Hey!!! Let me start off by saying: I AM SOOO SORRY THAT I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN SO LONG! BUT MY PC WAS DOWN, I WAS HELPLESS!! I hope that everyone still wants to read my fanfiction. I was going to make this chapter longer but I didn't want to wait any longer to post so I'll have a new chapter up soon I PROMISE!!!

The time we shared
however scattered.
Filling up hearts
forever shattered.
A silent tear
the last goodbye.
A glance of fear
the last reply.
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Shuichi looked up from the floor of the airboat, it's consistent drum sounding throughout his ears. The bonds Rick had tied on his arms and legs left him little room to move. The gag in his mouth had been removed, though this did nothing to comfort the boy. Earlier he had been trying to get free of the bonds and had almost succeeded, until Rick noticed and tied a rope to himself and Shuichi, making sure the singer had no means of escape. Now as Shuichi looked up to his captor he saw that the man looked normal once again, as he had when they first began the tour. Tear streaks stained his face and looking at him made Shuichi almost want to reach out a hand of comfort. But no matter how sad the man was it did not justify killing anyone--especially someone who had been hundreds of miles away at the time and had nothing whatsoever to do with it! In his soul, Shuichi had given up the fight for life, knowing his death to be inevitable. He was comforted knowing that at least his death would have purpose; it saved Yuki from the same fate. If only he had not bugged the writer into coming to Florida, none of this would have happened. Though Shuichi smiled as he remembered the time they had. He was sure that Yuki had opened up more to him on the trip, that their love was just taking flight. He sighed and tried one last time to think of those he would be leaving; His family, Hiro and Bad Luck, not to mention his fans. It just didn't seem fair that he couldn't say goodbye.
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"Hey kid, get out."
Rick's flat voice jolted Shuichi from sleep. The singer looked down to find that his feet had been unbound and he slowly stood up. It was now night, the stinging sun having left to allow the moon its turn to shine down upon this edge of the world. Crickets and amphibians could be heard in every direction. They had stopped at yet another cabin-like building, but this one was different. Artificial light poured out the windows, lighting the porch and nearby surroundings. A very large body of swamp water was behind the hut, stretching out for miles. As the two entered the building, Shuichi in front of the untrusting impostor, the boy saw that there was a video camera and wires everywhere, not to mention a bunch of high-tech stuff. Shuichi automatically knew what his fate would be.
"How do you get a signal way out here?" He asked.
Rick turned to the boy, at first confused. After a moment he smirked and grunted before turning back to the corner where he was connecting wires.
With a wavering sigh Shuichi sat down on the hard, wood floor.

EVERGLADES NATIONAL PARK-NORTH ENTRANCE OFFICE

"Alright Marv, I'll see you tomorrow," a national park security guard called to his coworker as he was ready to go home from an uneventful day. But as he making for the door it burst open, revealing a lone hunched figure.
"I...Shuichi...need help..."

Yuki had run nearly non-stop since leaving the old Indian reservation. For an hour all that had run across his mind was getting help for his lover before it was too late. The trip had been surprisingly easy for being in the middle of a swampland. The writer wasn't even sure that he had been running in the right direction. He had been about to give up, to numbly accept the fate handed out to him and Shuichi when he saw the office they had passed when first entering the Everglades.

"What the...?" The security guard named 'Marv' stood up from his chair, "What happened to you mister?"Yuki looked at the man with a crazed stare, "There is no time for explanations, an innocent life is at stake and I need your help!"

"Now, Shuichi, you just cooperate and it will all be painless. Don't--then, well you'll see," Rick grabbed the boy's hands and pulled him to the wall in front of the video camera. His plan was to broadcast to the headquarters of the Sunshine State Getaway Tour...to show them they shouldn't be killing their customers off. Of course, this was all in the man's twisted view on things. To the Tour it would not prove anything, except that some psycho killed a tourist for a problem that if anything, should be blamed on the airline. Not that any of that mattered--Rick would go through with his plan no matter what, it was all the purpose left in his life.Shuichi was about to sit on the floor when he looked out the window to see the world one last time. His eyes widened as he saw multiple figures dashing about in the dark, signaling to each other and speaking into walkie-talkies. (Shuichi has really great vision all of a sudden!) But how had they found them? There was no way--unless Yuki had come to his rescue, just like in his day-dream! He was about to run for the door, make his escape, and let the authorities handle the rest when a rough hand covered his mouth."Easy there cowboy," Rick had silently come up behind Shuichi. He must have noticed the visitors too.They backed up slowly, Rick turning the handle to the back door so they could exit. He had another airboat ready for something exactly like this, just in case. They made their way down the dock and Shuichi struggled against his bonds, succeeding in only having Rick tighten his grip.If Shuichi didn't do something fast then he and Yuki would never be together again, he would lose his life, everything he had worked for. But as ideas raced in and out of his mind Rick got closer to escape.