Yin-yang
I really hate FF.net right now. It hasn't been sending all those reviews and stuff out. I've
been thinking you guy's had abandoned me. Anyway, a couple of things before we begin the finale:
crazygurl... STOP READING MY MIND!!! JEEZ!!! You've already told half of the
chapter right there in your review! I'm not saying what will happen, but damn! I'm not mad at you
or anything, in fact I'm impressed that you can see my stories ahead of time. Just don't mention
anything in your reviews, that way you don't spoil it. I will however tell you that Miranda will not
get pregnant. Not in this story anyway.
I'm wondering if anyone uses author alert on FF.net. The reason I ask is that I do, and it's
really helpful. All it does is send you an e-mail when an author updates. It tells you what story was
updated and the name of the new chapter.
Should I include the music playback in the sequel? If you say yes, than you'll have to tell me
what songs you want to play during certain chapters. I can't guarantee this will happen, but it was
just a thought.
Last but not least, enjoy the story.
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Eric was standing outside the waterfront warehouse. He was nervous. How could he not be? He
was about to try and take down Nick. He wanted nothing better than to just call the police and have
them do this. But then he remembered...
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"Lizzie, I have no choice. If don't get him myself, He'll keep coming back."
"Just call the police and let them handle it."
At that moment, the phone rang. Eric went to pick it up. What he heard chilled him so bad
that he felt like there was ice in his heart.
"Eric."
"Nick." he muttered
"Eric, I want to talk with you. Alone."
"What in the hell do you want with me?"
"To make you suffer."
"Oh, real original, you prick."
"I'd watch my mouth if I were you."
"Why?"
"Because you wouldn't want Carla hurt, would you?"
Eric's brain went numb. What in the hell was that bastard talking about?!
"Wha...?"
"I have her, Eric. And if you want her to live, then you'll follow my orders down to the
letter."
Eric stopped to think. While he didn't love Carla anymore, he couldn't let her get hurt.
'All because of that stupid personal code I wrote when I was 5!' The code he was talking
about, was a series of personal rules he made to live by. One of the biggest ones was:
I will not let harm befall any women or girl if I can help it. He was starting to regret that dumb
code. He sighed. He had only one option...
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And there he was. Standing outside waiting for the signal to be given. The signal was a car
alarm going off at exactly12:05...
BEEB, BEEB, BEEB, BEEB, BEEB, BEEB!
There it was!
'Well, it's now or never.' he opened the doors and walked in...
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He was expecting Nick to be somewhere in plain sight. Apparently not. He walked in
further, careful not to lose his concentration. He kept his senses at maximum. His heart was beating
fast. He had never been so scared this much in his life except in those nightmares...
'Don't think about that, Eric. Think about what your going to do to that prick when you find
him.'
A sudden noise yanked him out of his thoughts. The sound of machinery coming to life. He
looked outside. A crane had come to life and had something hanging on the hook. 'Carla!' Sure
enough, she was hanging from the crane, 50 feet up, upside-down, blindfolded. His natural impulse
was to run out and get her. He was just about to, had it not been for his rational side making sure he
didn't fuck things up.
'Sniper.' he thought. It was so simple. Nick would use Carla as bait, while hiding in some
secluded spot. When Eric ran out to get her, Nick would pull the trigger and... BOOM! Instant brain
soup.
'Hell, no.' He wouldn't let Nick get the upper hand. Not once. He was about to pull out the
police binoculars he was given earlier to look for him. But had Nick not said something at that
moment, Eric's cover would have been blown...
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"Personally, I think that she looks better when she is about to fall to her death."
"Nick, you bastard."
"How can you call me that? I wasn't born out of wedlock." (A/N A bastard is a child who is
born to a single parent who is not married, just incase you don't know. If you do, then ignore this
A/N.)
"It doesn't matter, your still a son of a bitch."
"Harsh words. Of course, you would know about harsh words, wouldn't you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Three years ago. Two months after you mom died. I tried to help you. You pushed me
away. I tried again. You pushed harder. The last time, you actually hit me, telling me to back the
fuck off!"
"Please. Your still pissed about that! Jeez, your more pathetic than I thought. Nick, my mom
had just been raped and murdered in front of me! You expected me to just talk to you as if it never
happened? I was devastated! I was also an asshole! And then there was you! Just walking around
acting like the world all so peachy keen! Well, it was all bullshit! I couldn't stand how you could
just act like nothing happened!"
"Your sister did the same thing!"
"For Christ's sake, SHE WAS MY SISTER! I COULDN'T TELL HER OFF! I LOVED
HER TOO MUCH!"
