Warning- Last Chapter!! Eeeep!

As they walked down the empty streets, Squee on Vixen's shoulders, they were lucky enough to find Bass-Skin's Robin's open. Squee got vanilla while Vixen got strawberry, got Johnny didn't get anything.

They sat down in a booth and he stared at the two as they noisily ate their ice cream, wondering why he had tried to kill Vixen. Sure, she kicked his ass from here to next Tuesday, but she had a reason behind it. She had thought he was someone else…

That made his brain click back to the story she told him. She got…well, violated. By a man who she said looked like him. "It's okay Squee, it's just a painting," Vixen's soothing voice rang in his ears and interrupting his trail of thought.

He glanced at the small boys' terrified expression, then followed his gaze to see a big poster thing with a big smiling fish holding an ice-cream cone and had to snicker a little. It looked so…idiotic. "But, he smiles like a cat I saw in a movie once! Eeeek!"

He yelled, frantically waving his arms about, "It was all---all evil and stuff!" Vixen laughed a little and tousled the boys' hair. "Maybe he was practicing for school photo day," She suggested and smiled warmly upon seeing him relax and laugh a little.

Four teens sauntered in and sat down, two of them lighting up cigarettes, causing Vixen and Johnny to growl in unison, then looked at each other in confusion. "I hate cigarettes, and the people who smoke them," He said with a dangerous glint in his eye.

"Yeah, they suck." She added simply, taking a large chunk out of her frozen dairy treat.

"Hey guys, do you know who that is?" one of the teens asked, and another replied, "Yeah, that's that punk-girl from that band, Fox-something or other," "No Dylan you idiot! The guy!"

"Oh...no." "I think it's that homicidal dude," another cut in, "I remember seeing a picture of him once." The four glanced over at Johnny, then exchanged looks, atrocious grins blooming across their acne-covered faces.

"There might be a reward," One chirped and the others agreed. "I'll go and call the police. You guys stay here, and follow them if they leave! Maybe the girl and the kid are in cahoots with him!" And with that, one of the four left.

"Hey um…Vixen," Johnny said quietly, but loud enough to get her to turn her head. "Yes..?" "Well…I..um…" he scratched the back of his head uncertainly and she just smiled.

"It's okay, I wanted to say I was sorry too. I was just dealing with past trauma and taking it out on other people, kinda like what you do." He watched her curiously as she continued, "It builds up after a while, and you just can't get rid of it…but I found a few ways!"

Johnny leaned in, as did Squee, anxiously looking at her. "Well, I put on my headphones and play all my favorite CD's, or taking a hot bath. Lighting candles helps too, some smell really good and they help you relax and forget all yours woes…"

Her voice was whimsical and airy, and the light seemed to shine down on her; that is, until she leaned too far back in her chair and fell on the floor. She then started to laugh uncontrollably as she righted herself. "Okay, okay. I think it's time for you to go to bed little one."

She lifted Squee onto her shoulders and the three were about to leave, when a bunch of policemen came charging in, weapons drawn. "ALRIGHT! NOBODY MOVE!" an officer screamed, searching the place with his eyes, then pointing his gun at Johnny.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP! NOW!" Johnny grinned evilly, obeying the command, but did the officer know he had a knife hidden up his sleeve and with a flick of the wrist, he threw it at him, nailing the policeman in the head.

As blood and chaos spewed everywhere, Vixen gave Squee to Johnny, then made a bold move by head-butting one of the men, causing him to fall all over the other officers. Seeing an opportunity to escape, she took a few steps back, then rammed her shoulder into the window, breaking it.

She motioned for Johnny to follow as she ran out, glancing at all the police cars for a moment, then running down the street. She took back the quaking Squee and held him close to her as she looked over her shoulder to see Johnny throwing something into the crowd of police, then running like a madman.

They were at least several blocks away, before the grenade he threw exploded, sending the police squad flying, but a few managed to make it out alive, and were now hunting for them. Johnny ducked into an alley and Vixen did the same, while trying to calm the panicking child.

She whispered soft murmurs to him and he quieted somewhat. "A-are we going to jail?" He asked timidly, looking up at her with his big round eyes. "Not if I can help it," She answered, her voice low and deadly, which frightened him a little, but not too much.

