Okay, just so you know, this chapter is a little... (puffy kitten runs by) *mew* ...Um, fluffy.

Reviewer Thanks

Frog Disease: Thanks, I'm glad you like it. A movie, huh? *blushes*

starspring: I'm glad I'm better, too lol. Glad you like the new Pin... along with possibly every other girl out there. :)

iluvsummer95: Yep, suspense is quite the booger... sadly, it won't be coming until later *taps foot impatiently, looks at watch* which I don't like too much.

It took me a couple minutes to realize we weren't heading toward town. Pin had led me to a small cabin somewhere in a nearby, grassy field. "What is this place?" I asked him when we arrived.

"It used to belong to my uncle. He was a hermit." Pin told me. "He left it to me a couple years ago when he decided to live in the mountains."

"Ah,"

He built a fire in the fireplace, and then we sat down on the couch. "Now then, I'd like to know what you've been up to these past few years. Anything exciting happen outside Fairytale Land?"

"Not really. Although, I have had these weird dreams..." I told him about my nightmares-- creepy yellow eyes, included-- and how I would tell Bobby about them-- fairytale parts, only. As soon as I had brought up the family, how they took me in and took care of me, I felt my eyes beginning to mist over, so I cut to the part where I found them dead and met Sarah.

Pin listened the whole time. "Wolfie had told me he sent you away for safety. Once I learned that, I joined up with the 12 Hunts-Women for training so I could track down Puss myself. ...I'm glad Sarah had found you, even though I wish they hadn't gone behind my back."

"I hope she kills that cat. ...I don't get it. If he was sent to kill me, why didn't he just kill me? Why did he have to harm them?!" At this point, tears began to well up in my eyes again, but I blinked them away.

"Maybe to draw you out, like Sarah said. ...Sometimes, people hurt people other people like, just so they can crush those people's spirit and make them more vulnerable."

"Like I'm not vulnerable enough..." My voice was quiet, and I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to keep myself from shaking. "Pin, you shouldn't have helped me. Once Puss learns..." I paused, thinking about the horrible thought. "...Once Puss learns you and I are friends... he'll come after you, next..."

Pin raised a knife and sneered. "I'd like to see that shit-head try." he put away his knife then put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm not going to let him hurt you, anymore. ...That's what he did, didn't he?"

I looked into his chocolate-brown eyes. They glimmered, as if they were telling me, Go ahead. Cry. in the nicest-Pin-way possible. That's when all tears broke loose and I rested my head on his chest.

"They were... they were like a family to me..." I whispered between sobs. "...It's like I lost my parents, all over again..." Godmother, I hated being pathetic in front of someone.

But, I didn't feel ashamed this time. Pin wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on top of my head. He didn't say anything-- no "It'll be alright" or "It's okay" or "Let it out"... Because I had doubts that it would be alright, nothing felt okay, and I was already crying enough to flood a bottomless pit! ...It was good.

The only sounds I heard were the crackling of the embers in the fireplace, the sound of my sobs, the ticking of a clock on the mantlepiece... and the sound of Pin's heartbeat as he held me close.

My bawling lowered to soft sobs, though I kept my head on Pin's chest, and he kept his arms around me. He rubbed my back, comforting me, and he ran his hand through my hair once.

The tough girl I once was would have pushed him away and held back her tears if something like this had happened. Though I was still tough, it felt nice to finally unleash some tears and be held in a friend's arms.

Because now, I felt secure after all these years... (especially since Pin had a knife on him!)

I finally stopped crying. "Pin?" I whispered after a while.

"Yeah?" Pin replied, his voice a whisper as well.

"...Thank you." I shut my eyes and fell asleep in his arms.

Pin's POV

I had never, in my entire life, seen Blu cry so much. Sure, she loosened a few tears back in the swamp, but she had wiped them away and replaced them with masculinity. Just like she would do.

But this time, she let all her tears fall as she leaned her head on my chest, bawling. Okay, this definitely wasn't like her...

She must've really cared about that boy and his family... What am I talking about? She just told me they were like her own family! ...Except nicer. So, I didn't really seem THAT surprised when she burst into tears.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me. I wanted to say something, but what was there to say? A killer-cat was after her, and he just murdered a family to break her spirit...

...And I was going to kill him for it. Chasing after her was one thing, but doing such a damned deed to break her down into THIS... It was just plain sickening.

She calmed down after a while, and I rubbed her back. I ran my hand through her hair for extra comfort, feeling how soft it was...

"Pin?" She whispered.

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

There was a pause. "Thank you."

She had closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out softly as she fell asleep. I held her in my arms a little longer, then picked her up, carrying her bridal-style into my room, lying her gently on my bed and removing her shoes.

I took off my hat, cape, and boots and set them at the foot of my bed. Then I put all my weapons in a vault that was built inside my closet, hidden behind a secret door that was made to look like a hanging rack.

My uncle had used it to hide his weapons... and best whiskey.

I took off my utility belt and hung it with my weapons, then walked over to my bed and lied down next to Blu. Lying on my side, I gazed at her, mesmerized by her beauty as she slept.

Then, deja-vu struck, and her arms suddenly wrapped around me as she cuddled close to me. I wrapped my arm around her, then pulled the covers over our arms.

"I promise, Puss will pay for what he's done to you," I whispered. "...And Biggy, too." And I fell asleep, keeping my arms wrapped around her for protection.

Sarah scoured the streets of the city, looking for Puss. He wasn't too hard behind, since he kept leaving behind... little gifts. "Obviously, he's an outdoor cat." Sarah scoffed, finding another 'clue'. "Disgusting."

"You're not so flattering yourself, my dear." A voice said behind her. She calmy, dully turned around and faced Puss. "So, we finally meet, eh?"

Sarah unsheathed her sword. "Less talk, more fight."

Puss shrugged. "Whatever you say."

And the fight began. There were clangs of steel on steel as the two fought, trying to turn the other into a shish-kabob. Puss leaped on top of a dumpster to even his height with the Huntress, but as he jumped she cut his tail off.

"Aiiieeee! I'm a manx!" Puss shrieked in pain and horror, then turned gravely to Sarah. "You shall die for tha---"

*Schliiish!*

The disgusting sound was made as Sarah ran her sword through the cat's body. He gaped in shock, then his eyes rolled back in his head as his eyelids closed, and he fell to the ground with one last "mew".

"See what happens when you talk too much?" Sarah said, sneering as she cleaned the blood off her sword. "I will admit, you were a fine opponent... for a Zorro wannabe."

She turned to walk away, then gasped in pain. Looking down, she saw that the pointed end of another sword was sticking through her stomach. She looked back and saw Puss, standing on his knees, his arm shaking. She kicked back at the cat, then hobbled away, crawling on her hands and knees. Puss lay there, finally dead.

"I must... get back..." she choked, holding her stomach as blood poured out, soaking her shirt. She had to find help.

And fast.

A/N: Like I said, there was going to be fluff... and a little violence. Well, now what shall happen? Please Review... if you want Sarah to live.