THIS IS IT! THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! For the record; I know I left some things unresolved and that the ending is 'harsh', that's the point *evil laugh*. All in all, I think this story was a huge success for my first fic. Sure it was cheesy at times, but I learned a lot about writing characters and such. And I was blown away when I saw that people from, literally, all over the world read this! Well, after this, I'm going to make a spin-off of it about Jackson and the village. I think I mentioned it in an earlier chapter. I hope you guys had as much fun reading this as I did writing this, and hope people will still enjoy it for a long time! As always; it's illegal to name a pig Napoleon in France, and enjoy!

P.S. This is possibly the most cold, cruel, depressing, and all around mean spirited way I could end this particular story; beware.

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When the rain stopped, and the animals left, Jackson decided it would be best to return in hopes of finally making amends with his father. He trekked through the muddy forest, carefully avoiding fallen trees.

He arrived at the hollow tree and leaned against it; thinking of what to do when he got back. His thoughts were interrupted by a rustling in the brush nearby.

"Who's there?" Jackson called out.

"Your worst nightmare, freak." A gritty voice hissed.

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Adam and Martin set off to search for Jackson once the rain stopped. Clouds still hung in the air. They trudged through the mud, frequently getting stuck, and cut through the brush. They found a small cave and some footprints leading towards a stream.

They followed the tracks for a while before a deafening bang went off further ahead. They ducked down for cover as five more shots were fired. After a moment of silence a tall, man ran through the forest to their right, not noticing them. The pair of aging men ran towards where the shots were fired, fearing the worst.

They pushed through the thick undergrowth, and were met by the worst. Jackson was lying on the ground next to the hollow tree. The mud around him was stained red, and a puddle of red liquid was slowly spreading out to his side. Six holes pierced his body; three in his stomach, two on his right leg, and one right through the heart. His arms were wrapped around his chest, suppressing as much blood flow as possible, and his face was twisted in pain.

"Jackson!" His father ran over to him and pressed on the wound on his chest, trying to keep him from bleeding out.

"Hey, dad. Hey, Martin." Jackson calmly said.

"Hold on, we're going to get you to a doctor." Martin tied his jacket around his leg, blood seeped through it. Rain began to softly fall, and a bolt of lightning streaked through the sky, which was shortly followed by a low rumble of thunder.

Jackson coughed out a bunch of blood, "Sorry I wasn't better, Dad." He choked. He tensed up for a brief moment, and then all of his muscles relaxed. He was gone.

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(Meanwhile in a small Café in Boston)

Mackenzie and Alicia sat in the crowded café, idly chatting about stuff waiting for another couple of friends to arrive before ordering.

"When will they be here…" Alicia looked towards the door.

"I don't mind staying longer, I'm just glad to get away from the kid for a while." Mackenzie took a sip of water, "Yesterday Erika cried nonstop for three hours straight."

"Why?" Alicia spun the straw in her glass around.

"Our neighbor's car alarm went off." Mackenzie rubbed her temple, "So, how're things going between you and Jackson?"

"Oh, um-" Alicia's cheeks grew red and she looked at her lap, "Can I ask you something?"

"Fire away."

"Well, about a month ago we- got together- and…"

"Oh boy…" Mackenzie leaned back in her chair, "Is this going where I think it's going?"

"Probably…"

"Have you told him yet?"

"No, that's what I need your help with."

"Okay, where is he now?"

"Australia visiting his parents. Martin went with him."

"Okay, did either of them give you a phone number?"

"Yeah, I have it right-" as soon as she pulled a small slip of paper out of her pocket, Mackenzie dragged her to a public phone and handed her a fistful of quarters.

Alicia sighed, inserted some quarters, and dialed the number. "Hello? Is this the Mundy residence?"