Author's Notes: Hiya. Just so you know, this is the second to last
chapter. Chapter thirteen, and there's going to be fourteen in total.
Please don't hurt me. There actually might be a fifteenth chapter, but
we'll see how it goes.
Kate: You're almost done. FINALLY!
Lynne: It's going to be sad not helping you write any more chapters.
I might write another Outsiders story, I already have a plot forming in my head that will hopefully be different then anything else currently 'on the market'.
Kate: Oh joy.
Oh my gosh!!!!! 168 reviews! *melts* Thank you all so very, very much! But since there were...uh...thirty four reviews for chapter twelve, and I think you all want me to hurry up and get on with the chapter, I'll give one big thanks to everybody, and answer some reviews that contained questions, or I feel the need to answer especially. I wish I could thank you all, but I don't want to make these A/Ns any longer then they need to be so you all can get on with the evil cliff-hanger I left you with last time. I can't thank you all enough! I can't tell you how much your support means to me.
Kate: Do you know how mushy that was? -_-
Pretty much.
Lynne: I think it was sweet. *bounces past*
Thanks, Lynne. But I'll get on with the one, big, uber-mushy thank you!
A HUGE, WONDERFUL, AMAZING, AND FANTASMAGLORACAL THANK YOU TO: Lin, Queen- Seta/Remmy the Insane, MissLKid, Celestra, Ponyboysgirl, True-Slytherin- gurl, Ladynightmare, Burnin', MickeyMouse, Pony's Girl, Ravenclaw-Girls, Kimmerkay, Anime Princess, Wanda, DreaminboutDal, Opal, Trinity Star, BlackRose1356, Aemila Rose, Latinagal, Meanie!, Girlsdontcri, MarLyG Riddle, ~Lupin~, A Prohecy's Word, Yanexi, holova87, Opal, Dragonfly409, Spikesluvr4eva, and Gold. I love you all! Thank you so much! ^_^
Celestra: I'm actually surprised I didn't run off with him either, lol. Yes, my Zero muse is actually sitting on my lap right now. Say hi Zero.
Zero~ hEllloo
He's having a bit of difficulty with the computer, but I'm sure he'll get used to it! ^_^ His lil' giraffe is so adorable. I want a giraffe like that. Can I borrow your giraffe Zero? *Zero nods* yay. *hugs Jaffy, then hands back to Zero* He's so adorable.. n.n
Burnin': Technically it's obvious you got into the section because your posting a review. :P Lol. Sorry, couldn't resist. ^_^ Hmm, you know what? I finally remembered to ask: Is horse a reincarnation of Pony? Lol, you never said, but that's what I'm assuming. Aw! Johnny and Pony get to be together, even when dead. Oh wait, Pony....Horse...Oh! I get it! *falls over laughing* Wow, I'm a little late on the uptake..... Heheh, that's so cute! Lol. Yes, Lynne is just a little hyper...*Lynne bounces straight into a wall* Oouch, that one had to hurt...hehhe. Good idea! We should get them all suger! Oh no! BURNIN'! Quick, check to see if there's an Thlump or Easy muse in existence. That could spell trouble. By the way, Kate, why aren't you over with the Bad!Muses? Kate~ you summoned us here for the chapter, remember? Ohhhhhhh, right. That would also explain why Lynne isn't physically attached to her computer. Oh, by the way, how's the muse war coming? I haven't been to that board in the LONGEST time, I should probably hustle over there, but I don't think there's been any developments in a while. One of us should probably start a separate thread for the war, we certainly got a lot off the topic of dreams...heheh.
Zero~ heLo AnT fiwa
Uh, Zero's experimenting with the keyboard. Lol, I've been showing him how to type. What he was saying, was "Hello aunty fire." I think he didn't know how to spell Burnin'. Did you Zero?
Zero~ Nuh
No. Okay! *hugs pure cuteness* ^_^ Anyway, I should get back to the chapter before the crowd murders me for talking to you and few else....
Anime Princess: You know what? I got about five reviews saying literally "NO ROMANCE!" and little else after yours. So I would like to thank you for inspiring people to review! ^_^ But unfortuantly, majority rules, there will be no romance in this fic. There hasn't been any so far, and I never planned for they're to be. At this point any more new characters or romances would through the story off. But thanks for the idea, anyway! It's good to know that -someone- is enjoying all those fics out there!
