This is the final chapter, but will not be posted yet. The lyrics are in italics and are NOT in the right order, but they're all here, well, almost all of them . . . ,anyway . . . here it is.



Strong Bad dropped the pen and looked over what he wrote.

Perfect. He thought to himself. Strong Sad will never be able to tell the difference. He grinned, stepped outside, and slipped it into his mailbox.


He'd seem hopeless and lost with this note

They'll buy into the words that I wrote


Strong Sad walked outside. The cool days of Autumn close at hand. He smiled to himself as he opened the mailbox, there he found the letter. He looked at it and smiled widely. This was the first letter he'd received in quite a while. He opened it and read.


"Dear Strong Sad,


I'm leaving you, forever. I just can't stand being around you any longer. I've found a new guy, much better than you. You're nothing to me, and you never have been, so stay out of my life, you little queer. Strong Bad is better than you, and you better stay out of our way.

From,

Marzipan."


Strong Sad was awestruck. It took him several minutes for him to realize what this meant because it was such a shock.

"No." He whispered as he walked up to his room. He sat on his bed and cried, the letter still replaying in his mind. After what must have been an hour, another emotion came over him.

Rage.

He had felt anger often before, but it was never like this. He clenched his fists so hard that it drew blood.

"How could she?" he shouted, although he was alone in the house. "I loved her, and she loved me, or at least I thought she did!"

Friday evening
The blood still on my hands
To think that she would leave me now
For that ungrateful man

"I give myself to her, and what does she do?" He stood up and grabbed a lighter that was sitting on his dresser. He picked up all the pictures he had drawn of Marzipan and all the poems he had written about her and lit them on fire. He didn't care if it burned down the house, he didn't care that those were his finest works of art. The fire spread to the carpet as he slowly walked out of the burning room. He walked into his brother's room. A gun was lying on the counter. He smiled grimly and picked it up.

"She breaks me." Tears were streaming down his face, but he didn't care. He held the gun to his heart, but then pulled it away.

This feeling inside me
Finally found my love, I`ve finally broke free
No longer torn in two
I`d take my own life before losing you"


"No." He said to himself. "Not yet. There's still something I have to do." He grinned cruelly and walked out the door, leaving the house to burn to the ground, the sparks igniting the dry grass surrounding the house.


Marzipan stepped outside, admiring the fall colors. She sat down by a tree and looked up at the sky, admiring the clouds and thinking about what happened the night before. She loved him very much, and didn't want anything to happen to him. She knew that he was a very sensitive, and may do something drastic, maybe even . . .


Feeling good this Friday afternoon

I ran into Julian said we'd get together soon

He's always had my heart he needs to know

I'll break free of the miracle it's time for him to go


No. She didn't want to think about it now. Suddenly, in the sky, she spotted clouds of dark, billowing smoke, coming from Strong Sad's house.

"Oh my God!" she cried. "I hope he's ok!" She got up and began to run to the house. When she was halfway there, something caught her eye. A dark figure was following her. She ran her hardest, but the dark figure grabbed her arm and yanked her toward him. She looked up and saw who it was.

"Strong Bad?" she questioned. "What are you doing?" Strong Bad grinned at her.

"Oh nothing." He replied coldly. "Just seeing what you were doing, you dirty little slut!"

"Wha . . . what?" she replied. This took her by surprise. He glared at her.

"You know what I mean, bitch!" He replied, still glaring. "You fucked my brother last night, didn't you?" He slammed her against a nearby tree. "Didn't you!"

"What....how.....huh?" she said. He looked at her and smiled.

"I have my ways, and you're coming with me." He gave her a sharp blow to her neck, knocking her out.

When she finally gained consciousness, she found that she was in her own bedroom. She was lying on her bed, dazed and confused. Strong Bad was on the edge of her bed. He grinned and pressed up against her.

"Are you going to...going to rape me?" She asked, fear and anxiety in her voice. He looked her in the eye and grinned.

"No." he replied. "No, I'm just going to have a little fun with you." he said as he began to slide a hand down her shirt.

BAM! A loud crack was heard against the door. Strong Bad sat up quickly and looked at the door. It was broken right off its hinges, and someone was standing there.


He thought no one knew

Then came a shot out of the night

Clouds were beginning to develop outside. Deep rolls of thunder roared slowly. A flash of lightning illuminated the intruder's face.

It was Strong Sad, his dark amber eyes emitting an aura of hatred, beyond anything he or his brother had ever felt. He walked slowly towards the bed, grinning.

"Over these years you've caused me much pain, brother." he said, in a cold, strange voice. "But this has to be the greatest. You've stolen my love, and now." his eyes filled with tears.

"You must both pay the price." He held the gun to Strong Bad's head, and pulled the trigger. His brother fell to the floor, lifeless. A pool of blood had turned his blue hair into a shade of dark purple. He turned to Marzipan.

"As much as I hate to do this," He said, tears running down his pale face. "You too must pay" He aimed the gun at her, and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced her stomach, and she lay, dying.

"Why...why, Strong Sad, why?" she looked at him, her eyes tearing up as well.

"You left me. You wrote that letter, remember?" He looked at her, and she smiled back. His glare at her dissapated, and dissappeared completly.

"You poor boy." she muttered. "You poor, sweet, innocent boy. I never wrote the letter. It was Strong Bad. I love you, and I always have." He looked down at her and fell to his knees. He clutched his head in sadness and pain, not physical pain, for he was used to that, but the fact that his love was dying, and he was the culprit. He turned the gun to his stomach. He didn't want to shoot himself in the head, for he wanted to die alongside his lover. He pulled the trigger, and crumpled aside Marzipan. With what was left of their strength, they embraced, and locked into one last kiss.


One last time

We lay down today

One last time

Before we fade away.


They broke the kiss and just stared into each others eyes. Marzipan whispered to him.

'Thanks for being such a good friend."


This feeling inside me

Finally found my life

I've finally broke free

No longer Torn in two

Living my own life by learning from you


He smiled weakly at her and whispered:

"Thanks for being my only friend."


This feeling inside me

Finally found my life

I'm finally free

No longer torn in two

Learning about my live by living though you


They smiled at each other. Their embrace began to weaken, their vision became blurry, and their eyelids began to flicker. They looked at eachother, and both, in unison, said.

"Goodbye." Their embrace fell, their eyes closed, and their hearts stopped beating.


One Last time

We lay down today

One last time

We fade away.


The next day, the police were surrounding the house, inspecting the place. The bodies had been moved. One police officer spotted a note on the dresser in a room. It read:


This feeling

Inside Me

Finally found my life

I'm finally free

No Longer

Torn in two

Living my own life by learning from you

We'll meet again my friends

Someday Soon........