He took a couple of breaths to calm down. If he fought Nick, then the last thing he needed
was to have his emotions toy with him.
"You never understood that though, did you, Nick? Your mother was too fucking drunk and
stoned to care for anyone that wasn't her, didn't she? And your father. He was too busy counting the
money he made from selling drugs to even notice you. Your sister was having sex with every boy in
the neighborhood. Your brother was in prison. You hated everyone of them, didn't you? You hated
how your family was too busy with their own fucked up lives, to even think that you existed. You
were jealous of my family."
Eric could tell that he was ripping into Nick like a chainsaw through wood. He wasn't about
to let up that easy.
"And now you think that by killing me and trying to get with my cousin, you can make your
own pathetic life better? Please. The only way to do that is to kill yourself. To end it. That way you
wouldn't have to live it."
Silence. Eric didn't have anything to say. He was waiting for Nick to say or do something.
"Your right Eric. And I'll do just that. After I kill you."
Nick fell into stance. Eric knew what he wanted to do. He obliged.
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One step closer
Linkin Park
Hybrid Theory
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At this point, it should be noted that this is were the story splits into the used ending and the
alternate ones. So when I put up the alternate endings, they will all start from this point.
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They rushed each other. They wanted each other dead. And they wouldn't stop until someone did
die. It was a furious battle. Neither seemed willing to let the other get the other hand, not even for a
second. Punches and kicks were being thrown as hard as they were being blocked, parried, or
grabbed. They at each other's throats, literally. They didn't want the other to leave this building
alive.
Eric was using every move he had in his arsenal. Roundhouse, straight, crescent, back, fake, side,
uppercut, hammer fist, everything. He was using every thing he was ever taught. He even
contemplated dropping into drunken boxing stance. He rejected that idea immediately. He only
knew some moves and stances in that style. He'd be slaughtered.
It then occurred to him... Nick was letting his emotions in the fight. Nick was letting his anger
and sadness and every other emotion he had, throw his weapons. The same way Eric did the day he
was shot! Eric knew right then and there that he had found Nick's weakness. And he tore into it!
"Still wish you were back home, Nick? Oh wait. A home has a family that cares for one another.
You gotta have that first."
He sidestepped a front kick and countered with a punch to the ribs. He continued...
"But instead, you have a mom who's more stoned than a hippie..."
Back kick, dodge, roundhouse to head.
"A dad who has a heart of slime..."
Punch, block, counter...
"A knocked up sister..."
A feeble grab that was blocked easily...
"And a brother who's married to a big man named Bubba. Face it. You have nothing."
And with that, he snap-kicked Nick to the ribs. Hard. Hard enough to break almost all of them.
Nick fell to the ground, his breath knocked out of him. Eric would find out later that the kick had
caused one rib to puncture Nick's left lung. He didn't care. He could have cared less at that precise
moment. In fact, all he cared about right then and there was getting Carla the hell out of there.
He ran over to the bag he dropped at the beginning of the fight, picked up a walkie-talkie, and
spoke into it.
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"Nick is down. I repeat, Nick is down. It's safe to come in." With that, the police force that
was waiting outside, stormed the building. They flocked over to Nick and had him in handcuffs
before he could do anything. Lizzie and the rest of them came in after the police had cleared the
building. Lizzie ran over to Eric and gave him a hug. Not that mattered, really. Eric already knew
how much she cared for him, even if they had been a couple for a relatively short time. But he still
welcomed it.
"Officer Chang, you'll find Miss Sturbin hanging upside down on an industrial crane in the
back."
"Yeah, we saw something strange hanging from that crane. Didn't think it was a person,
though."
Him and a couple of other cops ran out to get her down. Eric hoped that she was okay. Even
though he didn't like her anymore, he still wanted her to be okay. Thankfully she was fine.
After the usual police routine of questions, Eric and his friends were free to go. As he rode
home in the backseat of his dad's truck with Lizzie, Eric fell asleep in his soul mate's arms, wishing
this wouldn't happen again. What a jackass for thinking that.
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Well, there you have it! Yin-yang is complete, except for the epilogue and the alternate
endings. Thanks for reading. I hope this story has inspired you to write your own, or make one
you've written, better.
A couple of things though. If the timing of the song and the fight are a little off, forgive me
as I couldn't make it stretch to a 2:35 read. Alas, my continuity between chapters was a little
shabby. I hope to have this remedied by the sequel. Oh, and that personal code Eric was talking
about, please don't flame me for that as that really does exist. I have a thing about not hurting
women unless my life was in jeopardy because of one.
As I said, I hope you enjoyed this story and I hope you enjoy the sequel.
