Shadows-of-flame: I never said Torn was dead, hun, only that Jak was. And you got Come What May to work? XD SO not the song to be listening to during that chapter XD

Kuro Kin'youbi: Thank you! The grand finale shall be… well… grand! XD

Sull89: Yes, I'm looking forward to writing about Ashelin, this chapter will also be very emotional when she opens the door and sees what happened. Thanks for the lovely review!

Krin: Lol, it is like a Shakespearian tragedy! XD And yes, I sadly removed the lyrics and uploaded the un-lyrical version. I was sad cos the song makes the story, ya know? Ah well, I'll just post it somewhere other then here, ya? ;3 Thank you for the nice review! ;3

Jaklover: Well, unfortunately for Jak, he died before his light powers could be of any help to him. Chapter 3 was such a very sad chapter. ;-;

Em: Last chapter here, guys. I'd like to thank all my reviewers, lol. Thank you guys so much, even though this story is rather short and rushed ya'll still stuck with it, so I thank you! (hugs for all) And on to chapter 4!

Ashelin came to quite quickly after her fall. She heard arguing; Torn and another woman. Keira maybe? She sat up groggily and clutched her head. She heard someone fall and a puddle splash. Heavy booted footsteps came to the door. Ashelin knew it was Torn. She stood up, using the door knob for support. She turned it and swung it open.

As Ashelin opened the door she saw Torn for a split second before two gunshots went off. Torn's eyes went wide and he slumped over. Ashelin caught him before he fell over. Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground, taking Torn with her and setting his head in her lap. He blinked against the rain and coughed. The two bullets were imbedded in his back and blood from the wounds were pouring onto the ground and onto Ashelin's legs.

Ashelin looked from Torn's face to Keira, who was still pointing both guns in Torn's direction and breathing heavily. Ashelin's eyes moved back to Torn's face and noticed his eyes were closed. His breaths were coming at an even pace, suggesting he was just unconscious.

"You bitch! You shot him! Why? WHY!" Ashelin demanded, looking up and speaking finally. Keira's arms were shaking violently as she took a step back. "He killed Jak- that bastard killed Jak! He deserved to be shot. You loved Jak, you should want Torn dead, too!" Keira screamed, her arms no longer strong enough to hold the guns and they fell to the ground with a loud clatter.

"No. No I didn't," Ashelin shook her head, "I loved Torn! I still love him…" Ashelin trailed off. Keira laughed bitterly, a twisted grin on her lips. "Well… it's a bit late for that now, isn't it Princess."

Ashelin searched frantically for something, anything to take her anger out on Keira. Her hand on Torn's back moved slightly and she felt the sheath for Torn's dagger. Slowly, Ashelin slipped it out, keeping Keira's attention on her face. "You didn't have to shoot him, Keira! He would have been brought to justice without your help!" Ashelin screamed. She successfully removed the dagger and Keira turned around to look at Jak.

Ashelin set Torn down gently on the ground and stood up. "He deserves to die. He deserves what he gets after he killed Jak! And you're no better then him." Keira hissed bitterly. "You deserve to die just as much as Torn does! Although," Keira turned around, smirking, "It looks like you're both going to get what you deserve; Torn's going to die and then you'll be totally alone."

Ashelin reached Keira and grabbed her arm before she could turn around again and face Jak. "You heartless bitch." Ashelin said venomously. As she spoke, she drove Torn's dagger into Keira's heart so deep only the hilt was visible.


Keira's eyes bugged out and she coughed. Blood gurgled up her throat as she coughed. Flecks of her blood flew onto Ashelin's face. Ashelin ripped the dagger from Keira's heart and she fell backwards, her body landing near Jak's.


Torn coughed loudly and Ashelin turned around. Torn was sitting painfully on his elbows, his cold blue eyes icier then she had ever seen them.

"Torn…" Ashelin called, rushing to his side. She attempted to hold him up but he pushed her away. "Don't touch me." He spat, glaring at her.


"Why are you here, Torn? Why did you shoot Jak? What happened?" Ashelin was losing it now; Jak and Keira were dead, people she had considered very good friends of hers. And now, the man she loved was dying in her arms. It took this much to make her realize she loved him. Perhaps it was that which made her tears fall.

"Jak stole my life, Ashe. You haven't been as virtuous as you'd like to say; I've seen you with those other men in the bars. But you always came back, you always proved you still loved me. I told you my life was the war and you. The war is over now. And I'd lost you. I have nothing left, Ashelin! I couldn't let him steal my life."

"I never stopped loving you, Torn! I thought I had, but now I realize I never have. Things shouldn't have gone as far as they did, I should have realized it sooner!" Ashelin sobbed, clinging to Torn's shoulder. Torn grunted in pain and Ashelin loosened her grip.

"Yes you should have. And now it appears you're going to be as alone as I was. You're going to suffer like I did."

Ashelin choked back a sob. "What do you mean?" She whispered. Torn smiled bitterly. "I'm not going to live. But you are. You are going to live and feel as alone as I did. You've lost Jak and Keira and you're about to lose me. Now you'll finally know what it's like to lose your life and still be alive."


