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Seeing Lies

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Epilogue

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Lies are everywhere, hidden amongst the beautiful and the ugly. It covers up faults, feelings, and illusions. It takes up space; leaves you wondering, and leaves you wanting to know more. It takes you places you have never been before; forces you to feel things you never thought you would have to go through.

It is there; it'll always be there. It'll makes you to do terrible things, leaving you to wonder what you would have done in the place of truth.

But, what happens when you find out the truth?

You crumble and the people you lied to fall with you. The lies become a weight on your shoulders and the truth hangs over your head. It won't leave you; it can't ever leave you. After everything, after you've seen the lies and realized the truth, there isn't going back. You can't go back.

I can't go back.

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"I'm a sixteen year old who's been stuck in the house for about a month, so how in hell could I get used to seeing all these people?" I exclaimed, waving my hands and staring at the Sheikah.

Kenny sighed, running his hand through his hair and watching me, "Just let it go. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Of course it does." I slapped my thigh before sitting next to him. "And what are you laughing about?" I glared at Ryuichi from where he stood against the brick wall of an abandoned building on Elm Ave.

He shook his head, raising his hands in mock defense, "I just thought you looked hilarious."

"You, shut up!" I snarled, folding my arms across my chest, "You made me go through hell!"

"It was my job in the game," he shrugged, "Sorry…?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Leave it." Kenny warned Ryuichi before turning to me. "You're going to have to move on, all right?"

"No." I retorted, looking away. He sighed. "You didn't tell me it would be this hard, and damn it, it isn't fair."

"Ryuichi, do you mind giving us a second?" the older brother shrugged and walked off. "Now, you have to listen to me."

"No…" he took hold of my arm and turned me around to face him. I scowled, "Fine."

"I didn't tell you everything."

"Really?" I said in mock surprise, raising my eyebrows.

"There was a better reason why I chose you."

"Uh huh…" he ran his hand over my arm, lifting my sleeve up in the process to reveal part of my scar. "What are you doing?"

He traced the line absentmindedly as he stared at it in contemplation, "This isn't just any scar, you know?"

I glanced at it and furrowed my eyebrows. "Did it get longer?" Last time I had checked, the scar had ended before it reached the other side of my shoulder, but when I looked at it again, it nearly reached my forearm.

"It's growing." Kenny sighed and I jerked away to stand up. "You can't fight it."

"What does it mean?" I said, rubbing my arm as the spot where he had touched me began to tingle.

"You thought we didn't exist." He ignored my question, following me as I kicked a piece of rotted wood on the ground.

"You didn't answer me."

"The Sheikah have always been around. My family is the last of our kind."

"And, what does that have to do with me?"

"You, you're the one we've been waiting for." I turned on my heels to face him.

"What do you mean?"

"That scar signifies something." He stepped toward me, cocking his head.

"And what's that?" I didn't like where this was going. It felt sort of familiar.

"Before our kind watched over the royal family of Hyrule, there was always one person who fought against us, who fought for the darker side of Hyrule."

"Uh-huh." He placed his hand onto my neck and I froze.

"It was the one with the pattern of that scar."

"Does this person have a name?"

"The Bearer."

"Sounds kind of lame." I said, trying to look away as he drew even closer to me.

He shrugged.

"I still want you, you know?"

"You told me that yesterday."

"The next time I see you, I suggest you run away."

"Is that why you wanted me? Because of the scar?" I said.

"Agree to my terms, and you won't have to go through all this trouble, again." He leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine.

"I'd rather die than agree to your stupid terms." I murmured in a rush. "I would never think of giving you anything."

"You did before."

"And I won't make the same mistake again."

"If that's your final choice." His eyes clouded over, as if saddened by something unforeseen. He finally shrugged and smiled, feigning ignorance to something I didn't understand.

He placed the hand that had been previously on my neck, on the back of my head, "I'm so sorry for doing this, Jade." His fingers entangled in my hair as he pulled my head back. I winced.

"Even then you were lying?" I breathed in with a shudder as something sharp pressed against my neck, the cold seeping into my skin.

"No, I was telling you the truth." He pressed his lips to my jaw and backed away, as if thinking.

"You're going to kill me. Again?" I asked, and this time I could feel death waiting. It was real this time, and I knew it was real. It wasn't fake, and it wasn't a dream anymore. I could feel the adrenaline pass through me, creating panic.

