Summery; Disclaimer: See First Chapter.

Warning: Strong language, and violence! Blood and gore, oh boy!

This is the LAST chapter for this story! Wow...took me long enough, huh? (sweatdrops) I tried...anyways, it's here! I hope it's what ya all are gonna like! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and gave me suggestions and whatnot for this story - you have no idea how much it helped!

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"That bitch! I'll kill her and rip her fucking throat out!" Kirstin shrieked, and Almetha peered around the doorway as an explosion reached her ears.

"What are you doing?" she asked calmly, and almost lost the composure she had learned as a doctor when she saw parts of an arm laying at her foot. "Kirstin…!"

"He was already dead – the damn whore possessed his body," the Alchemist spat, breathing heavily. She wiped specks of blood from her face and turned around slowly, her furious gaze frightening the older woman. "I'm going to kill her," she said stonily, her white coat dropping to the floor, the discarded item and her green blouse stained with even more of the blood of the unfortunate young man. "I'll kill her with my own two hands, once and for all," the young woman continued, her heeled boots leaving red prints as she strode toward the door.

"Kirstin – wait!"

"You better not try to stop me."

"No – take this," Almetha said, moving forward and pressing something into Kirstin's palm. "It's a charm against danger – maybe it'll help some."

"I don't need help," Kirstin said coldly, but tucked the trinket into the pocket of her long denim skirt, the slit revealing her left thigh, and swept from the building without another look back. Almetha remained in the doorway briefly, gazing with sad eyes at the bloodthirsty woman before her before turning back to the carnage the rogue Alchemist had left behind in her wake.

Kirstin blindly strode through the streets of town, oblivious to the looks of disbelief and concern at her crimson-splattered clothes, her fists clenched at her side and her mind filled with thoughts of her sister and love.

"I should have killed her years ago – like father wanted," she thought, relishing the idea of taking the life of the woman who dared call herself Kirstin's sister. "She'll regret I didn't do it before, because I'm not going to show that fucking bitch any mercy this time."

Her mind firmly set on the path of vengeance, the Alchemist continued her solitary journey, unaware of the glow emitting from the blood on her body.

"She's almost here, so don't fret so," Sarena assured Havoc, who was bound by her alchemy at the foot of a nearby tree, one of the smallest of the forest at nearly eighty-five feet in height. "Pouting only makes you more attractive, dear," she informed him with a smile, and he averted his gaze, praying Kirstin wouldn't be so foolish as to step into the woman's trap. What he didn't know, unfortunately, is that a woman in love is anything but rational.

"I'm going to scatter the pieces that are left of you in the ground and burn it," Kirstin growled, appearing from behind another tree. Her gaze flickered to Havoc momentarily before locking her concentration on Sarena, who was eyeing her younger sibling with nothing short of amusement.

"Oh, you will, will you?" she asked, and pressed her fingers to her cheek. "You'll have to escape first, won't you?"

"What?" Kirstin gasped, and looked down seconds too late to see a transmutation circle dug into the ground beneath her. She let out a cry of pain as a red flash of light enveloped her and pierced her skin in numerous places, and she dropped to the ground bleeding from countless wounds.

"You're not even a match for me, dear sister," Sarena laughed pleasantly, taking a few steps forward. "Even with that power father gave you – you can't even use it! Pathetic…at least I was able to make good use of what I received, didn't I? While you can't even get up off the ground!"

"Wanna bet?" the Alchemist grunted, stubbornly rising to her feet, bracing her hands on her knees. "Sarena…you killed father, and I should have killed you like he wanted. But I couldn't – so I thought I'd let the military handle you. But now…now, you've gone too far. I'm going to kill you with my own hands, and you're not going to able to stop me."

"Promises, promises," the other woman said lazily, waving her hand dismissively. "You see, Kirstin dear, I know your weakness now – and I plan on using it to my advantage." As she finished speaking, Sarena moved next to Havoc and forced his head upward, cupping his chin her fingers. "Such a handsome man…the only one you've ever been able to attract, too. Poor Kirstin," she continued mockingly, "To think your first love is destined to end so tragically."

