[This. Is . Horrible. I'm telling you now, this is so bad it's not even funny, So don't be giving me flames saying how bad this is, because I warned you.

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Quaxo deftly walked to the building, taking a deep breath and glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. He stuck to the shadows, even as he creeped up to the door and pushed open the glass door. How silly, it seemed, for Macavity to leave the front door unlocked. He felt ice cold sweat drip down the nape of his neck. This was stupid, there was no way he could do this. Everyone was depending on him though. He climbed the steps slowly, taking each one with great care.

This is a suicide mission! Something in the back of his head hissed. He shook it off, and hurried his steps, holding a gun against his leg. He took deep breaths, in and out, in and out.

A scream echoed through the empty halls. A girl's scream; high and loud like a banshee's. There was the faint smell of burning flesh, and the sound of something sizzling. He immediately began to head in that direction, thinking it was Jemima or Teazer. As he grew closer, he could see flashes of brighter light and more screaming.

He pressed his back against the wall, turning his head slightly so that he could see inside. It was Eponine, being pressed in the back with a metal pole that forced electricity into her. Her body twitched and shook as she fell onto the ground. He didn't feel guilty as he headed the other direction of the hall. A few coughs filled the air, a sneeze and a murmer came following it.

"Jerrie if you don't shut up," Someone moaned.

Quaxo tried the handle of the door, it was unlocked. Did they know that? He pushed it open.

"Quaxo!" Mistoffelees yelped, his eye partly bruised from where Cassandra had come in and hit him. The little brother jumped onto him, tackling him in a tight hug. This was all going so well, too well, but there was no time to care for that now. Right now he had his brother back and his friends back and everything was perfect again.

"You," Jerrie hissed, facing the open door. Cori stood there, looking forlorn as he stared at his friends. "Please meet the cause of all our problems."

"I'm so sorry,"

"You nearly killed my sister you bastard!"

"I'm sorry,"

"I'm not Teazer, Coricopat!" A few gasped, no one called Cori by his full name anymore. "Sorry. Doesn't. Cut it."

"Then I don't know what he's going to tell you," Tantomile showed up behind her brother, snaking her arms around him. "See, he doesn't have much else to say after… well. Let's just say that now I have him wrapped around my finger."

"What did you do to him?" Victor screamed.

Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing! She's done nothing! Cori's mind screamed. He knew better than to say anything though. It just wasn't worth it since they were all going to die, including him, anyways.

Plato silently drew the gun away from Quaxo's hand, and with one quick movement and shot, Tantomile lay on the ground. Cori spun around, staring at his dead twin. Her raven black hair strewn around her with a red dot in the center of her forehead, trickling out blood along her face.

"Tants," He whispered. People pushed past him, filing out of the room as they started to silently head towards the exit.

"Munkustrap, what do you think about this dress?" Teazer showed him the page in the magazine. In truth, he thought it was gorgeous. But the models body was thin and stick like, Teazer curved in all the right places and the dress just wouldn't look right.

"Maybe you should call one of your girlfriends Teaze, you know I'm just not really right to… well… this stuff." She gave a soft laugh, throwing a kiss on his cheek as she skipped to the phone. She dialed a few digits.

"Hi you've got Etcetera, I'm probably too lazy to pick up the phone right now so leave a message and I might get back to you."

"It's Jemima, I'm obviously not able to come to the phone right now, leave a message at the tone."

"Hey it's Electra, you know the drill."

"Hello, you've reached the phone of Jenny and Skimble, we'll get back to you dearies as soon as possible."

"Hey it's Jerrie, I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

"It's Victor, but I can't get to the phone now so leave a message and if I like you I might find the time to call you back."

"It's Pouncival, I can't pick up the phone right now, so leave a message after the tone."

"Wow, it seems just everybody's busy today," She sighed, plopping back down onto the couch and flipping through the magazine. Munkustrap pulled out his cell and dialed his most common number.

"Alonzo?"

"Yeah," He sighed, clearing his throat.

"Hey, are you and your girlfriend doing anything tonight?" There was no answer. "Where is your girlfriend actually?"

"I don't give a damn enough to know,"

"Something happen between you two?"

"Yeah, something."

"D'you wanna talk, maybe go grab a beer later?"

"Nah, thanks Munkustrap,"

"The offers up anytime if you need it,"

"Thanks," The dial tone came on after he hung up.

"What happened?" Teazer asked, now leaning against his arm as he looked back at the rugby game on TV.

