Here's chapter sixteen.

If you're wondering when I'm gonna wrap this up, I dunno exactly. I do know I don't have a whole lotta chapters left in me for this particular fic. Hell, maybe I'll come up with a sequel or something, LOL! I've been seriously thinking of that... .

Anyway, happy reading. Plz keep the reviews coming. It's encouraging.

Oh, uh, I apologize if this chapter's a little disturbing- more so than usual- for some.

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Rick quickly stepped out of harm's way and the knife-weilding loon ended up stabbing the blade into the wall. Wow!

Dawn removed her hand from the handle and took a step back. The blonde looked over at Rick, a confused frown on her face. "What's going on here?"

His eyebrows shot up at her tone. What? "What do you mean what's going on-"

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" she asked, looking around the kitchen in disgust and fear.

"Dawn-" he began.

"No. You wanna kill me, don't you? That's why I'm here. You brought me here to kill me," she said, her eyes blazing once again.

"Dawn... it's me. Rick. I've been helping you for the last few months. Try to calm down and think," he said.

She just stared at him. Several moments later, an evil smile began slowly lighting her face. "I know who you are," she said in an eerily calm tone.

"Do you?" he asked warily.

"Of course. I killed you all those years ago and you came back to kill me. Guess what, though? It's not gonna happen, Kenny," she said, shaking her head.

Kenny? Rick frowned in genuine confusion. Kenny? Now she thought he was someone named Kenny... whom she'd killed. Kenny. Suddenly, realization slammed into Rick. Kenny. As in Kenny Greene. The guy she'd gone to high scool with. The guy who'd mocked her. The guy she'd... taken care of. Oh, man. What the hell had made her go off like this? What had caused it? When had it started?

"Because I'm gonna kill you again. And, once again, I'll make it look like suicide. Or maybe not. Maybe I'll just dump the body or something," Dawn said, a serene smile on her face. Then, she sighed and shook her head. "Maybe I'll just let you go this time."

"Dawn, I'm not Kenny. People... they don't come back from the dead," Rick said slowly.

But Dawn wasn't listening. She yanked the knife out of the wall and stared at it as if she'd never seen anything more intriguing in her life. She began softly humming and slowly caressing the silver, sharp blade.

'I should get the hell outta here! Screw all this crap. There's no bringing this chick back. She hit the point of no return a long time ago. I gotta get away from her,' he thought. She continued to hum and rub the knife. He took that opportunity to ease out of the kitchen.

He needed to just hop into his car and leave her here. Rick nodded, then, looked around for his car keys. Nowhere in sight. He cursed silently and hurried over to the couch. He began pulling the cushions up.

He grinned when he spotted them tucked in a corner. But just as he was about to grab them, he was shoved down from the back. Before he could make the slightest movement, she hopped down on him and plunged the steel blade into the side of his neck. He howled and she forced his face down into the couch, removed the knife and stabbed it into his back- twice. Then, she hopped to her feet, turned him over, held a stained pillow over his face and plunged the knife deep into his heart. The flowing, dark red blood made her laugh gleefully. She pulled the knife out and began stabbing repeatedly... .

She was soon satisfied. The blonde stared down at the now still man and the knife lodged in his chest. And the blood. Oh, the blood. It was everywhere. Just like it had been that night... . Some had gotten on her.

"I better go wash up," she muttered. She grabbed the car keys, then, smiled down at the man whose eyes were staring up at nothing. "I changed my mind about letting you go, Kenny. Because I hate you."

Now, to find the bathroom in this place... .

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( A few hours later)

Kim and Jason lay on a blanket on the sandy beach, cuddling and staring up at the star-filled sky. Kim was absently tracing shapes on Jason's chest with her finger.

"The sky's like a painting," she said, smiling. "And just look at the moon. Gorgeous."

"You really like it? I ordered it just for you," he said, fingering a lock of her hair.

She looked up at him and grinned. "Best gift I've ever gotten," she quipped- causing him to laugh. Then, they refocused on the sky. "Jase?"

"Yeah, babe?" he asked.

"I'm not trying to spoil the mood, but... what do you think Dawn's up to right now?" she asked warily.

Jason tensed a little at the mention of his mental ex. "She's probably making someone else's life hell," he said.

"I really hope they lock her up before she hurts anyone else. I don't care if it's a jail cell or a room at the Happy House. She needs to be restrained," Kim said.

"That's for sure. I just keep wondering..." his voice trailed off.

"What, sweetie?" Kim asked gently.

"Well, I don't know if our breakup made her crack up or something else entirely," he said.

"Maybe it was something that happened when she was a kid," Kim said.

"Probably. Well, I don't know where she is or what she's doing, but, one thing's for sure," he said.

"What's that?" she asked.

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you," he said seriously.

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(Tucson)

Dawn was furiously pacing the room in the motel she'd just arrived at a couple hours earlier. She'd just hopped in the car and started driving. The motel had come into view and she'd decided to stay here for the night or maybe a few days.

Anyway, she was glad she'd beaten one of her personal demons again. She couldn't believe he'd actually come back. Well, let him come back again if he wanted. She wasn't worried. She'd get rid of him as many times as necessary.

The only thing on her mind right now was that dark-haired, muscular man. The one she'd been so happy with. The man she was meant to spend her life with. She couldn't remember his name right now, but, she knew he'd been stolen from her. She had to get him back. Nothing else was more important... .

Her eyes narrowed at the thought of the brown-haired viper who'd stolen the love of her life. Dawn couldn't remember the viper's name, either, right now. But that didn't matter. Who cared what her name was? The important thing was that she was gonna die and that was all there was to it.

Suddenly, Dawn's eyes lit up. Now, she remembered the woman's name. It was that slutty, stupid bitch Lana Peters. Yeah. Lana had been her rival since elementary school and she'd always been jealous of Dawn. Or was it really Lana?

'Of course it is! Lana's always wanted everything I had. It's gotta be Lana. But she'll lose to me for good... very, very, very soon,' Dawn thought darkly, nodding.

Yeah. Lana had stolen him. He was with Lana. But not for much longer. Dawn would handle it. The same way she'd handled Kenny Greene... and those other two headaches from high school- Kellie Easton and Cherie Gibson... .

The blonde's mouth curved into a psychotic smile at the memories. Then, her eyes darkened.

'I'm coming for you, Lana,' she thought, now in a crimson haze.

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Yep, it was kinda short. Sorry! I wasn't gonna kill Rick off at first, but, then, I figured: What would be the next logical step in DAWN'S mind? Cya! ;-)