Alright guys, here's the next chapter of What's Rightfully Mine: Story of Ronnie Anne. And for those of you who already know the killer's identity, the two main protagonists don't, yet. Which is why Sameer will be referred to as the Killer.

'... You know maybe I should've let Lincoln get married to Paige, but then again she's EVIL!' That's what Ronnie Anne thought as she and Lincoln were wandering the streets of LA, it would have been fun if they were not naked and being chased by lucha libre like Jason Voorhees. As they walked down the streets looking for someplace to hide, they can see that this masked killer had been extremely busy. There were bodies littered around, hung from lampposts, wedged between cars and buildings, impaled, one guy's head was mounted on a speedometer. The streets were flooded with blood and guts, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne walked through the aftermath of this psycho's playtime with looks of fear, disgust, and horror.

"Holy shit." Lincoln cringed as he stepped on someone's pancreas, he grabbed Ronnie Anne's hand for comfort. Her smooth and shaky hands the only thing giving him light in this dark time of his life.

"How did all of this happen in so little time, we just found out about this guy one chapter ago." Ronnie Anne wondered feeling nauseous from the gory looking city streets.

"I think it's better this way, no one likes seeing a mass bludgeoning happening. Unless you are a fanfic writer with a very gory imagination, and I should know how fucked up fanfiction writers can be." Lincoln said dully to the camera.

"Let's just focus on how we can defeat this monster, how are most horror movie villains defeated?" she asked.

"I don't know I never got around to that, I was to busy trying not to get nightmares."

"Lame-O, I love you. But sometimes you're pretty hopeless."

"Well what do you want me to do, I have no weapons, no phone to contact help, no sisters! And no pants!" he aggravated.

Just then they felt a bright line shine on them, they slowly turned around to see a large ice cream truck. With the masked killer at the driver seat, honking the horn. He revved up the engine, but turned on the emergency break.

"I think I just peed my myself." Lincoln squeaked.

"You're not alone."

And then, the killer drove straight towards them!

AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH

They barely dodged the oncoming death machine coming at them, they took the opportunity to run straight into a nearby night club. They thought they were in the clear, but the went wide eyed when the truck came back and crashed through the entrance. That they were in front of.

The truck had stopped at the back wall, with the killer stepping out, looking at his prey. On the ground, with tire tracks across their backs and looking seriously hurt. Lincoln was holding his rib cage in pain, having loads of accidents with Vanzilla (the Loud family station wagon) has given him enough to take getting run over without dying, but he was still in shit-tons of pain. Ronnie Anne quickly got back to her feet, adrenaline kicking in when she saw her husband in the state he was in. Her face getting those crazy eyes you see in prison movies, "You think, a little toy car is gonna take me down? I've been through worst, come on!"

The killer took the initiative and slowly and menacingly stride his way to the gutsy woman he knew, breaking apart a wooden stake from a table he broke.

"Come on! You miserable excuse of a horror movie killer, bring it on!" she didn't let up.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Ronnie Anne." Lincoln grunted as he just got to his feet, using his wife for leverage. The killer getting ever so closer to them.

"Trust me." The masked man raise the steak, to strike them. They braced themselves.

BANG

They heard a gunshot, then three more. They saw the killer drop the steak, and dropped to the ground. With bullet holes in his midsection. They turned around to see the one that saved them, and Ronnie Anne gained a relieved smile.

"That's what we in the city call, a typical Tuesday."

"Nikki!"

"Been a long time Santiago," Ronnie Anne's tall blonde friend from when she moved to the city greeted, then she looked down and gained a weirded out look, "And why are you naked?"

The Latina then realized her predicament and covered her shame with an embarrassed blush on her face, "It's a long story."

"Uhhhhhhh," they turned to see a queasy looking Lincoln, who Nikki made out was as nude as her old comrade "What happened?"

"Why is?"

"I'll explain later, who was that guy anyway?" Ronnie asked.

"Lets see." Nikki went over to the fallen killer, she reached down for the mask and pulled it off. She then gasped, which made Ronnie Anne gasped, then Lincoln gasped.

"SAMEER!"

