I looked up from my postion on the floor. I had hit him. good. The slimy bastard deserved to die. He deserved to die a much more terrible death than the one I had given him, but he was dead. And Magenta was alive. And I was alive, however barely. I struggled to get up, and tried to ignore the pain that coursed through my body. But Magenta quickly ran over to me, and told me not to bother getting up.

"Just stay down. Relax. We don't have to worry about anything. Oh, Riff, I thought I lost you." She said, and she held my head in her hands. i sighed and followed her advice, and took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself. But all I could think about was the pain.

I could barely move without feeling in agony. If it hadn't been for Magenta's warning, however, I'd be dead. When she screamed, I ducked. Unfortunately, not fast enough. One of the three beams hit me. I wasn't dead, but I wasn't sure if I'd live either.

"Magenta, I love you." I said, in case I wouldn't get the chance to say it later. She smiled through the tears that were streaming down her face.

"I love you too Riff." She said, and I smiled. i lay there, unsure of the passage of time, all I knew was it had been a while, and I could feel some of my strength returning. It was just a little bit, but the pain was starting to fade. It'd gone from complete agony just lying down to the kind of pain that you're in after you cut yourself, like right after, when it really hurts.

I tried to sit up, and found it an effort, even with Magenta's help. She threw her arms around me once I was in a semi-upright position. "Oh Riff," she sighed into me, relived that I was doing somewhat better.

"What about him" I said looking over at John.

"We get rid of him."

"Or we leave him here, and we go home."

"I'm not letting you out of here until you're good enough to walk." I rolled my eyes. She always did fret over me. I fought to stand up, and finally succeeded, but by the time I got to my feet, I was tired enough to collapse again.

"See, I'm better." I told her. She glared at me. She could tell that inside I was ready to scream in pain. i stumbled forward, in an attempt to walk. She stood next to me, ready to catch me if I fell. But I refused to seem weak in front of her again.

I had already proven myself weak to her. I wasn't able to protect her. She almost died because I was so weak. She looked at me with nothing but care in her eyes. "Sit, now. You're almost in tears. You shouldn't need to walk when you're in such pain."

"I'm not..in..pain." I lied, panting. She rolled her eyes, and started to lead me to the couch, but I stopped dead. "I need to walk it off." I said, and she glared. Although maybe I should have made it over to the couch, because suddenly, I felt a sudden burst of pain, so intense I saw red, and collapsed to the floor, which seemed a pool of inky blackness.

A/N well now, that's the end. I'll leave it up to all of you to belive what you want to belive about what happened to Riff, weather or not he's dead or not, cause quite "Frank"-ly, I cant decide myself..so belive what you want....because this is officially finished with (well, with me writing it at least). I do hope you enjoyed what is my longest fic to date..cause I count Heartache Heartbreak as part of it....the only reason why it's two parts is cause I changed the POV scheme...well, again, I do hope yall enjoyed it!