"Don't touch him!" Kirstin ordered, and Sarena dropped Havoc's head abruptly.

"You're hardly in the position to order me," she laughed, but paused when she noticed the glowing blood on Kirstin's body. "You…you little bitch! You did it on purpose!" she accused, fear crossing her face briefly. Kirstin, breathing heavily, straightened with effort, and Havoc watched in amazement as she closed her eyes as the blood was drawn back into her body.

"I have you to thank for showing me how to use a Stone," Kirstin smiled darkly, eyeing her older sister with the promise of death in her eyes. "Father knew what he was doing when he passed this power down to me, instead of you."

"Father…he was a fool!" Sarena said bitterly. "That damn man – the military should have killed him, instead of letting an experiment of the Stone walk around like a free man! And to think he infused you with the Stone instead of me…It's unforgivable!"

"It's also going to be your downfall, Sarena," Kirstin told her quietly, and her eyes flashed red as she drew her arms to her torso. Havoc stared as a black light shot out from her, enclosing the entire area in darkness. "I told you I'm going to kill you – and I'll do it," she continued, and Havoc realized what was happening.

"Kirstin somehow has a Philosopher's Stone – or a prototype – infused in her blood! That's how she accesses all that power!" he thought, and found his bonds had been severed by her power. "Kirstin!" he yelled, but she didn't even look his way.

"Stay back," she warned, focusing entirely on the terrified woman before her. "Any last words?"

"You should be the one praying!" Sarena hissed, and suddenly lunged, her hands glowing with unused power. Havoc rushed forward, but bounced off an invisible barrier, as did Sarena.

"Remember that when you go to hell," Kirstin told her serenely, and a thick black substance began to crawl up Sarena's body, slowly locking her away in its depths. The woman babbled incoherently as her death drew closer, and Kirstin watched dispassionately as her Alchemy absorbed the woman she had hunted for so long and disintegrated her very core. Abruptly, the darkness disappeared and Havoc found himself once more in the sunlight, and took a moment to regain his senses.

"Kirstin!" he cried, seeing her slump to the ground. Rushing over, he gathered her up and patted her cheek frantically, afraid the worst had happened. "Kirstin…open your eyes, damn it! Don't die…"

"I'm not gonna die, you idiot," she said hoarsely, cracking her eyes open to see him and he noticed they had returned to their normal color. "I'm just…very tired. I used up all that power I had for so long…so much for Alchemy, huh? I don't have much of a future there anymore."

"Kirstin…" Havoc found himself at a loss for words and buried his face in her hair, and she weakly clung to him until she sank into unconsciousness.

"She's sleeping, of course," Almetha told him crisply, as the man anxiously waited outside the room Kirstin was in at Almetha's house. "What do you expect?"

"She'll live?" he pressed, and she eyed him like one would look at an idiot.

"If she wasn't, I'd tell you," she said, and he sighed in relief. "The Philosopher's Stone – a prototype created by the military and fused with her father as an experiment to see how it would turn out – was fused with her very blood by that idiot father of hers. All that power surging through her body for so many years has a profound effect on a person. It stands to reason she'll be much weaker after this."

"And her power? She said she didn't have much of a future in Alchemy anymore," he mentioned, and she nodded.

"The Stone gave her the ability to avoid transmutation circles – and her own power was strong enough on its own. Using it like she did, she completely drained herself of any energy she might have had left within her. It's doubtful she'll be able to transmute anything again."

"Almetha…what is this?" Havoc asked suddenly, and she eyed him sharply as he held out the trinket she had given Kirstin. "This is also a Stone – an incomplete one, but one nonetheless. Who are you? Tell me the truth." He dropped the Stone on the floor, and Almetha picked it up sadly, seeing it was no longer red but a tarnished black.

"You're not as stupid as you seem, young man," she smiled, sighing a little as she lowered herself into a chair. "My name really is Almetha, to be honest. I worked for the military during the Ishbal campaign – with Marcho in creating a Philosopher's Stone, and later in Lab Five with Archer. When Lab Five was dispersed, I took a memento and retreated to this town – as far as my old bones could get me. I used this stone to help in my practice, you see. Marcho was a good friend, and had a rather strong influence on me."