The unmasked Sameer groaned and his wounds started to bleed a little, he then grunted in attempt to sit up. The three jumped back in panic, Nikki held tight and aim for his head. When Sameer got a look at the one who joined his targets, his eyes gained some light. 'Nikki?' he mouthed out. He tried to stand, Nikki holding the trigger, Sameer held out his arm in attempt at pleading her not to shoot. They thought they were hallucinating, but they can see tears rolling down his face.

"Sameer?"

He let out a small whimper.

"Really?" Nikki asked, he replied in small soft whimpers. "Ohhhhh, you poor thing." she cooed and hugged the broken man as she dropped the gun, he return the hug, with a little too much force. She felt her ribs getting crushed.

"What is going on?" Lincoln wondered.

"And what happened to him?" Ronnie Anne asked.

Sameer just held his throat, then made a slitting notion. Nikki told them, "I think he had vocal cancer."

"Vocal Cancer, is that a thing?" Lincoln raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, my great great great grandpa got that. It's just more rare then Easter Sunday on April Fools day. On a leap year. With a hatching of a saccades."

"Dude, why didn't you tell me about this?" Ronnie Anne stressed to her lost ex-boyfriend. Sameer just looked away, sighing in misery and fear.

"I think I get, it was too personally for him." Lincoln suggested, Sameer nodding. "I think a lot of personal things happened in his life, and it caused him to go down a very rough life as a child." Sameer gave him a confirmation nod.

One long, dark, and dreary explanation later.

"Oh man, it was worst than I thought."

"I am so sorry Sameer, you shouldn't have gone through all that shit a such a young age."

"Now I feel really bad about dumping him when he was in a time of need."

Sameer tried his best to explain everything that happen to him since he came to the city, and how he ended up in jail. And to his encounter with their shared enemy Paige. From his dad leaving him and his mom, to his mom having to sell herself for money, how he and his mother were the victims of a rape and rob, everything. He knew the kind of relationship he and his mom had were frowned upon in every corner of the world, and he wasn't very proud of it. But they were the only ones they had at the time, and appeared to be the only ones that they can trust. And he finished it off with the mass murder of a nightclub with him at the epicenter of it, and his vocal cancer was just the icing on the cake of shit.

He just shrugged lowly, Nikki placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort. "Sameer, you should have just said something. We would have been there for you."

"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened that day." Ronnie Anne apologized, "I was just having a very bad day, been through a very horrifying experience, and I took all my anger out on you. Which is not cool. To tell you the truth, I was kind of planning on breaking it off at some point. Just with less yelling and more easy talking, I didn't mean to yell at you, and break your nose."

Sameer just shrugged in understanding, he growled lowly to Nikki.

"Oh you mean Kyle?" Sameer just looked down at the name, she rubbed the back of her neck nervously "Um, we kind of broke up." Sameer then went blank at that.

"Huh?" Linc and Ron wondered.

"It's been three years since I last talked to him, found him cheating on me with a kayak instructor." Sameer was mixed with happiness for his old crush being single, and anger for this Kyle kid for cheating on such an amazing woman to him. With a kayak instructor! That's new.

"Now that guy could use a machete to the guts." Lincoln laughed, the others just stared at him weirdly, "Sorry poor time."

"I just can't believe Paige would send a murderous psycho after us!" Ronnie Anne yelled.

"Yeah, I thought she didn't want her dead!"

"I can tell this Paige girl you speak of is bad new, right?" Nikki guessed.

"You have no idea." Lincoln told her how she left a fake marriage proposal on her own Faceshelf account, and forced him to marry her under the threat of Ronnie Anne's death if he doesn't go through with the wedding. And never file a divorce.

"Dude, that's low."

"I know, now we have to find her. She's got my sisters, all ten of them."

"I think I know a way to help you guys." Nikki said.

"Really!" Lincoln and Ronnie Anne shouted.

"Yep but first, let's get you some pants."

I'm ending this arc here, I got nothing. But at least we got some closure where the killer doesn't end up dying, now Sameer will get the mental help he desperately needs. Until next time, let me know if you want to see another one of Paige's hitmen, or have them go to straight to her.

Later.