Trinity Star: Gee, thanks! Kate, come over here.
Kate~ Oh, no you don't.
KATE!
Kate~ Fine. -_- *Walks dejectedly over and gets tied up by Man.* Out of curiosity, why are you tying ME up, and not the good insane chick over there? *gestures with head to where Lynne is bouncing into walls*
You're the bad one.
Kate~ Oh. Yeah. ^_^
*shakes head*
Latinagal: Hey, Lynne! Here's a cookie! *Lynne bounces over*
Lynne~ Yay! A cookie! ^________^ *gobbles cookie* Thank youuuuuuu!!!! *bounces away*
Kate~ Hey, what about my cookie?
Oh yeah, you get one too. *feeds Kate cookie as she's currently tied up with Trinity Star's rope.*
Kate, say thank you.
Kate~ 'Ank wo. *chews*
Kate, that's disgusting.
Kate~ ^_^
*heavy sigh* Thanks for the cookies! I liked SB too! *sniff* -_-
Yanexi: I get my plot ideas by thinking about my stories all day and night. Think about something for long enough, and you eventually make a story out of it. Lol. I have so many fanfictions that I've written that currently reside only in my brain. Basically, that's where I get my plot lines. I think about it as I'm trying to sleep. Be forewarned, though. If you're really tired, your plot lines sometimes get wonky. O_o ^_^
Opal: Thanks for your three reviews! I'll finally use the poem in the next chapter, thanks!
THANK YOU AGAIN EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and I should tell you that I really screw with the whole theme of the story in this chapter. Really, it's not that much of a change, but some of you might find it a little surprising. Don't think he's out of character, because people do strange things under pressure.
And for the first time in the story, the POV is not one of the Curtis brothers.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders.
~*~
((Jake Carson's POV))
I had the kid cornered. There was no way he could get away now. Not even his goddamn brothers could save him. Or that Greaser kid that gave me this killing headache. Or the rest of their little 'gang', not that there was much of them left - two of them bit the dust, thank god.
I had had enough. Enough of those stupid Greasers slouching around acting like they owned the place. Enough of the newspapers filled with stories about kids from west side 'overcoming poverty' to 'do great things'. I mean, come on. They killed Bob, and hid in a church for a week, for Christ's sake. Which ended up burning down. They could at least have had the sense not to drop lighted cancer sticks on the ground of the wooden building. Stupid Greasers.
I had had enough of my parents bitching about my grades and how I'm not doing enough 'community service'. Aka, getting my name in the paper while 'conveniently' dropping a line or two about my fathers business and my mother's 'loving and caring support throughout my whole life'. Also known as my father going out to work and my mother going out to the country club, or wherever the hell she went to buy a few drinks and falsely brag about my father and I.
Meanwhile, the Greasers on their side do whatever the hell they want, with no overachieving parents or false expectations. No parents yelling at you whenever you get home about not getting that hundred percent on a test, and how they had to 'withstand the embarrassment' of having another parent brag about how they beat you on a test.
And they wondered why we hate them. I would choose being a Greaser over a Soc any day. But I didn't get that choice. None of us Socials do. That's why we hate the Greasers. They get life so easy; free to do whatever they want. They don't have parents who as soon as you're born say, "Oh, I think you'll be a lawyer" or at your second birthday sigh and say, "Look at our little doctor".
And this kid. Ponyboy. He just kills Bob, and expects to get away with it. I hated him; I hated all those Greasers, who didn't know just how great they had it. I hated him.
All I thought as I stared down the barrel of my gun at the kid. His green eyes were wide; his reddish hair dyed blonde at the tips was messed out of its usual greased back look. He was afraid of me. He had reason to be, I was going to kill him. My eyes would probably look wide if I was having a staring contest with a gun, too. I stared into his eyes. What did they remind me of? I'd seen that same expression somewhere before. Somewhere...why couldn't I remember?
Then I did. I remembered when I was six; I had played with my friend from down the street. I had come home, and my parents were waiting for me. Immediately, my mother started screaming at me. Something about that boy being 'from a bad family'. She meant he didn't make as much as my father, therefore wasn't 'good enough' for me to be 'seen' with. I had said he was my friend, and I wanted to play with him again. Witty words for an afraid six year old to his furious father. And the man hit me. Hard, backhanded. Just straight across the jaw. I had fallen into a heap, clutching at my face. After they had left I had gone to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. A large black bruise was growing on a pale face with wide, frightened eyes.
