So this is the last chapter. I hope that I have done justice. Just know that I have enjoyed everyone's support so far. I love this story, and I'm glad to see that it has come this far. Thank you, and that is all.

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Chapter 17: Undone

Fiona.

Takes a fox to know how to ransack the place the way she did. But to be quite honest, as I assessed the damage, it really didn't look like she took anything. Rather—and I feared this conclusion the most—it appeared like she was trying to make a point.

Ugh! The bitch! I groaned, marching around the apartment in an effort to cool down my frustration. But it wasn't helping. At all. What the fuck was her problem?! I scoffed in disgust. I'd never felt so violated in my life.

I mean, how the hell did she even get in? I spun around in a perfect 180 out of the apartment. Lifting my outdoor mat and opening the floorboard compartment, I was surprised to see that my spare key hadn't been touched. I rose up from my crouched position before scratched my head at the perplexity of it all.

If she didn't use a spare, and if she didn't—I scanned the door to see if there any marks indicating assault—break in, then how the hell was this even possible? I contemplated it a little further before I sighed, coming to the ultimate realization.

It was me.

In all of my excited bliss to go see Scourge I had forgotten to lock the door. Here I was, thinking of the absolute worst because Scourge wouldn't answer his phone when I couldn't even lock the door. God, I hated doors...

But speaking for the condition of this apartment, something told me that I had more important things to hate. Starting with that villainous vixen.

She went too far this time. This bitch threatened me for the last time. And if you thought that maybe Fiona didn't do it, and I was merely jumping to dangerous conclusions, I found my second note of the day, addressed to me from her, laying flat against my counter-top.

Oh great.

Unfolding it with a scowl on my lips, I wasn't surprised when I found myself scoffing at its contents.

Payback's a bitch. Isn't it, bitch?

XOXO Fiona

I crumbled the paper in my hard, irritated hands wondering—desperately wondering—why the hell I couldn't have peace. What were all of my other friends in relationships doing right now? Probably enjoying each other.

Me? I was still alone, and continuing to fight off the aggression of some bitch who just didn't get it. Sure, it was coming to my attention that maybe I had stolen her 'man' similar to the way I felt Sally had stolen Sonic from me, but what could she do? You can't make someone love you, and just because she was with Scourge first didn't mean that she would be with him in the end.

And although I wasn't promising that I would have my fairy tale ending with him, I didn't see the point of fighting something that wasn't meant to be.

I had done that before, and I couldn't stop wincing at how stupid I was for the past ten years. And I wasn't going to be part of a new age of foolishness on Fiona's part.

No sir.

That girl was Eris, poisoning my life with her relentless chaos. And I was sick of people giving me unpleasant things I didn't ask for. Not to mention the fact that she bolted her disgusting self in here, trying to make me feel shame...

Well, two could play that game.

I breathed out, trying to calm my rustled spirits. Pulling my purse over my shoulder, I curled my fists and evaluated this bothersome situation. I thought the war between the two of us was over. But apparently she was begging for another battle.

And even though I wasn't particularly game for another fight, I knew I had no other option. I had to take the bitch down.

Once and for all.

Driving out of the parkway I knew that it was time to bring forth justice. Fiona was stepping way out of bounds. After all, she was rejected. She had a proper let down and any dignified person would have let it go. Hence it being a let down. And now that I think about it, at least she had one. I was the one who felt that a guy loved me romantically for a decade. It wasn't the brightest part of my life, but I had finally found the light. And now here she was, raining all over my parade-

Just who did she think she was?! Scourge LOVED me. And I know what you're thinking. We've only been in a relationship for a few days now and I had no absolute proof other than the fact that he said so. And words didn't necessarily sum up actions.

And I realize that I may also sound like a teenaged girl professing her love to a guy who would never reciprocate. Like the naive Amy of yesterday. But what about today?

I drove further, passing at least four intersections until I don't know what, maybe it was the opaque like darkness that conquered this air of trouble or the fact that I seemed to be driving nowhere in particular...but the realization hit me like the whore I was trying to find.

I had no idea where the wicked bitch lived.

