Author's notes: back again! Okay, so this chapter is going to have both Stan and Wendy's view point because I have done previous chapters before from their different points so I thought: let's put them together. It makes sense then. Wendy's first then Stan's I'll put a little mark on it. So read on and enjoy…
Wendy managed to lift her head up and saw Stan on his knees. She gasped; no, this can't be she thought. It's all my fault, she felt so stupid for getting caught after all she told Stan about she could look after herself; and a day later she's tied up, stuck to a tree.
I'm like a stupid damsel just like in the movies she bitterly thought and now she's witnessing the boy she loves sign away his life and freedom so that he can protect her. She leaned to the side and felt the rope tug and fray as it slid across the rough surface of the tree.
Suddenly she thought of an idea, maybe she wasn't so helpless after all. She started to slide from side to side as she heard the rope begin to fray and threads snapping, even though she felt weak and tired she continued cutting the rope.
She had to get out and then Stan wouldn't be Jimbo's puppet. Anger flared up inside her as she thought about how the man had used Stan over the years, just to mould him into the perfect killing machine. Not if I can help it, she thought, she continued to move as silently as possible, while she looked at Jimbo standing smugly next to Stan, talking about all the things he's going to make Stan do.
Finally the rope snapped and she smiled to herself. She fell forward from feeling so weak and being tied. She shivered, it was so cold. But she fought back the urge to lie back down and sleep, she had to try this plan, it may save both their lives.
Stan pretended to listen to Jimbo's crazy talk about destroying his enemies, but he couldn't keep his eyes off Wendy, he saw her break the rope by cleverly cutting it by using the tree and now she got up.
Stan jumped at Jimbo and they both rolled to the ground, Stan could fight Jimbo now that Wendy was safer than she was before. They continued to grapple on the ground but Jimbo was surprisingly a lot stronger than Stan had anticipated.
"You're a fool boy!" Jimbo shouted as he elbowed Stan in the stomach, winding him, Stan gasped for breath and instinctively doubled over. Jimbo continued to punch him each blow getting harder. Stan resisted by kicking him between his legs, Jimbo fell over grapping his privates, Stan rolled over and punched Jimbo, and still breathing hard he winded Jimbo.
"Now were even" Stan grunted. He went to punch Jimbo again but Jimbo's hand grabbed his own. The man's head turned and faced him smiling evilly. Stan felt pain shoot to his wrist where he was held and saw Jimbo squeeze harder.
Stan cried out and Jimbo punched him sending Stan falling back a few paces. Jimbo quickly stood up and ran over to the weakened boy; Jimbo picked him up, grabbing Stan by the shoulder causing Stan to wince. He cried out again as he was thrown up against a tree. Jimbo did his famous choke hold on Stan. "You could have been great!" Jimbo's voice echoed around the forest "but you had to waist your talents!" Stan fought against him with all his might but nothing worked. Jimbo leaned closer "and don't worry I'll take care of your girl" he smirked; Stan roared but was running out of energy and oxygen.
"I don't think so" a voice whispered and then rope flung around Jimbo's neck and Wendy appeared. The rope was still tied around one of her wrists, Jimbo released Stan and he fell to the floor gasping for air. His vision was blurring but he could see Jimbo staggering around with Wendy on his back not loosening her grip, he felt weak to move and could merely watch.
Suddenly Jimbo reached back and she smacked onto the ground, she had used up all of her energy and now lay on the floor; failing to move due to fatigue. Jimbo shook and went back to normal, he pushed his hands over her neck and began to choke her again; she was too weak to even fight back apart from feeble hand movements.
Stan tried to stand, he watched the girl he love being killed. She looked at him. Her grey eyes pierced him "run" was all he could make out, Stan staggered forward, but he saw her head lean back her eyes closed, Jimbo stood over the limp body on the floor. Stan looked at her then to Jimbo, seeing the girl he loved motionless on the floor and the man he now hated flared him with an untold fury and adrenaline pumped around his body giving him new energy. Then he lost it…
:'( Umm yea I don't have anything to say to that. It made me sad just to write it. But please don't stop now you're near the end of the tale. So review and read on my friends.