"Seems like he and his girl had quite a scuffle," He sighed, thinking at how miserable his friend must be right now. He couldn't help on the case of his sisters murder, his girlfriend and he were having a fight, no one was around to help him – he was just sitting there wallowing in self-pity.

Alonzo gulped down another glass of whiskey, promptly asking for another.

"You've had enough to drink already," The bartender said under his breath as he hesitantly poured another drink.

"Don't tell me my limits," Alonzo hissed, picking up the glass and shooting it down. Sometime later he staggered out and into the alley. Everything was fuzzy and blurry and he hardly knew what he was doing.

"Detective," Someone drawled, two people circling him. Alonzo just stood there, waiting for them to hit him, hopefully hard enough to kill him.

The Jellicles stopped as they saw Macavity, holding a gun to Ep's head. She could hardly stand, letting all her weight be held up by her father. Quaxo shouldn't have cared, no one should've cared, but just letting her die would be sinking as low as the Macs.

"Well. My, my, my, a bunch of little Jellicles stopping to watch a Mac die? Waiting around for the show?"

"Don't you lay a hand on her," Quaxo yelled.

"Hold a tongue before you're elder," Macavity snapped.

"Touch her and I swear I'll kill you," He growled, his fists so tight that his knuckles turned white.

"Please, no more," Ep moaned, her head rolling back to lay on his shoulder.

"Did you know he killed you mother?" Victor called out.

"What?" She whispered.

"Don't believe them,"

"Someone tell me what is going on,"

"Tell her Macavity,"

"Why don't you tell her why she's had to go through all of this Quaxo? Why every day I have people stab her and beat her to near death, tell her. It's all. Your. Fault."

"No," Eponine murmered. "It's not your fault, it's me who failed you, I'm the cause of all your problems,"

Macavity gave her a swipe to the head, knocking her to the ground. She fell with a thud, her eyes fluttering shut as a gash on the back of her head began to seep blood onto the floor. Victor lunged at Macavity, all hell breaking loose as Macs and Jellicles began an all out war. Quaxo rushed to Eponines side, cradling her as best he could in his arms. He brushed a few stray hairs out of her face, cuts and light bruises hiding most of her pale skin.

"Quaxo," She murmered, cuddling closer to him.

He sobbed as he notice more wounds down her arms and legs. Blood seeped out through her shirt, soaking his skin in red. She was fading in and out as she wasted her energy staying awake to look up at his perfect face. She gave a faint laugh.

"Eponine," He repositioned himself so she'd be more comfortable. "Eponine no, no, stay with me, please. You can't leave me Ep, please!" He pleaded, crying mingling with his voice.

"Alonzo?" Bomba whispered rushing into the alley and dropping her purse along the way. "No, no, no," She moaned, kneeling at his side.

"Hey," He coughed, his hand reaching up to brush her cheeks. Tears spilled onto his coat from her eyes, wetting the cheap leather. "Just remember I always loved you,"

"No, don't you talk like that, we're going to get you to a hospital and you're going to be okay," She tried to convince herself more than him. He had to be okay, he had too. She was the reason he was here.

"I did know I loved you so much," He muttered. "Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine a love as big as mine for you… look at me, getting all sappy."

She let out a watery laughed, moving the bloody hair away from his forehead.

"Macavity… he nearly… he practically rap-"

"Shh, it's okay. It's Macavity what else could I expect, hey it's alright." He said wiping away a few tears, more just replaced them.

"Please live," She pleaded with him. Someone walked into the mouth of the alley, their loud footsteps getting her attention. "Get help! Don't just stand there call 911!"

"I'm going to die, no need,"

Eponine began to become dead weight in his hands, slowly her light fading away. The Jellicles finished off everyone of the Macs, letting them fall to the ground dead. Blood spattered each one of them, since they had cheated and used the Macs knives. "Just remember I love you,"

She went limp, all of her life leaving like a candle with its flame blown out. "No," He moaned, hugging her close and rocking her back and forth. He sobbed and cried like never before, with tears pouring out like waterfalls. "No," He screamed.

"Quaxo," Jerrie murmured. "We have to go."

"No!"

They began to pull him away from the girl, yanking him off and dragging him out of the building despite his kicking and screaming. She was left there, nothing more than just a body. A nothing of something that once was.

[I now realize that this was very heavily put together with help of REPO. … I accidentally took my friends copy of the movie. Ironic? I think not.

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