Ponyboy the Greaser reminded myself, Jake the Soc, of a young me.
No, I couldn't just let him go. I couldn't. Not now, after all the effort I'd gone to, to get the stupid Grease.
That was the one thing my parents approved of. My helping the other rich guys fighting the Greasers. "Get that dirty filth out of town." My mother would sniff. What would she do if she knew I was finding it hard to kill a what, fourteen, fifteen year old? Probably lock me up in my room for punishment telling her friends I was studying for exams or something. They'd 'understand'.
I wasn't going to just let him go, ruin my life for what it's worth.
A grin spread itself on my face. My parents would be proud of me, I'd make them proud of me.
I pulled the trigger.
I could practically hear the bullet rip through the air and time seemed to slow down.
Ponyboy's eyes stared at me in disbelief as a shock tore through his body. A red stain grew on his shirt. He screamed.
A quick glance in the direction of the kid's brothers told me they'd managed to knock out the other three of my Socs. And that the whole little posse was tearing towards me. Oh joy.
His brothers reached him first, falling immediately down beside him. He stared up at them, then passed out. I looked closely at where the stain was spreading from, and I realized with a sickening jolt that I had missed. I hadn't hit his heart, striking him immediately dead. Instead I had hit his left side, oh well, it could still be deadly.
But now I felt horrible. The kid. He reminded me so much of myself. Not able to control the events unravelling around him. I didn't have time to ponder on it now though, because the kid's little friends had reached me.
"You sick bastard." The one who had knocked me out whispered, knocking the gun out of my hand. The other advanced on me with his switchblade comfortably in his hand.
"I could have killed him." I muttered in defence. There was no stopping it now; I was going to die by the end of the night.
"You tried to." The one with the switch spat. "You honest ta god tried to. You had no business messin' with Pony. He never did one fuckin thing to you."
"What, you think this is all personal?" I asked, my voice breaking. My tough-guy façade was breaking. "You think all us Socs want to be in this stupid fight? This never-ending, pointless duel between the classes? You Greasers will never win. It's a fact. You may keep fighting; keep up the act of bravado. But you aren't fooling anyone. You don't want to fight any more then we do." My voice died away. "Just kill me, okay? I came here today thinking that if I couldn't kill you, you'd at least kill me. I can't go back after you've beaten me. I won't. If you don't kill me, I'll kill myself."
The two Greasers stared at me.
"Kill me!" I cried. My voice broke againThe Greasers stared at me in shock. "Kill me. Kill me!" I became louder and louder. "Kill me! KILL me! KILL ME! KILL. ME."
The one with the switch stepped forward and sliced me straight down one cheek. I felt blood stream from the cut.
"That one's for hurting Pony the first time." He sliced my other cheek, straight down, horizontal to the first one. The fresh cut bled too, the blood dribbling down my chin. "That's for shooting him now."
I closed my eyes. I knew what was coming.
"And this is for being a no good, stuck up, rod up their butt, pansy ass Social." Said the other one, and with a blade that must have been in his pocket, sliced my jacket down the seams. He pulled it off. I opened my eyes in shock, what the hell was he doing? The one who had sliced my face suddenly grinned, and joined the other one in slicing up my pants.
"What are you doing?!?" I yelled.
"Making sure you never touch Pony again."
"Which has to do with you undressing me, how?"
He just grinned. Oh dear lord.
After they had sliced up all my clothing except for my boxers, they stood up and grinned. What I had previously been wearing was lying in shreds in a pile near their feet. The one who had knocked me out the first time leaned smirked, and crossed his arms. The one who had cut my face leaned down looked at me in the face. He was still grinning.
"Have fun walking home."
And he punched me across the face again, and I fell into darkness.
~*~
Author's Notes: Muah. ^_^ Don't hate me. I told you I'd screw with the characterization a bit. Didn't really expect that outta Jake, did you? Me neither! ^_^ It's just how the flow of the story went, when I got down to writing it. Some things just work out that way. Please don't hurt me.
Kate~ *leaning against the wall*
Hey, I thought I tied you up!
Kate~ *shrugs* I untied it while they were reading the story.
Ah. Lynne?