"So…you knew who we were – who Kirstin was?" he realized, and she nodded calmly.

"Of course – Kirstin didn't remember me from Lab Five, which was just as well. We never had much contact, but I knew what her father had done to her. A crime, to do that to a child as young as she," Almetha said, shaking her head disapprovingly. "That young woman was full of anger and fear – but I've never seen her as furious as when she went to get you from that witch's trap. I knew what would happen – I didn't survive this long by being a fool."

"I see," Havoc said slowly, sitting down as well. "You're a conniving old woman."

"I know," she agreed, and they sat quietly for a bit, recovering from the events that had occurred.

"You shouldn't be up so soon!" Havoc protested, but Kirstin brushed him off with a laugh and looked around at the sky with a curious look.

"Everything looks so different now – so clean," she said thoughtfully, resting her hand on his arm. "I never thought the sky could be so clear like it is. I'll have to thank that old bat when she gets back from getting her supplies."

"Damn woman," he agreed. "I can't believe it's almost been a week."

"And I slept through half of it," she laughed ruefully, and her head shot up as several figures approached them from the station. "Havoc…"

"I'm not surprised she brought them," he sighed, seeing Almetha leading Mustang and Armstrong toward the house. "C'mon – we might as well go inside and wait for them to get here."

"You could be both be shot for treason and desertion," Mustang told them sternly, laying their files before them on the table, as they sat opposite him and Armstrong.

"I know," she said calmly. "But I can't even use Alchemy anymore, so technically I'm not a State Alchemist anymore."

"Nonetheless, you deserted your assigned station and disregarded your responsibility to your mission," Armstrong reproached her, and then smiled. "However, we can see you did indeed complete your assignment."

"The scorched hole in the forest is proof enough," Mustang added dryly, and Kirstin grinned sheepishly before he turned to Havoc. "You, on the other hand, have no excuse whatsoever."

"I know," he replied just as calmly as Kirstin, and his superior shook his head in amusement.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he told them dryly, before picking up Havoc's files. With a snap of his fingers, the ash floating down on the table before them was all that remained of Havoc's records, and Kirstin's followed seconds after."

"B-Brigadier General?" Havoc stammered, his eyes wide in surprise.

"Almetha's records are also gone – the fools in the records department misplaced them," Armstrong told them sternly. "As of now, there has never been a Jean Havoc or Kirstin Dewfall in our military, and the Black Widow is a figment of the newspapers' imagination."

"I…I…" Kirstin choked, but Mustang swiftly rose to his feet.

"We have a train to catch – we can't be gone too long," he informed them, and suddenly winked. "Come visit sometime – it'll be pretty boring now that there's no Havoc to bet on anymore. And by the way, Havoc, thanks to you Hawkeye owes me a bundle of money."

"No problem, sir," he grinned weakly, and they followed them to the door.

"You both deserve this, after everything you've done for us," Mustang assured them. "Just don't cause too much trouble, or I'll just have to lock you up for a while to teach you a lesson. This seems like a pretty normal town – a good place to settle in, for a while at least. Somehow, I don't see you two leading normal lives."

"Me either," Kirstin admitted with a grin, Havoc's arm looped around her shoulders. "Thanks for everything, Mustang. I always respected you, you know."

"Yeah, yeah," he waved his hand dismissively, as he and Armstrong turned and began to stride down the street. "Behave yourselves!" he yelled behind him, and they waved in acknowledgement of his warning.

"I guess…it's finally over," Kirstin said, appearing to be in a daze as they turned back into the house. "And I'm free! I'm free from them!" she realized, her daze quickly turning to delight.

"Hey, not entirely," Havoc reminded her, and she looked at him in confusion.

"Huh?"

"Well, ya still got to deal with me," he told her with a smirk, and she gasped in surprise as he pulled her to him and silenced her with a pressing kiss. She returned it happily, and Almetha shook her head from the doorway she was standing in.

"Get a room, if I want to see children before I die," she told them crisply, causing them both to break off and turn bright red.

"Almetha!"

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