"I see you've all lived." Gallows dropped Clive right on the ground.

"Hey! I may be sleepy…but that doesn't mean I don't feel it." Clive remarked bitterly. "Ugh…what happened to him?"

Sakura looked away from the young man she was bandaging up. "I-"

She tugged hard on the bandages stopping Adven's remark. "He got dealt worse than you. Let's leave it at that."

"O…K." Clive yawned.

"Hey, wait, you may want to use this provisional pack that Virginia gave us before bandaging him up." Gallows took up a bag and searched it quickly. He pulled out a bottle of vodka and a package of marshmallow birds. "What…was she thinking?"

Sakura grimaced. "I'm…hoping she wasn't thinking." She sat there a moment. "Okay, give me the vodka. Maybe it'll help Adven's wound."

"What about your own?"

"Mine…is fine as it is." Sakura took the bottle ignoring the fact her foot was shot. She was fine as it is. "Uh…Adven…this will probably hurt."

"I'm sure it-" She poured the alcohol over his wounds and he let out an insane sounding yelp of a little girl. "How can THAT hurt more than bullets?"

They all looked at him and sighed collectively. Aside from Clive who had started to drift to sleep. "So…what do we do now that you're the only one left to help Jet?" Sakura wondered.

"We don't help him." Gallows simply remarks with a grin.

She almost screamed, but bit her tongue. "You mean he's on his own? You'd really do that?"

Gallows lost his grin. "He's on his own to as much I know. I hate that fact." He took up a few of the marshmallow birds and consumed one whole. Swallowing it right away. A real pig. "I trust that Jet wouldn't let an old man kick his ass. It's disgraceful for his reputation. And…I would make fun of him for life for it." He swallowed another one, but chokes on it. That should teach him to chew. Still…his coughs died down. "Anyway…that's all I can do for the guy. If you believe in him he will win. His will to protect something can be strong sometimes. Sometimes enough to make him win."

"Pheh." Adven scoffed as his tears died down. That vodka on his wounds was horrible. "It's a stupid thing to say that we should believe in that arse." He snorted. "Haven't we been trusting in the bastard to do the right thing from the beginning? Why start now?"

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The room at the top fell silent. Dead silent. Jet took a loud step into the room. It was silent enough. Finally he came to a stop just at the true entrance to the room. Before that he had only been at the door. Watching a man of power and malice standing before a hurt woman with tears.

"It…was okay that you lied to me." Jet began with a cold voice. Even colder than any other voice he ever had before. "Okay to steal the Twilight Key from me." He took a silent step. "It was fine that you had Ranchel beat the crap out of me in that alley to get it." Another cold step. "It was okay to pass judgement on me." Jet came to a stop with an enraged placement of his boot. "I will NOT stand to see you harm that woman though!" Jet's glare broke the silence.

"How can you attack a woman who had been at your side for so many years?" Jet barked. "A…woman…who loves you."

Frank spoke his first words. Not words. Just a terrifying laugh. "This woman…does not love me." The man decreed. "I know that much. You should do your homework before making such accusations." Sandra closed her eyes tight.

Frank gave a hearty chuckle. Staring right at Jet's eyes that now held the only malice. "I've been waiting for you boy. This has all been about showing up that dead-man Elliot Enduro." A sense of accomplishment on his face. "I can finally show my superiority to the family Enduro, even if Elliot is long-gone."

Jet shook his head in disbelief. An unamused chuckle in his throat. "I just don't see what motivates you. You love my apparent mother?"

It was then that Sandra stood upward. No one had noticed that. "That is what this has been about." She declared. "You have always loved Saru, Frank. And…you think you will always love her." She let out a chuckle. A mocking laugh. "You don't love Saru at all! You did…when you met her. But…that love you had for her has become quite corrupted and now it is only an obsession." She let out another scoff as she turned to Jet. "Isn't…Jet being here proof enough that you should have forgotten about her long ago?"

Frank's brow twitched. He moved for her with his palm open, but was sent flying to the floor as Jet landed where he had been standing. A Lion's Rage Punch to the older man's chest being the cause of what had happened.

Jet stood there with a glare on the slowly rising man. "Didn't I warn you against hitting this woman?"

Sandra began to cry again and Jet let out a groan. That was annoying him. Why did women have to cry? "I…love Frank. I love you Frank. Who are you to tell me I don't?"

"I have always…loved…you….and…I…have been by your side for all of these years…loving you…always." She wiped her eyes thinking it could stop her tears. She thought she was out of them earlier, but not anymore. "My…love for you is true. Not the sort that you have for Saru, Frank. Not at anytime at all. You had a crush on Saru. You were obsessed with her! I…LOVE you!" She shook her head free of the tears. "It's something totally different than what you have for her."

She took a heavy breath as Frank was now on his feet staring at her. No emotion to his. Neutral. Her words trembled on her lips, "Even though…I love you…I will have to choose like she did before me and go with the Enduro, with Jet, because I finally see…just who you are. The monster that is Franklin McCoy."