Lynne~ *bounces over* Please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks Lynne. You heard the muse, review please!
Your writingful authoress,
~Eh, Man
Kate: You're almost done. FINALLY!
Lynne: It's going to be sad not helping you write any more chapters.
I might write another Outsiders story, I already have a plot forming in my head that will hopefully be different then anything else currently 'on the market'.
Kate: Oh joy.
Oh my gosh!!!!! 168 reviews! *melts* Thank you all so very, very much! But since there were...uh...thirty four reviews for chapter twelve, and I think you all want me to hurry up and get on with the chapter, I'll give one big thanks to everybody, and answer some reviews that contained questions, or I feel the need to answer especially. I wish I could thank you all, but I don't want to make these A/Ns any longer then they need to be so you all can get on with the evil cliff-hanger I left you with last time. I can't thank you all enough! I can't tell you how much your support means to me.
Kate: Do you know how mushy that was? -_-
Pretty much.
Lynne: I think it was sweet. *bounces past*
Thanks, Lynne. But I'll get on with the one, big, uber-mushy thank you!
A HUGE, WONDERFUL, AMAZING, AND FANTASMAGLORACAL THANK YOU TO: Lin, Queen- Seta/Remmy the Insane, MissLKid, Celestra, Ponyboysgirl, True-Slytherin- gurl, Ladynightmare, Burnin', MickeyMouse, Pony's Girl, Ravenclaw-Girls, Kimmerkay, Anime Princess, Wanda, DreaminboutDal, Opal, Trinity Star, BlackRose1356, Aemila Rose, Latinagal, Meanie!, Girlsdontcri, MarLyG Riddle, ~Lupin~, A Prohecy's Word, Yanexi, holova87, Opal, Dragonfly409, Spikesluvr4eva, and Gold. I love you all! Thank you so much! ^_^
Celestra: I'm actually surprised I didn't run off with him either, lol. Yes, my Zero muse is actually sitting on my lap right now. Say hi Zero.
Zero~ hEllloo
He's having a bit of difficulty with the computer, but I'm sure he'll get used to it! ^_^ His lil' giraffe is so adorable. I want a giraffe like that. Can I borrow your giraffe Zero? *Zero nods* yay. *hugs Jaffy, then hands back to Zero* He's so adorable.. n.n
Burnin': Technically it's obvious you got into the section because your posting a review. :P Lol. Sorry, couldn't resist. ^_^ Hmm, you know what? I finally remembered to ask: Is horse a reincarnation of Pony? Lol, you never said, but that's what I'm assuming. Aw! Johnny and Pony get to be together, even when dead. Oh wait, Pony....Horse...Oh! I get it! *falls over laughing* Wow, I'm a little late on the uptake..... Heheh, that's so cute! Lol. Yes, Lynne is just a little hyper...*Lynne bounces straight into a wall* Oouch, that one had to hurt...hehhe. Good idea! We should get them all suger! Oh no! BURNIN'! Quick, check to see if there's an Thlump or Easy muse in existence. That could spell trouble. By the way, Kate, why aren't you over with the Bad!Muses? Kate~ you summoned us here for the chapter, remember? Ohhhhhhh, right. That would also explain why Lynne isn't physically attached to her computer. Oh, by the way, how's the muse war coming? I haven't been to that board in the LONGEST time, I should probably hustle over there, but I don't think there's been any developments in a while. One of us should probably start a separate thread for the war, we certainly got a lot off the topic of dreams...heheh.
Zero~ heLo AnT fiwa
Uh, Zero's experimenting with the keyboard. Lol, I've been showing him how to type. What he was saying, was "Hello aunty fire." I think he didn't know how to spell Burnin'. Did you Zero?
Zero~ Nuh
No. Okay! *hugs pure cuteness* ^_^ Anyway, I should get back to the chapter before the crowd murders me for talking to you and few else....
Anime Princess: You know what? I got about five reviews saying literally "NO ROMANCE!" and little else after yours. So I would like to thank you for inspiring people to review! ^_^ But unfortuantly, majority rules, there will be no romance in this fic. There hasn't been any so far, and I never planned for they're to be. At this point any more new characters or romances would through the story off. But thanks for the idea, anyway! It's good to know that -someone- is enjoying all those fics out there!
Trinity Star: Gee, thanks! Kate, come over here.
