Wow! I can't believe I can FINALLY post this chapter! I wrote this one chapter a LONG time ago. And let me warn you, it's very different. And I don't know if you all will like it. But like I've said before I'm really into this kind of stuff. I've been writing WAY too many cliches and happily ever after lately. So now that I can post the finale to the FIRST story I ever started on here. I can't believe it took me so long. And for those readers that stuck around when I was thinking of stopping this story in general and keeping me writing it. I'm glad I can finally finish it and let you all read the conclusion to the story that has been around for way too long now. XD well don't forget to READ, REVIEW, and ENJOY!

In the ravine, trash was scattered everywhere which included things such as broken liquor bottles, empty cigarette packs, crushed cans formed to be used as pipes, used condoms, and a bunch of unnecessary other samples of trash. There were broken down cars and vans scattered around; with a bunch of broken/ripped up chairs around a bonfire pit. It recently got busted so everybody was steering clear of it until it blew over. But until then, for the moment as the rain lightly was sprinkling, Clare was uncomfortably sitting on the muddy ground; her hands tied to the bumper of an old wrecked up car with white rope. Her lips were duct taped together to prevent her from screaming and had a bandana covering her eyes.

She was struggling to escape, knowing there was no way. Screaming obnoxious grunts that no one could hear. She scuffled her fingers to try and remove her blindfold. She managed to bring it down to the bridge of her nose; examining her surroundings. It was dark but was able to see she was in the ravine. It was weird since the last time she was here; her and Alli were hanging out with Johnny and were talking American literature with Bruce. But she reminded herself that that semi-pleasant memory was nothing compared to the nightmare she was living. Fitz walked into her view. "Why hello princess. You're finally up."

Clare stayed quiet.

"Silent treatment? Not even a mumble?" Fitz amused himself.

She mumbled behind the tape but Fitz managed to hear that she was meaning to say, "Fuck you Fitz!"

"Watch your language young lady! I see one thing you picked up from Eli was his dirty mouth," Fitz continued laughing at his own statements.

She started to wriggle her arms, hoping it would loosen the knot, but all it did was bruise her forearms and wrists. Fitz laughed at her and she cried hopelessly. She mumbled, "What are you gonna do with me?"

"What's that? I don't understand you. Speak clearer," He crouched in front of her so their faces were inches apart.

"Why are you doing this?" She mumbled a little sharper.

"Why?" He rose to his feet and paced back and forth in front of her. "Maybe because, your pathetic boy-toy got me arrested then thrown in Juvie. He's a psycho dude who really needs to learn his lesson."

"WHAT? How?" She mumbled, now they tape becoming a little bit looser. But not loose enough.

Fitz snapped his gaze toward her. "By taking the one thing he loves the most and ruining it." Clare's eyes widened as he made his way over toward her. She started to kick and scream; hoping to hit him, but he managed to hold down her legs by sitting on her. "Calm the fuck down bitch!" Tears streamed down from her eyes. She shut them and buried her face into the rope around her wrists. "I was trying to help KC get to you. But sense he wussed out, I think I'll go back to having you all to myself." He bent down and started to kiss her neck; beginning to unbutton her blouse.

Suddenly, "Clare!" Eli yelled running toward them. KC was on his right, following behind. Fitz jumped up to head toward them. Eli instructed to KC, "You get Clare out of here, and get the cops. I'll deal with this Neanderthal."

Eli stripped off his jacket and tackled Fitz head on, making them both fall on the ground. Fitz grabbed Eli throwing him off and started to punch him. As KC pretty much flew toward Clare, "Don't worry! I'll get you out of this!" He said as he untied the rope. Once it was loosened, it slipped through KC's fingers and off Clare's wrists. She tore off the Duct tape and yanked the bandana off. KC grabbed Clare's wrist, "C'mon! We have to go!"

They ran about six meters away, until Clare pulled her hand from his. "I can't. I have to stay with Eli. I can't just leave him!"

"Clare. That guy's a psycho! Let's go get help. Eli can take care of himself until then." KC argued.

"I don't care! You go get help, please! I'm going to stay and help Eli!" KC gave up, and he nodded. They both ran opposite directions.