"You're not going to die, Torn! You'll live! Please don't die!" Ashelin sobbed, shaking Torn's shoulder gently. Torn chuckled. "Don't die? Why not, Ashelin? I have nothing left to live for."

Ashelin couldn't respond. She couldn't find any words to say. She groped for Torn's hand without taking her eyes off his face. He was too weakened, now, to throw her off him. "I'm sorry Torn. So sorry…" She said, kissing his fingertips. He closed his eyes, but his breathing remained rhythmic.

Ashelin looked around for any way to help Torn. She saw a light on in one of the apartment buildings. 'Torn's room… there's a phone in his room…' She thought. She looked down at Torn's unconscious figure and sprang up. She ran up the stairs and burst through the door. She picked up the phone in her shaking hands.

She punched in the number and was speaking almost before the woman on the other line. "I need a medic! NOW!" Ashelin was frantic. She stuttered something awful as she gave directions and slammed the phone down when she was done.

She flew back down the stairs, nearly tripping again. She flung the door open, but as she looked at Torn she knew she was too late. The steady rise and fall of his chest that had given her such hope was gone and his face was paler then the moon. The rain that fell carried his blood away from his body and Ashelin knew he was beyond saving.

She could do nothing but stand in the doorway. The body of the man she loved lay 10 feet from her, and the bodies of two of her friends lay not far from that. On top of her grief of the loss of her friends, she knew deep down that it was her fault.

She doubted her feelings so much that she had to test them on another man when Torn had told her the consequences. She pushed him far enough to kill and now he was gone too. And Keira, who Ashelin had grown to like, was dead by her own hands.

Her pain was over whelming. Everyone was dead. Torn was right, she knew how it felt to be utterly alone, to feel there was no reason to live….

'I have no reason to live… I killed one of my best friend's… why should I?' She thought, her feet carrying her nearer and nearer to Torn's pistols that lay on the ground not far from Keira. She bent down and picked one up. She studied it in the faint light from the moon behind the clouds. She was shaking with grief now as she bent to pick the other one up. Her shaky legs carried her back to Torn's body. She sat cross-legged next to him and took his hand in hers.

"You were right about everything, Torn. I do feel alone… so alone." Ashelin began rocking back and forth slowly. "There was one thing, though. I won't live to be alone for long." She sobbed. Her hands shook harder as she raised one of Torn's pistols to her own head. "I'll see you soon, Torn." She smiled sadly, shutting her eyes tightly and pulled the trigger.

Everything happened in slow motion. She heard the click of the trigger, the rotating of the gears, the explosion of the gun as it went off. She even smelled the smoke. But she never felt the bullet. After a few moments, she opened her eyes slowly. The chamber was empty. She growled softly in anger and tossed it down. She picked up the other pistol.

She could hear nothing anymore; not the rain on the ground, not the wind rustling around her. She heard nothing but her own sobs as she raised the second pistol to her head and pulled the trigger.

Still, her ears were met with the explosion of the gun, but no bullet. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed, throwing the gun against the wall with all her might. Another gunshot went off loudly and the gun clattered to the ground. Ashelin drew her knees to her chest, her hands still clutching Torn's.

The footsteps of the medics filled Ashelin's ears. "No no NO!" She screamed. She looked frantically for Torn's dagger and spotted it nears Keira's body. She crawled on her hands and knees as fast as she could. The footsteps got louder and louder. She dove for the dagger and felt her hand clasp around it's edge.

Ashelin took the grip in her hands and sat on her knees. She shut her eyes tightly and plunged down. "ASHELIN!" Her eyes snapped open as she heard Torn's voice in her head. She looked at her chest and saw just how close she had been to death.

She stood up and a disgusted look crossed her face. She dropped the dagger just as the medics ran around the corner and I her direction.

"Miss Ashelin!" The first one cried. "You're too late. They're all gone." Ashelin said, her voice calmer then it had been before. "How did this happen?" The medic asked. Ashelin gulped. "Torn shot Jak, he was killed immediately. In retaliation, Keira shot Torn twice in the back, but he was alive for a short time after. I stabbed Keira to protect both myself and Torn. Torn died shortly after I called you."

The medic nodded and threw a blanket around Ashelin's shoulders. She just noticed the rain had let up and that she was drenched to the bone. She tugged the blanket around her as the medics tended to Jak, Keira, and Torn's bodies.

Ashelin slipped away from the medics unnoticed. She stopped and looked back at Torn's body before the medics lifted it into the black body bag. She felt a tear slip down her cheek as she turned back around and started walking back to her home.

'Forgive me Torn.'

Em: And, done! Wowwie, I was actually tearing up a bit earlier. So, what do ya'll think of the last chapter of this lil ficlet? I hope it was enjoyable and that ya'll balled your eyes out or at least got close. Haha, I know, I'm an evil, conniving bitch. Get used to it. ;P Seriously though, thanks ya'll again for the reviews! Leave a couple more and if I can think of a suitable one, this story might just have a sequel! Ta dahlings!