Stopping for a moment, I parked in the lot of a seemingly vibrant 24 hour mart, as it's red and blue neon sign reflected on my windshield. But alas, it wasn't the sign I was looking for. Lousy universe. I let my hands drop to my sides as I heaved out a sigh of frustration.

She couldn't be that hard to find, could she?

But maybe it wasn't a matter of where she could be, but the fact that I probably wouldn't want to go there any way. She was probably at some trashy bar wasting her life away or at a strip club doing what she knew best. The slut...

However, it was coming to me now that the only place I had ever seen her in was at Scourge's place. But I was just there, and something told me that she wouldn't return there after what she had done to my apartment. Or the way Scourge told her off. Still, I didn't really know her. And what I did was already too much.

But knowing her terrible character, maybe she just didn't care. Even when I was in his house she was awfully defiant to my presence, probably because I wasn't an essential part of her equation that equaled Scourge. After all, if she was there all the time, wouldn't that give her an upper hand? Even when Scourge was with me, he'd essentially be coming back to her, now wouldn't he?

I shook my head. No. Ruinous thoughts would get me nowhere. But the note, that rested crumpled in my purse like overlooked, crucial evidence, brought up three questions.

What was Fiona really trying to get at?

Was there any truth to those written words?

Where was Scourge?

The third question was not a direct inference from the note at hand, but he was important in this. I mean, I knew that Fiona had a problem with me even without bringing his name into the mix. But now that it was, and now that I had him, of course she despised me beyond repair. It's like I said earlier, to some extent I sort of just waltzed in and supposedly stole 'her man'.

And I know how that feels like. It sucks. That's why I resented Sally for the longest time. But we're all adults here. We're capable of dealing with heart beak and breakups. You simply pick up the pieces and hope that they heal back properly.

I thought of reasoning with her. But there was no way that she didn't realize this herself. And if she couldn't bring it to herself to stop bothering me as some sort of mechanism to show she's on top or some bullshit like that, then there really wasn't much I could do.

Besides, I didn't want to be doing anything with her. I wanted to be with Scourge right now, but apparently the universe was still testing me. And I wasn't as patient as I'd like to be.

I felt like I was at square one again. What the hell do I do now? I was tired. It was late, it really was, but I had no desire to go back to a vandalized home. I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel in modest contemplation. I suppose checking by Scourge's place one more time wouldn't hurt, right?

So I continued on, hoping to reach the end of this unsatisfactory story with my sanity intact. And to think, the world would become just a little bit brighter if Scourge could just be at his house like he promised.

Again, I was left in the dark.

I walked up to his font door taking in the soulless glass eyes of his house. I wrinkled my nose in dissatisfaction, taking in the unresponsive outdoors for the second time this day. Until I heard crickets chime in the moonlight. I sighed. Okay, this was becoming a bit sad. True, I was sad, but I was tired of this scavenger hunt. Especially since I had turned up with absolutely nothing.

But when a mild evening gust flew past me and I heard a paper crinkle against the door, my heart shot up. Maybe I had given up too soon. Examining the piece of paper attached by tape to the green door, I proceeded to rip it off, eager—yet not so eager—to read its contents. So far I was one to one with good and bad notes. I was hoping this would break the tie.

Scanning it with a squint in the moonlight, I was surprised to say the least.

Just in case that other note hadn't phased you, here's something that will.

By the time you read this, we'll be long gone. And don't worry, I can assure you that the things I got from your apartment will be put to good use. Thanks, I guess you're not completely useless. Still annoying though. Anywho, don't worry about Scourge. I'll keep him nice and safe. Don't know when we'll be back so don't wait up, Pinkie. Just fuck off. It's for your own good. But then again, I don't care about that, do I?

Fiona

P.S Have a nice life, bitch. I know we will.

Come again? What was this, a blast from the past? Leaving all these notes around, I bet she thought that she was being really crafty, trying to toy with my emotions. But I was better than that. I couldn't be reduced to a sobbing, shell of a girl by her ugly words, and her even uglier sense of humor.

In what world would I believe her outright lies?

It was a confession of her delusion, and although I will admit that I didn't know where she was or how to find her, I knew that there was no merit to her claims.

