't feel anything, but thought perhaps being shut in the brains didn't feel as bad as it was in the movies. The brunette could perfectly picture a hole being pierced by a bullet through her head, signifying the end of her awfully short life. She waited a few seconds, seconds turning into minutes and minutes feeling like hours, until she realised her body hadn't fallen to the ground yet.

And that she was still able to properly think.

Daring the impossible, Courtney slowly opened her wet onyx eyes, and noticed only trees and vegetations were around her. If hell or heaven were like this, it looked exactly the same way as where she was before. She took a few more glances before figuring out she was exactly at the same place.

Courtney took a look at the sky; it was a perfect shade of cerulean, just as it normally is when the sun is about to completely rise. Another tear came out her eye: she was alive.

The princess looked around until her eyes stopped on the ground, at the sight of a corpse, what froze her blood and caused her eyes to widen. Lying on the earth, in a pool of blood, was Justin, the gun still slightly gripped in his hand and a distinctive hole through his head, going from the left side to the right side. Courtney couldn't believe her eyes, but had no choice to; the evidence was right under her eyes.

Justin had committed suicide.

Courtney's jaw was shaking; not only because the cold air was refrigerating her, but also because this scene was terrifying. She felt guilty, but at the same time, not at all. Her emotions were all confusing and she absolutely didn't know what to think anymore.

She was sure of one thing; this was the saddest thing she had witnessed.

Courtney stayed in place until she heard footsteps coming fast from behind, but didn't even flinch at them.

"Courtney?" Duncan's husky voice exclaimed right before figuring out what was happening. He couldn't believe it either, but managed to slowly step towards his lover, embracing her into a tight embrace.

They remained quiet for what seemed like hours. Well, until the sun absolutely rose. His hands was safely wrapped around hers, letting her cry in his arms. After a few moments of silence, Duncan softly spoke to her.

"It's over, Princess."

;) Next chapter: Epilogue.

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