I really hate FF.net right now. It hasn't been sending all those reviews and stuff out. I've
been thinking you guy's had abandoned me. Anyway, a couple of things before we begin the finale:
crazygurl... STOP READING MY MIND!!! JEEZ!!! You've already told half of the
chapter right there in your review! I'm not saying what will happen, but damn! I'm not mad at you
or anything, in fact I'm impressed that you can see my stories ahead of time. Just don't mention
anything in your reviews, that way you don't spoil it. I will however tell you that Miranda will not
get pregnant. Not in this story anyway.
I'm wondering if anyone uses author alert on FF.net. The reason I ask is that I do, and it's
really helpful. All it does is send you an e-mail when an author updates. It tells you what story was
updated and the name of the new chapter.
Should I include the music playback in the sequel? If you say yes, than you'll have to tell me
what songs you want to play during certain chapters. I can't guarantee this will happen, but it was
just a thought.
Last but not least, enjoy the story.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Eric was standing outside the waterfront warehouse. He was nervous. How could he not be? He
was about to try and take down Nick. He wanted nothing better than to just call the police and have
them do this. But then he remembered...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Lizzie, I have no choice. If don't get him myself, He'll keep coming back."
"Just call the police and let them handle it."
At that moment, the phone rang. Eric went to pick it up. What he heard chilled him so bad
that he felt like there was ice in his heart.
"Eric."
"Nick." he muttered
"Eric, I want to talk with you. Alone."
"What in the hell do you want with me?"
"To make you suffer."
"Oh, real original, you prick."
"I'd watch my mouth if I were you."
"Why?"
"Because you wouldn't want Carla hurt, would you?"
Eric's brain went numb. What in the hell was that bastard talking about?!
"Wha...?"
"I have her, Eric. And if you want her to live, then you'll follow my orders down to the
letter."
Eric stopped to think. While he didn't love Carla anymore, he couldn't let her get hurt.
'All because of that stupid personal code I wrote when I was 5!' The code he was talking
about, was a series of personal rules he made to live by. One of the biggest ones was:
I will not let harm befall any women or girl if I can help it. He was starting to regret that dumb
code. He sighed. He had only one option...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And there he was. Standing outside waiting for the signal to be given. The signal was a car
alarm going off at exactly12:05...
BEEB, BEEB, BEEB, BEEB, BEEB, BEEB!
There it was!
'Well, it's now or never.' he opened the doors and walked in...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He was expecting Nick to be somewhere in plain sight. Apparently not. He walked in
further, careful not to lose his concentration. He kept his senses at maximum. His heart was beating
fast. He had never been so scared this much in his life except in those nightmares...
'Don't think about that, Eric. Think about what your going to do to that prick when you find
him.'
A sudden noise yanked him out of his thoughts. The sound of machinery coming to life. He
looked outside. A crane had come to life and had something hanging on the hook. 'Carla!' Sure
enough, she was hanging from the crane, 50 feet up, upside-down, blindfolded. His natural impulse
was to run out and get her. He was just about to, had it not been for his rational side making sure he
didn't fuck things up.
'Sniper.' he thought. It was so simple. Nick would use Carla as bait, while hiding in some
secluded spot. When Eric ran out to get her, Nick would pull the trigger and... BOOM! Instant brain
soup.
'Hell, no.' He wouldn't let Nick get the upper hand. Not once. He was about to pull out the
police binoculars he was given earlier to look for him. But had Nick not said something at that
moment, Eric's cover would have been blown...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Personally, I think that she looks better when she is about to fall to her death."
"Nick, you bastard."
"How can you call me that? I wasn't born out of wedlock." (A/N A bastard is a child who is
born to a single parent who is not married, just incase you don't know. If you do, then ignore this
A/N.)
"It doesn't matter, your still a son of a bitch."
"Harsh words. Of course, you would know about harsh words, wouldn't you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Three years ago. Two months after you mom died. I tried to help you. You pushed me
away. I tried again. You pushed harder. The last time, you actually hit me, telling me to back the
fuck off!"
"Please. Your still pissed about that! Jeez, your more pathetic than I thought. Nick, my mom
had just been raped and murdered in front of me! You expected me to just talk to you as if it never
happened? I was devastated! I was also an asshole! And then there was you! Just walking around
acting like the world all so peachy keen! Well, it was all bullshit! I couldn't stand how you could
just act like nothing happened!"
"Your sister did the same thing!"
"For Christ's sake, SHE WAS MY SISTER! I COULDN'T TELL HER OFF! I LOVED
HER TOO MUCH!"