I had Scourge. And she didn't.

Those were the facts. She needed to get them straight.

And although I'll also admit that I had no idea where Scourge was either, letting her words seep underneath my fur would be a confirmation of my insecurities. That she was winning. But I was a logical person. Well, somewhat. Either way, I couldn't believe what didn't make sense. I could never fear Fiona or her foolish tactics.

So that's why I went home. I had no one that I had to chase, and freaks like Fiona were more talk than challenge. And it took everything I had from not challenging her further. Although it's safe to say that the only reason she was safe right now was because I didn't know her location. She was a lucky fox.

I, on the other hand, was not so lucky. I had to clean up a mess I wasn't responsible for, and went to bed, trying to dream peaceful thoughts in the wake of a rather disappointing day. However, I was finding comfort in breathing in Scourge's consoling scent that still remained on my pillow than actually sleeping.

But I was secure. I would talk to Scourge tomorrow. I know I should have tried to report what his evil ex-girlfriend did to my house but I didn't want to appear like it bothered me. Like she bothered me.

Besides, I was secure. I didn't know why I was repeating myself, but I decided that it was only further confirmation that I was. I was. Even if my assurance was only on a shallow level. But it was there. And that was all I needed.

Naturally, I wouldn't mind Scourge being here too, but maybe I was a bit too boy crazy. Calm down and get some sleep, I'll see him in the morning, I assured myself, closing my eyes and trying not to feel restless. And if I don't, what do I do then?

Even though I was really promising to be less desperate, I had no answer to that question.

Morning.

It took long enough, but it was 9 am—official morning time—and I was hoping that today would end on a brighter note than it did yesterday. Stupid notes, I shook my head, trying to block out those words and thoughts Fiona wanted to stab repeatedly into my brain. But I fought back.

I hopped out of bed and picked up my phone on my night stand. I peered at it delicately in my hands. No calls or messages from Scourge. Three from Blaze. I frowned before releasing a yawn and walking to the bathroom. So far things weren't looking particularly good, but I wasn't going to jump to any tragic conclusions. However, it did kind of feel like I had a dismal day ahead of me.

Of course, this was the Antagonistic Amy in me speaking. Just because my boyfriend hadn't called didn't mean that the world was ending. But it was my first real relationship, so maybe that's why it felt like it was.

I mean, how hard was it to call your girlfriend? I started to brush my teeth bitterly as I thought this through. So he gave me a note. Great. But I had no flipping idea where he was and it just seemed a little off to me that I was able to keep a better eye on him when we weren't an item.

However, maybe because we now had an official romantic claim on each other, he didn't feel like he had to be in my space all the time. It was reasonable, I guess. After all, if we were in each other's faces all the time we'd get sick of each other. Although I didn't see that happening, that didn't mean it couldn't. After all, he was in a relationship with Fiona. I fought the urge to cringe. But it only proved my point.

And if I couldn't know where he was—like the clingy girlfriend in me was practically demanding to know—I at least wanted to know how he was. Was he even okay?

With the psychotic vixen running around, who knew what she was up to? Saying that they'd be "long gone" and it be for my "own good" not to be in a relationship with Scourge...I didn't know what to make of it. I would have gladly dismissed her words completely, but every lie tends to be sewn with a thread of truth. And I simply had no idea what to consider and what to completely disregard.

I needed answers.

Dressed, and visibly ready for a rather unplanned day ahead of me, I knew that I had to do something. I might have preferred him calling me, but since it apparently wasn't going to happen, I had to take over.

I dialed, and brought my cellphone to my ear. A patient wait later and the call went to voice mail. Call me optimistic in the most twisted way, but the fact that the phone actually went to voice mail instead of not picking up at all, filled me with a pathetic amount of joy.

I decided to try my luck again.

I waited again, my ears twitching at the presence of static. Static? He had to be on the line!

"Amy?" I heard his voice call out, slightly above the bumbling noise in the background. I nodded rapidly as if he could hear me. Silly, I know. But I was overjoyed. He was fine. I was fine. We'd be fine...