Kate~ Oh, no you don't.
KATE!
Kate~ Fine. -_- *Walks dejectedly over and gets tied up by Man.* Out of curiosity, why are you tying ME up, and not the good insane chick over there? *gestures with head to where Lynne is bouncing into walls*
You're the bad one.
Kate~ Oh. Yeah. ^_^
*shakes head*
Latinagal: Hey, Lynne! Here's a cookie! *Lynne bounces over*
Lynne~ Yay! A cookie! ^________^ *gobbles cookie* Thank youuuuuuu!!!! *bounces away*
Kate~ Hey, what about my cookie?
Oh yeah, you get one too. *feeds Kate cookie as she's currently tied up with Trinity Star's rope.*
Kate, say thank you.
Kate~ 'Ank wo. *chews*
Kate, that's disgusting.
Kate~ ^_^
*heavy sigh* Thanks for the cookies! I liked SB too! *sniff* -_-
Yanexi: I get my plot ideas by thinking about my stories all day and night. Think about something for long enough, and you eventually make a story out of it. Lol. I have so many fanfictions that I've written that currently reside only in my brain. Basically, that's where I get my plot lines. I think about it as I'm trying to sleep. Be forewarned, though. If you're really tired, your plot lines sometimes get wonky. O_o ^_^
Opal: Thanks for your three reviews! I'll finally use the poem in the next chapter, thanks!
THANK YOU AGAIN EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and I should tell you that I really screw with the whole theme of the story in this chapter. Really, it's not that much of a change, but some of you might find it a little surprising. Don't think he's out of character, because people do strange things under pressure.
And for the first time in the story, the POV is not one of the Curtis brothers.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders.
~*~
((Jake Carson's POV))
I had the kid cornered. There was no way he could get away now. Not even his goddamn brothers could save him. Or that Greaser kid that gave me this killing headache. Or the rest of their little 'gang', not that there was much of them left - two of them bit the dust, thank god.
I had had enough. Enough of those stupid Greasers slouching around acting like they owned the place. Enough of the newspapers filled with stories about kids from west side 'overcoming poverty' to 'do great things'. I mean, come on. They killed Bob, and hid in a church for a week, for Christ's sake. Which ended up burning down. They could at least have had the sense not to drop lighted cancer sticks on the ground of the wooden building. Stupid Greasers.
I had had enough of my parents bitching about my grades and how I'm not doing enough 'community service'. Aka, getting my name in the paper while 'conveniently' dropping a line or two about my fathers business and my mother's 'loving and caring support throughout my whole life'. Also known as my father going out to work and my mother going out to the country club, or wherever the hell she went to buy a few drinks and falsely brag about my father and I.
Meanwhile, the Greasers on their side do whatever the hell they want, with no overachieving parents or false expectations. No parents yelling at you whenever you get home about not getting that hundred percent on a test, and how they had to 'withstand the embarrassment' of having another parent brag about how they beat you on a test.
And they wondered why we hate them. I would choose being a Greaser over a Soc any day. But I didn't get that choice. None of us Socials do. That's why we hate the Greasers. They get life so easy; free to do whatever they want. They don't have parents who as soon as you're born say, "Oh, I think you'll be a lawyer" or at your second birthday sigh and say, "Look at our little doctor".
And this kid. Ponyboy. He just kills Bob, and expects to get away with it. I hated him; I hated all those Greasers, who didn't know just how great they had it. I hated him.
All I thought as I stared down the barrel of my gun at the kid. His green eyes were wide; his reddish hair dyed blonde at the tips was messed out of its usual greased back look. He was afraid of me. He had reason to be, I was going to kill him. My eyes would probably look wide if I was having a staring contest with a gun, too. I stared into his eyes. What did they remind me of? I'd seen that same expression somewhere before. Somewhere...why couldn't I remember?
Then I did. I remembered when I was six; I had played with my friend from down the street. I had come home, and my parents were waiting for me. Immediately, my mother started screaming at me. Something about that boy being 'from a bad family'. She meant he didn't make as much as my father, therefore wasn't 'good enough' for me to be 'seen' with. I had said he was my friend, and I wanted to play with him again. Witty words for an afraid six year old to his furious father. And the man hit me. Hard, backhanded. Just straight across the jaw. I had fallen into a heap, clutching at my face. After they had left I had gone to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. A large black bruise was growing on a pale face with wide, frightened eyes.