"I can't believe I ever loved you!" She could not look at him any longer. "Even now…when I love you still…and it's that love for you…that makes me side with Jet now. Because…there is only enough love in your heart to love yourself. I…was a fool to believe you could actually love another."

Sandra took one step for Jet. The gray haired man waited for her. Neither was watching the man who they both are now against. If they had…maybe Sandra would have made it to Jet.

Instead she is run through with his foil. The foil he named 'Northern Wind'. Jet was shocked the moment he saw it come through at the spot at the upper abdomen. Somewhere near the ribs. As she stumbled to the side and the weapon left her body Frank kept his focus on Jet.

"There is no room for people like her. People who are just like any who share the name of Enduro." He simply stated. As if it justified his actions. "Now…it will be you boy, who dies. That will free me from the demons that haunt me. The memories of Saru will end with the boy she sired."

Jet looked away from him to the woman who leaned against the metal wall. She had shown no pain whatsoever. She simply slid down it and onto the floor. A trail of crimson left behind along the wall. Jet simply moved to her side. Frank was not as important as the woman with the wounded stomach.

She looked to Frank's head. "You must think I'm stronger than you thought, Frank?" She chuckled. "I won't cry or show any pain…though you've ripped my heart from me." She looked into distance. Not really finding the two men important. "I can see why you were never loved. You are a killer. A cold man. And…despite that…the only thing I've ever wanted was to live with you forever, and…have you say that you cared for me…even if it's a bit, but you never had." She closed her eyes. "I wonder if you ever looked at me like a woman? You never did compliment me or thank me. I was just used."

This was the worst part of the conversation. One that may be her last. She had the worst urge to let out some tears. "I-I am a botanist." Her voice wavered. "A scientist." Her lips trembled. "A lonely woman."

"It was some…time…ago…that I began expanding on all those fields…you'd be am…amazed…at what I developed."

"You've…killed my child."

Frank did not move. Jet couldn't move. And Jet had no clue what she was talking about as well. These are two people who never even hugged (possibly even at that shook hands). And this is a woman who loves only Frank. So…naturally a baby in her womb made no sense. Still…Frank had attacked…at the area that would…be near the area in which a baby would be…housed.

"I've…developed a process I call…artificial insemination. I won't go into…it all." She looks to the floor. "You…killed…my child! You…killed YOUR child!"

Jet could swear he saw Frank flinch even if it be little. Still…Jet may have been seeing something that was not real. She gave a deep breath. She had trouble with her breaths. "I used…your semen. I'm…not…going into how I got it." She placed one hand to the ground as her wound set in. She was weak. "Because I love you."

Jet…was not sure what to do now. Save her? Was she dying? He had no clue? He was not a doctor or anything! Still…he had seen Franklin McCoy practically kill the only person in his life. Frank finally turned to them and Jet stood up and met the glare.

Some muttering from Frank that no one heard. "You…know it's your fault it's come to this…Enduro." Jet balked. What was this man muttering? "It's your fault that it has come to this!"

Jet let out a chuckle. His hand to his head. A shake in his head. "Some reason…it's only now that I realize how crazy you truly are."

"Jet." Jet let himself look to Sandra one last time. "Don't kill Frank…no…matter what he's done. Just make him…Frank again. Bring back…the…man that I could lover again."

Jet shook it off and looked to the man with the moustache with the sheathed foil in hand. Jet had moved from those two and entered the main of the room. Emptier and better for what he knew was coming. He was going to have to fight this man, and he was not going to let it affect the woman on the sides. He was worried though that Sandra would not get the help she needed. She would live. It wasn't a fatal wound. But all wounds are fatal if left alone for too long.

"Running away boy?" Frank chuckled and ran into the room. "You will die boy, and so will the legacy of the Enduro family with you." Premonition, or insane arrogance?

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AN: Okay…uh…next chapter…is the last TRUE chapter. The last scene. The last battle. After that…just the long epilogue/closing to this story. So…let's see…how this will go out. Frank is one insane guy. His life isn't how he wanted. He's obsessed with beating Enduro. And he's obsessed with Saru. Still…what's going to happen I don't know. It's not written yet. If I hadn't pulled myself from writing that other fanfic this chapter wouldn't have even been written. I really have a lot of faith in this next story. I…just hope more than one person reads that one. If I put so much in I like to have more than just a finished product I can be proud of sometimes. I haven't really tried enough with NDS and this story. A few of the recent stuff I've tried a bit. Maybe…you notice how my style changed a bit. Whatever…I'm just stressed from my final tomorrow and the fact I have to write all of the twenty journal stuff for English that I never bothered to do during the past term. I'm so stupid about how I handle school. Funny how it always works out for me though. Thank you osmosis! Absorption of info as I sleep.