Dizzy saw the ruins called the lost paradise disappear over the horizon from the view of the Mayship's porthole. She then turned her unbandaged eye to the bed beside her, which hosted a quietly sleeping, but no less injured May. From what Dizzy heard, May had been thrown out of a window and into the sea by Jeremy. Dizzy brought thoughts back to the man himself, and pitied him.

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Dizzy opened one eye to look at the purple claws that were stopped only mere centimeters from it. Jeremy's face was in a harsh glare.

"I'd kill you, but you're dead already." The claws disappeared back into fingers, and Jeremy rose off his prize.

Dizzy was confused, "You aren't… going to kill me?"

Jeremy suddenly exploded into anger and kicked an empty crate near him. "NO! I am not going to kill you, and you wanna know why? Because you were supposed to kill ME! NOT FUCKING VICE VERSA!"

"You… wanted to… die?"

"YES! When the fuck did that register in your mind!? Why the fuck else would I hunt you for more than a month to fight someone who is more powerful than me? Because people call it FUCKING SUICIDE! Do you realize how many times in my life I told myself 'Perhaps today Jeremy, perhaps you'll find somebody today who will kill you and rid me of this curse of being FUCKING IMMORTAL!' " Jeremy threw his hat to the ground with all his might.

Dizzy's eyes widened at the realization. "But that….that shouldn't be possible…"

"It was possible in 1943, America! And for the next 200 fucking years I had to deal with the fact I couldn't have friends, family, or a regular fucking human life! Hell, I couldn't even figure out anymore whether I could even be called a real human anymore! I'd rather be dead than uncertain, at least I could be sure of something…. BUT YOU STOLE THAT CHANCE AWAY FROM ME!" Seeing her head as the only real target left, Jeremy smashed his sole against Dizzy's face. Jeremy picked up his 200-year-old hat and tucked under his armpit and stormed off to an exit he noticed.

"I'm going now, good bye."

Dizzy weakly attempted to move her legs from under the restricting concrete, but no such luck. "I'm stuck!"

Jeremy turned his harsh face back at the trapped figure. "Then get out, I'm sure you almighty 'Gear Powers' will help you somehow." The entire sentence was filled with angry sarcasm. Jeremy then disappeared into the dark of the hallway.

It was later that the rescue team found Dizzy. They themselves also tried to find Jeremy as well, to make sure he doesn't try to hunt Dizzy again. But Dizzy asked them not to.

"He…won't chase me again after this…. He'll leave us alone" The others were a bit hesitant, but they left under Dizzy's advice nonetheless.

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Dizzy looked back out to see the endless ocean outside the porthole I wonder if he will ever find peace…. She then buried her head further into her pillow, June had said for her to rest more, and she did feel a bit sleepy….

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Jeremy was in real need of beer. It always made him feel better. He had managed to put his broken arm into a split/brace thingy, so it didn't hurt as much now, and his other wounds were also patched up nicely. But still, he had to deal with the pain now, instead of simply being….

Jeremy sagged into his chair from the self-inflicted pessimism and watched the fireplace with tired, dead eyes. No matter how many times he tried, he just seemed to have a problem of not being able to get killed. Jeremy stared down at the metal belt buckle on his waist with the word 'dream' carved into it.

I even fought in the crusades, and I still didn't die…. every man's dream can be accomplished, why isn't mine being reached as well?

"SUBJECT. IN OPTIMUM SITUATION. PREPARING. CAPTURE SEQUENCE." The voice sounded like it came through a rusty speaker.

Jeremy whirled his head around in the direction of the voice to meet a metal fist, which then propelled him of his chair and into the far wall, head first. Everything seemed to turn blurry as he collapsed to the floor.

I knew it! Somebody was watching me through all those fights! I should have guessed it was something other than me being edgy…

"SUBJECT NUMBER TWO-SEVEN-EIGHT-FOUR-FIVE. ALSO KNOWN AS. JEREMY COLT. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST BY ORDER OF THE POST WAR ADMINISTRATION BUREAU FOR THIEVERY OF OFFICAIAL POST WAR ADMINISTRATION DOCUMENTS. PROCEDING. WITH. CAPTURE." The metallic voice chimed out before advancing on the prone figure of Jeremy Colt, who simply watched the machine approach.

Ah, another challenger, another chance, another adventure…. perhaps today….

END ACT 1

INTERMISSION START

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Final notes:

I already have planned a sequel of sorts, so the next act will be written in another story. Also, as so helpfully noted out by Samuraiter, I should have noted out which sections of plot belonged to which author.

The funny thing is that the Jeremy's entire adventure actually crosses more than one author's stories, KR2's DB, BS plot only being one (but only noticed his!). So I guess I should note the necessary copyrights (The 'theater' chapters are the fanfanfic chapters)

-Theater of Simple Interest (Bounty Office sequence)/ Theater of Tattered Souls (Village sequence) based of fanfic 'Simple Interest', property of author 'anjimito'

-Theater of Tattered Souls (Madrid sequence) based of fanfic 'Darkest Body, Brightest Soul', property of author 'Kaiser Ryouga 2'

-Theater of Tattered Souls (Mayship seqeunce) based of fanfic 'Tattered Souls', property of author 'Talon Silverwolf'

-Theater of Darkest Body, Brightest Soul/ Dream (Jeremy vs. Justice sequence) based of fanfic 'Darkest Body, Brightest Soul', property of author 'Kaiser Ryouga 2'

Everything else was made up by me, of course. Since you now have read all the chapters, you now know why I had to have Jeremy win all the fights, since you see what Jeremy's believes is the end result of him losing in combat (And I need to keep him alive for the entire fic and everything).

Thank you all reviewers for managing to keep my self-esteem high enough to finish this. If I had no reviews, I would waste away in misery, thinking that nobody read my fic.