"I have to." He said heavily and I grabbed his shirt, as if I could push him away. He only moved closer.

"I swear I'll come after you. You and Ryuichi, and I won't stop." I threatened helplessly as my neck began to cramp.

"Do you promise that?" he whispered and I glared at him as much as possible. His expression was calm.

I didn't know if I meant it or not. "What if I say I don't?"

"Then there isn't reason for you to live." He muttered, pursing his lips together.

"And why is that? Why would you want me to come after you?" My voice cracked and I licked my chapped lips. His eyes glimpsed at them and my heartbeat sped up.

"Because then I know what your purpose is. I know you're intent is to come after me."

"Why? What do you think I'll do?" I moved my hand to his, the one that held my hair. He loosened his grip slightly.

"You work for no one, do you understand? Let no one tempt you." I narrowed my eyes.

"I'm not a puppet."

He smirked, shaking his head. "It isn't that easy. Keep your head straight."

"I would if you let me go." He ignored my sarcasm.

"Once that scar reaches its full extent, there won't be any stopping." He backed away suddenly, releasing me. I watched him in disbelief as he pocketed the small army knife.

"What? You're letting me go?" My heart beat against my chest and I placed a hand on my stomach, feeling sick.

He shook his head. "I can't kill you, Jade. Not yet."

"You will?" My mouth felt dry as I said those words, thinking about what he meant.

He raised his eyebrows to watch me, "Unless you reach me first."

"I don't understand."

"That was just a practice, an observation of mine." He smirked, his dark eyes glinting, "The real game has just begun."

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Fin

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"Hey, Billy."

"Have you seen that huge bag with my fan mail?" Marg nodded, holding up an opened envelope.

"Hey! What happened to your fan mail?" the actor said, snatching the mail from her hand.

She shrugged, "I read it all."

"You really need a hobby." He muttered, taking out the letter to read.

"I wanted to talk to you about this one." She sat next to him from where he leaned against the counter in the crime lab stage set.

"What about it?"

Dear William L. Peterson,

You don't know me, but I know you. Well. Sort of… My name is Jade Walker…

"That name sounds familiar, doesn't it?" the redhead said, eyeing her colleague. He nodded.

Anyway, I was in this coma for almost two years and I had this crazy dream that you were my foster parent. It sounds stupid, I know, but it wasn't actually you, it was Grissom. I really felt like I knew him. He helped me a lot when I thought what all I was going through was real and not a dream. I just wanted to know if you're anything like him. Thanks.

P.S My address is down below if you ever have the chance to write me back.

"Funny," He said as he read the letter over again, "I had a dream as Grissom and he was a parent of this really weird teenager."

"Grissom?" Marg began to laugh, "A parent? HAH!"

"Thanks."

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THE END!

Hallelujah! It's finished! Were you guys expecting that? I told you it'd be short, but it was an epilogue! Did you guys like it? Hate it? Kinda' leaves you hanging, doesn't it? Hope you all enjoyed!

And I want to thank you all for reading and reviewing! You guys that have stuck around to read this- thank you!

And I'd mention all of you guys, but then there's a load of you and if I missed someone- I wouldn't want to do that but then I wanna thank TRUE BLUE cause you're not a member so I couldn't really send a thanks, but you've been with this story so thank ya and no problemo! And thank you all of you guys! Man, I don't think I can say enough thanks. :-D

So, you know, stay posted. If I'm having a sequel to a sequel then I'll be sure to mention it in my profile. I've already got a few ideas running in my head. :-D

Later, and until next time!

P.S Kenny isn't exactly saying it's a real game. I mean, it's like- he's relating it to a game. You know? Sigh. I dunno if I can explain any better. It's just kind of like part of the plot, now. The game when she was in the coma was to see how she could handle stuff under pressure and now she's awake and she has to go through the real deal- going after Kenny because he'll kill her if she doesn't fight back. I didn't give a clear explanation on the scar or the reason why Kenny wants her to be dead, but if I made a sequel, that would be explained. Phew, long explanation.

P.S.S I just thought it would be fun to write the last part. I've never met Marg Helgenberger or William L. Peterson, but they are so cool so I thought it'd be fun to add them in. Heh.

P.S.S.S I forgot to mention earlier, but if anyone wants me to notify of them if I have a sequel posted, I wouldn't mind to send a message telling you I've got something up. Unless Author Alerts are for that, then there isn't any worrying. :-D