Clare made her way back to the fighting grounds as the rain continued to pick up. Eli punched Fitz in his jaw, and Fitz grabbed Eli by his collar and threw him against the van, denting the door. Eli was collapsed on the ground, looking in serious pain. He was cut up from the broken glass he just fell on, and cupping his already injured head. Clare caught her voice from screaming his name. Then, quickly deciding what to do; she jumped on him; starting to choke him. Fitz couldn't breathe, and could feel the blood rushing to his head as her grip around his throat tightened.

He wobbled weakly over by the picnic table; flipping her off his back and onto hers on top of the table. Her breath was knocked out of her, and she felt searing pain rise up her spine, and through all her limbs. Eli struggled to get up, "No one hurts the girl I love and gets away with it!" Once on his feet he charged for Fitz. Clare's head dangled off the side of the picnic table, and dazedly watched Eli confront Fitz.

Eli raced his way toward Fitz. But that's when Fitz slipped his switchblade out of his pocket and swiftly turned around when Eli was about to pounce on him. The knife plunged into Eli's abdomen. A loud gasp of air escaped from Eli's lips. As Clare screamed, rolling over ignoring the feel of the pain. Eli's eyes were glazed over, mouth hung open slightly, and his entire body was lightly shaking. He could feel every ounce of blood in his body rush through his veins, as his shirt got wetter and wetter. Every millisecond seemed like a life time.

"This time I didn't miss," Fitz grunted as he yanked his knife out of Eli's front. His hands covered in his blood. Eli fell to the ground, grasping his stomach; but his eyes wouldn't stay open. "Now I'm finally done with you." Fitz started to walk off and Clare leapt to Eli.

She tucked her knees under his upper body, and removed her shirt to hold pressure on the wound. "Don't worry Eli. Everything's going to be alright." She cradled his torso, still trying to keep pressure. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"-she screamed, then mumbled as she rested her cheek on the top of Eli's head-"I hope KC got help quick." Eli's eyes closed, he couldn't fight it anymore. But he was still breathing, but it was slow. When she noticed, she whispered to him in a broken voice. "Eli! Please. Please hang in there. I am so sorry! I love you Eli!"

Her tears continued faster and faster. She could barely breathe on her own because of her crying. She tried to scream for "help" again, but it just came out in a screech. She couldn't believe that this was all happening. She flashed back to every good memory they shared: from when they first met, screaming at their bench, first kiss, first date, spending the night at his place, their amazing night after the masquerade. How could such an amazingly pleasant memory, lead to this horror filled situation? She kissed the top of his head again, but not pulling away; just stayed like that.

Fitz grabbed the white rope that he tied Clare up. He stared at the loving sight before him; slowly walking up to them. "I'm sorry Clare," he whispered. She rose her head up slightly; unsure of what she had just heard. Then the sound of sirens in a far distant sounded and a feeble smile grew on her lips. "Everything's going to be alright. I love you Eli." Till, the rope fell in front of her, hugging her neck. She reached for the rope trying to stop it. But couldn't. Fitz's blood covered fingers smeared across her neck as he held the rope so close. She choked on her air supply, gaging on her own screams. Eli's eyes twitched open to see a blurred vision of Clare suffocating. He said with a faint breath, "Clare…"

Clare's body became lifeless and as soon as her arms fell. And gravity took over her body. Fitz pulled the rope away running off again. Clare fell forward, so that she lay on Eli's chest. Her damp curls setting in the blood soaked shirt of hers. Both of their eyelids fell, leaving them to stare into the face of darkness for eternity.

Yep! I'm a tragedy freak! This wasn't my best writing. I wrote it when I was really just "losing it". So it's not constructed well I think. But I don't know. What do you guys think? I'd really appriciate your reviews! Whether you loved it, or you want to kill me for killing Eli and Clare! I don't care! Feedback is my best friend! ha! Well, for this being the first story I EVER started on here, it's weird to think I'm actually done with it. WOW! Well I want you all to know, how much I appriciated you all for sticking with me, reviewing, reading in general. Thank you very much! I love you all! :*(^_^) ~Eli