He took a couple of breaths to calm down. If he fought Nick, then the last thing he needed
was to have his emotions toy with him.
"You never understood that though, did you, Nick? Your mother was too fucking drunk and
stoned to care for anyone that wasn't her, didn't she? And your father. He was too busy counting the
money he made from selling drugs to even notice you. Your sister was having sex with every boy in
the neighborhood. Your brother was in prison. You hated everyone of them, didn't you? You hated
how your family was too busy with their own fucked up lives, to even think that you existed. You
were jealous of my family."
Eric could tell that he was ripping into Nick like a chainsaw through wood. He wasn't about
to let up that easy.
"And now you think that by killing me and trying to get with my cousin, you can make your
own pathetic life better? Please. The only way to do that is to kill yourself. To end it. That way you
wouldn't have to live it."
Silence. Eric didn't have anything to say. He was waiting for Nick to say or do something.
"Your right Eric. And I'll do just that. After I kill you."
Nick fell into stance. Eric knew what he wanted to do. He obliged.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One step closer
Linkin Park
Hybrid Theory
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
At this point, it should be noted that this is were the story splits into the used ending and the
alternate ones. So when I put up the alternate endings, they will all start from this point.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
They rushed each other. They wanted each other dead. And they wouldn't stop until someone did
die. It was a furious battle. Neither seemed willing to let the other get the other hand, not even for a
second. Punches and kicks were being thrown as hard as they were being blocked, parried, or
grabbed. They at each other's throats, literally. They didn't want the other to leave this building
alive.
Eric was using every move he had in his arsenal. Roundhouse, straight, crescent, back, fake, side,
uppercut, hammer fist, everything. He was using every thing he was ever taught. He even
contemplated dropping into drunken boxing stance. He rejected that idea immediately. He only
knew some moves and stances in that style. He'd be slaughtered.
It then occurred to him... Nick was letting his emotions in the fight. Nick was letting his anger
and sadness and every other emotion he had, throw his weapons. The same way Eric did the day he
was shot! Eric knew right then and there that he had found Nick's weakness. And he tore into it!
"Still wish you were back home, Nick? Oh wait. A home has a family that cares for one another.
You gotta have that first."
He sidestepped a front kick and countered with a punch to the ribs. He continued...
"But instead, you have a mom who's more stoned than a hippie..."
Back kick, dodge, roundhouse to head.
"A dad who has a heart of slime..."
Punch, block, counter...
"A knocked up sister..."
A feeble grab that was blocked easily...
"And a brother who's married to a big man named Bubba. Face it. You have nothing."
And with that, he snap-kicked Nick to the ribs. Hard. Hard enough to break almost all of them.
Nick fell to the ground, his breath knocked out of him. Eric would find out later that the kick had
caused one rib to puncture Nick's left lung. He didn't care. He could have cared less at that precise
moment. In fact, all he cared about right then and there was getting Carla the hell out of there.
He ran over to the bag he dropped at the beginning of the fight, picked up a walkie-talkie, and
spoke into it.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Nick is down. I repeat, Nick is down. It's safe to come in." With that, the police force that
was waiting outside, stormed the building. They flocked over to Nick and had him in handcuffs
before he could do anything. Lizzie and the rest of them came in after the police had cleared the
building. Lizzie ran over to Eric and gave him a hug. Not that mattered, really. Eric already knew
how much she cared for him, even if they had been a couple for a relatively short time. But he still
welcomed it.
"Officer Chang, you'll find Miss Sturbin hanging upside down on an industrial crane in the
back."
"Yeah, we saw something strange hanging from that crane. Didn't think it was a person,
though."
Him and a couple of other cops ran out to get her down. Eric hoped that she was okay. Even
though he didn't like her anymore, he still wanted her to be okay. Thankfully she was fine.
After the usual police routine of questions, Eric and his friends were free to go. As he rode
home in the backseat of his dad's truck with Lizzie, Eric fell asleep in his soul mate's arms, wishing
this wouldn't happen again. What a jackass for thinking that.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Well, there you have it! Yin-yang is complete, except for the epilogue and the alternate
endings. Thanks for reading. I hope this story has inspired you to write your own, or make one
you've written, better.
A couple of things though. If the timing of the song and the fight are a little off, forgive me
as I couldn't make it stretch to a 2:35 read. Alas, my continuity between chapters was a little
shabby. I hope to have this remedied by the sequel. Oh, and that personal code Eric was talking
about, please don't flame me for that as that really does exist. I have a thing about not hurting
women unless my life was in jeopardy because of one.
As I said, I hope you enjoyed this story and I hope you enjoy the sequel.