They could hear the approaching footsteps of the policemen and Vixen looked around for a moment then spotted an empty beer bottle. She set down Squee on a trashcan, then picked up the bottle and threw it down the street quite a ways.

It shattered into a million pieces and it caught the attention of the squad, running past the alley and down the street. "Okay, that gives us a little time," she mumbled to herself, trying to think of a way out of this mess.

She noticed she was standing in a big black puddle, possibly oil, then got an idea. "Johnny give me your shirt," He looked like he had a spork in his groin, from the way he looked at her. "Please? I got an idea!" He nodded slowly, then started to take off his shirt, revealing another one just like it underneath.

She took it and slipped it on over hers, then dipped her hands in the black goo, putting it into her hair. She did this several times, before her hair was now black and spiky. She put a little around her eyes as well, and now she looked, just like Johnny!

"I'll distract them while you two get away, okay?" they nodded hesitantly. "Goodbye guys…" She ran out and whistled, then dashed off as the officers saw her and chased after her. Nny picked up the child, then slowly walked away.

They was a loud "BANG!" as they turned the corner, and Squee looked up at Johnny, and could've sworn he saw a tear rolling down his cheek.

It had been two weeks since the ice-cream incident. Squee had been busy with making up stories and drawing morbid pictures. Even though he didn't know that Vixen-lady that much, he was still pretty sad over it. She said she was kind of a bad person, but she didn't seem so bad…

Johnny had been very quiet and melancholy since then, he didn't act like himself anymore. He was sad that Vixen was gone. She was nice and understanding,

He watched the small boy as he drew, when an arrow came flying into Squee's room and stuck to his wall, causing them both to nearly jumping out of their skins. Johnny got up from his place on the floor and inspected the arrow, and noticed there was a small bag tied to it.

He took it off and sat back down, pouring out the contents of the bag onto the floor: an envelope, a shirt, a piece of cloth, and something wrapped in newspaper. He ripped open the envelope, taking out the piece of paper and read aloud,

Hi Johnny! Hi Squee! Are you all right? I miss you guys so much! Do you miss me? I hope this letter gets to you two. I'm not a very good archer…

He stopped reading and ran to the window, but saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. He sighed heavily and sat back down. "Read some more, read some more!" Squee requested while bouncing up and down. "Okay okay…"

…Heh heh, I bet you just ran to the window didn't ya? Well, I picked up your sneakiness rather quickly, that's all I can say ^__^ Anyway, just to let you know, I got away from the cops, but one shot me in the side. Man, talk about pain!

Well, how did I escape you say? Well, there's a little something I like to call---FORCE!! (insert maniacally laughter) Well, I put a few pictures in that envelope for you two to look at. I took them when I was out in the country, where hardly any people live.

Looking at pictures is okay, but seeing the real thing is ten times better.

Johnny stopped once again, then took out the pictures to look at them. He set them on the floor and spread them out so Squee could see them too.

There were pictures of rivers and mountains, deer grazing in fields, wolves, foxes, moose, birds, and all kinds of wildlife. In one of them, it showed Vixen bent over with her hand out, and several deer around her, one eating out of her hand.

Another one showed her swinging on a tire-swing, which hung from a huge oak tree. The picture that followed that was she at the trunk of the tree, back facing the camera. The next one showed her standing next to the tree with a big goofy grin on her face.

The next one was a close-up of the tree trunk, and had 'JC + VH + TC FOREVER' with a heart around it carved into the wood. He smiled as he put them away, then continued reading.

Well, anyhow, your shirt's in there hopefully. I hope it didn't fly out, although that would be funny. Oh, and in the newspaper, your knife is in there. The one you threw at that cop.

You have good aim! Heh. And that Red Square thing? That's a piece of my shirt. I wanted to give something to remember me by, but I don't wear any jewelry, so I thought, "Hey, why don't I rip off a piece of my shirt?"

So, yeah, I did ^__^ Well, the band's getting cranky, so I gotta go now. And don't worry, I'll try to see you guys at least once a month. Sayonara!

~~~ Vixen ~~~

P.S.-- No matter what happens Johnny and Squee, try to be happy, and know that you are loved.

He set down the paper and looked at the picture with all their initials carved in it, and smiled.

~Fin~

Wow, I didn't think it'd be over this fast o.O So um, yay! Vixen's not dead and stuff! ^____^ I hope you liked my wittle story ^^;;;