Ponyboy the Greaser reminded myself, Jake the Soc, of a young me.
No, I couldn't just let him go. I couldn't. Not now, after all the effort I'd gone to, to get the stupid Grease.
That was the one thing my parents approved of. My helping the other rich guys fighting the Greasers. "Get that dirty filth out of town." My mother would sniff. What would she do if she knew I was finding it hard to kill a what, fourteen, fifteen year old? Probably lock me up in my room for punishment telling her friends I was studying for exams or something. They'd 'understand'.
I wasn't going to just let him go, ruin my life for what it's worth.
A grin spread itself on my face. My parents would be proud of me, I'd make them proud of me.
I pulled the trigger.
I could practically hear the bullet rip through the air and time seemed to slow down.
Ponyboy's eyes stared at me in disbelief as a shock tore through his body. A red stain grew on his shirt. He screamed.
A quick glance in the direction of the kid's brothers told me they'd managed to knock out the other three of my Socs. And that the whole little posse was tearing towards me. Oh joy.
His brothers reached him first, falling immediately down beside him. He stared up at them, then passed out. I looked closely at where the stain was spreading from, and I realized with a sickening jolt that I had missed. I hadn't hit his heart, striking him immediately dead. Instead I had hit his left side, oh well, it could still be deadly.
But now I felt horrible. The kid. He reminded me so much of myself. Not able to control the events unravelling around him. I didn't have time to ponder on it now though, because the kid's little friends had reached me.
"You sick bastard." The one who had knocked me out whispered, knocking the gun out of my hand. The other advanced on me with his switchblade comfortably in his hand.
"I could have killed him." I muttered in defence. There was no stopping it now; I was going to die by the end of the night.
"You tried to." The one with the switch spat. "You honest ta god tried to. You had no business messin' with Pony. He never did one fuckin thing to you."
"What, you think this is all personal?" I asked, my voice breaking. My tough-guy façade was breaking. "You think all us Socs want to be in this stupid fight? This never-ending, pointless duel between the classes? You Greasers will never win. It's a fact. You may keep fighting; keep up the act of bravado. But you aren't fooling anyone. You don't want to fight any more then we do." My voice died away. "Just kill me, okay? I came here today thinking that if I couldn't kill you, you'd at least kill me. I can't go back after you've beaten me. I won't. If you don't kill me, I'll kill myself."
The two Greasers stared at me.
"Kill me!" I cried. My voice broke againThe Greasers stared at me in shock. "Kill me. Kill me!" I became louder and louder. "Kill me! KILL me! KILL ME! KILL. ME."
The one with the switch stepped forward and sliced me straight down one cheek. I felt blood stream from the cut.
"That one's for hurting Pony the first time." He sliced my other cheek, straight down, horizontal to the first one. The fresh cut bled too, the blood dribbling down my chin. "That's for shooting him now."
I closed my eyes. I knew what was coming.
"And this is for being a no good, stuck up, rod up their butt, pansy ass Social." Said the other one, and with a blade that must have been in his pocket, sliced my jacket down the seams. He pulled it off. I opened my eyes in shock, what the hell was he doing? The one who had sliced my face suddenly grinned, and joined the other one in slicing up my pants.
"What are you doing?!?" I yelled.
"Making sure you never touch Pony again."
"Which has to do with you undressing me, how?"
He just grinned. Oh dear lord.
After they had sliced up all my clothing except for my boxers, they stood up and grinned. What I had previously been wearing was lying in shreds in a pile near their feet. The one who had knocked me out the first time leaned smirked, and crossed his arms. The one who had cut my face leaned down looked at me in the face. He was still grinning.
"Have fun walking home."
And he punched me across the face again, and I fell into darkness.
~*~
Author's Notes: Muah. ^_^ Don't hate me. I told you I'd screw with the characterization a bit. Didn't really expect that outta Jake, did you? Me neither! ^_^ It's just how the flow of the story went, when I got down to writing it. Some things just work out that way. Please don't hurt me.
Kate~ *leaning against the wall*
Hey, I thought I tied you up!
Kate~ *shrugs* I untied it while they were reading the story.
Ah. Lynne?
Lynne~ *bounces over* Please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks Lynne. You heard the muse, review please!
Your writingful authoress,
~Eh, Man