"Yes, Scourge," I replied with a smile, feeling my over-zealousness wearing off as the buzzing grew louder over the phone. "Hey, where are you? Everything okay?" But I had no doubt in my mind that everything was okay.

"Rosie..." he said, as I made a conscious effort to listen closely as I clamped the phone harder to my ear. "I can't see you... leave me alone..."

"Scourge?" I shot out, not completely sure what he was getting at. Was it the static? Was it cutting up his words? "Scourge-"

"It's not you...don't come looking for me..." he interrupted, continuing on, "trust me...it's better this way...Just know that I-"

The line cut off.

What?

I can't see you? I stood there, taking in his hurtful words. Unable to blink. Unable to respond.

Leave me alone? It's better this way?

It was as if the world dimmed as I frantically searched for the light. Some light to his words—kindness at the very least. He had to be joking. I'll just call him back. Maybe I was misinterpreting everything again-

No, I was tired of playing dumb. A chill ran through my body as I absorbed this frigid letdown.

He dumped me. Why? Burying my face in my hands, I was trying to breathe. I was trying to make sense of these words he said when they didn't make any.

"Just know what?" I croaked, my throat tightening and boiling with anger and shame as I held in my tears. That he loved me? He used me? I was forced to lean against the wall for support. I didn't want to cry at my unfortunate sob story. Not again.

But there was static, and I couldn't hear him that well. Maybe I did misinterpret something. But I knew what static meant. He was far away.

Don't come looking for me...

I closed my eyes, sliding to the ground with my tears.

He was with Fiona.

I clenched my hands into angry fists, knocking them against the wooden floor. "No..."

For the second time in my life, my heart was broken. I just didn't imagine that it would be so soon to the first time. Or that it would hurt so much.

I choked on my sobs in a silence that I knew too well. I was alone again and I didn't know why. What had I done? But love?

I didn't want to blame myself, but it was my fault too. I lived a life of desperation and unreciprocated love. I had to stop fooling myself. Of course this was bound to happen. How could I be happy like the rest when the world was so bent against it?

Scourge wasn't a man. And apparently I wasn't a woman worth loving. And I wanted it to change. Now. But it was nothing new. I never got what I wanted.

Clearing my eyes of tears, they still remained puffy as I rose from the floor. I hated being pathetic. At least more so than I already was. And here I was, forced to lament again. And probably again, because I was a fucking masochist who could never learn her lesson.

So I ran. Outside.

I took in the gray sky above me that told me that this was my punishment for getting comfortable with the idea of love and other feelings that were forbidden to me. I was a peasant and love was a luxury that I had stolen. Now the universe was taking it back.

And the universe was expansive. As I stared out into the horizon, noting the buildings and cars passing by with somber eyes, I knew that even if I wanted to forget Scourge's cruel words and make him come back, the problem wasn't that I didn't know where he was. The problem was that he didn't want to be found. And I that was the final blow.

That's it.

I'm done.

I don't want to live anymore.

Somehow I continued on. Somehow I stumbled here.

And I hated myself for it.

"Amy?" Blaze called out in a gasp, before stepping into the very outdoors she seemed to want to reject, her worried cat eyes staring at my damaged body. If she looked close enough, she'd see that my soul was in worse condition.

"What happened?!" She looked at me in a desperate, but somehow superior confusion as I blinked my swollen eyes, unable to soak in her stares of disbelief. This is what she wanted, right? Something to be concerned about? Someone to pity?

Well here I was, Mobius' most pathetic excuse for a living being. Good for her, because she was always right. There had always been something wrong with me even when I thought I was happy. With Scourge. My nose flailed, my lip quivering. Scourge.

I clenched the letters harder in my hands, crushing the life out of them, like the spoken words that crushed the life that I once knew out of me, as I tried not to break down in a sob right there on the spot. Not again.

"Blaze," I sniffed, trying to hold my broken self together. I'm sorry.

"We need to talk."

Fin.

And this is where we leave off. For now.

I feel satisfied with this and excited to continue on with the sequel. Hope you all enjoyed it. I'll be back soon, and we can chat more then. Have a happy day. And may the odds ever be in your favor. lol. :)

~Kosma Bandra