Lisa Gradey, a brunette of small stature, was sitting at home tiredly. Her cousin hadn't shown up like he said he would. Now she was just becoming impatient, the thirty one year old wondered where he could be. He'd told her he had a small matter to attend to then they could go to dinner together.

They were a close pair they acted much like brother and sister than anything else. She loved him because he'd always been there for her and she did the same for him. And every saturday they tried to get together. But he hadn't shown.

Lance was her best friend and she often found herself feeling a bit sorry for his name Lance Lancer, were her uncle and aunt nuts or were they just joking around? He got picked on for his name and often buried himself in books and she got picked on because she was just young and she was never the prettiest girl around.

He always said she was perfect to him. And she always tried to remember how grateful she was for him. In fact she was she always thanked the heavens that he happened to be in her life.

But it was late really late and she was pissed really pissed. Her phone rang and she answered it, ready to deal with him.

"Miss.Gradey?" A man asked his voice was sympathetic. It wasn't Lance.

"Yes..." She answered warily, that tone reminded her of the same call she received when she was twelve and her brother was in a fatal accident

"I'm sorry to have to tell you, this is Amity Police, your relative Lance Lancer was in an accident."

Lisa felt her heart constrict in her chest her breath caught in her throat. "Wha-what kind of accident?"

"The Nasty Burger exploded, he was too close and perished, if it's any consolation it happened so fast he was never aware it happened. I'm very sorry Miss.Gradey."

Lisa had nothing left to say so the officer hung up before her. She stood there tightening her grip on the phone, her knuckles had turned white. How could the only thing good in her life be gone? Did the world really hate her? She went to her living room and flicked on the television.

It was all over the news. Her cousin wasn't the only one who didn't make it. Apparently three teenagers, two were fourteen and the other sixteen, and two other adults, spouses, were killed along with him. That's when she saw who actually did survive, Daniel Fenton. She remembered him, she didn't know him, but she remembered him.

His name had been tossed around quite a lot in Lance's conversations about work. How he'd always worried for that kid since he always was tired and looked battled. She knew a lot about that kid, she also knew that Lance had been at the Nasty Burger to consult the family about his cheating.

Lisa hated Danny Fenton, that cheater lived while all those other innocent people, including his family, died. While she was always a sympathetic caring person she couldn't stand the fact that he'd been rushed to the hospital in critical condition while everyone else were ashes.

Lisa fumed at the television as they reported the story giving Danny a good light. He didn't deserve it, he didn't. A dark wish crept through her mind that left her afraid of herself, she just wished he'd die. Lisa shook it away and turned off the TV and wiped some tears on her sleeve.

A few weeks had passed since that night and she was now standing at the memorial for her cousin and dear friend. They thought it would be a kind gesture to honor the people who lost their lives and could not be buried. They offered to put Lancer up with the Fentons and the other two children but Lisa said she'd like it better if he had his own.

The inscription wasn't going to be 'Gone but not forgotten' like it was for the others. That seemed to obvious. No, Lance loved books he loved every piece of literature that he could come by. In fact he knew books so intimately that he could reference real life to them. Yes, that was his passion, next to teaching, and she decided that this should not be forgotten. Lisa chose one of Lance's favorite books as his inscription.

'Gone with the wind'

It looked so noble carved out each word getting its own line on the tablet. She loved it and she knew he would've too.

She found out the two other kids were close friends of Danny and the rest of the Fenton's. Lace wasn't a friend, although he always hoped he could be someday, he was just the kid's teacher. Her cousin was just guilty by association it seemed as though everyone who came in contact with that little monster paid.

She saw him once while she was bringing flowers to her dearly departed. He was saying goodbye, saying that he couldn't stay anymore, that he was sorry. For a moment she forgot this young boy was the lead to Lance's death and she felt tempted to wrap the boy in her arms as those sad blue eyes leaked tears and his words were choked. But then she remembered why they were both here and she didn't want to get caught up with him.

She wouldn't know that this was the most non-threatening state he'd ever be in. That this broken child would manifest into a horrible blood thirsty beast.

And she would never know that in ten years the damage would be devastating. In ten years her beautiful inscription to her cousin would be reduced to something as shameful as 'Gone.'

Ok while the whole Lancer statue was a rather comical addition to TUE, I still think it was too cruel to be actually true. And I've had this idea for a while now. Yeah I don't know Lancer's name so I decided to go with something weird.