Okay! As promised, here is the much awaited chapter in which Jet dies a bloody gruesome death! Thanks for his demise go to: Vampire Note (I've been planning since your suggestion ;) ). And the kick ass line about payback is all thanks to MasterJ633. Thanks guys! I couldn't do it without you!

I was not in a good mood the next morning. For some reason I had murderer's writer's block! Why couldn't I decide how to kill Heather or Rachel? I mean, this was simple, there were a thousand ways to die why couldn't I just pick two? Deep down I knew it was because I wanted to make a statement to Jet and nothing seemed dramatic enough.

Sid was suspiciously absent which, for some reason, just ticked me off more. What was with the sudden disappearing act? He had been my constant companion since that day at my stepfather's grave and now poof! Gone without a word. Just when I needed him. Stupid Shinigami. I felt abandoned and alone for the first time since he had popped into my life demanding his stupid Death Note.

School was one gigantic boring blur of unrelieved boringness, but that wasn't a surprise. The only high light, as usual, was Mary but even she didn't cheer me up as she normally did. Especially since Jet was back to acting like her Siamese twin, evil smirk firmly affixed to his lips.

Heather and Rachel were in the lunch room when we got there and they had the audacity to come and talk to Mary about cheer practice. Skipping cheer practice, more specifically. If only I had brought the Death Note to school I would have written their names right then! I was surprised when the bell rang at three o'clock signaling the end of the day, gathering my things I went to go meet up with Mary and Jet outside Mary's sixth period class; she had Mr. Chen for Calculus.

"So you gonna give me a ride home after cheer today, right?" She asked Jet with a sunny smile.

"No. I got plans babe, sorry." He kissed her and walked off.

"Damn it, there goes my ride," she pouted as she watched him head towards the parking lot, exchanging high fives and shouted insults with his friends. "Now I have to wait for my mom to get off work and pick me up."

"Don't worry Mary; I'll give you a ride home."

"You will? Thanks Violet, you're the best!" She hugged me tight; I closed my eyes and returned her embrace.

"No problem."

I found cheer to be exceedingly boring…at least when Mary was directing the other girls, when she was being a flier or practicing I couldn't tear my eyes away even though I should have been doing my homework. I was so focused on her that when Sid appeared beside me it made me jump and scream. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry."

"Where the hell were you all day?" I asked moodily, gathering my fallen papers.

"I had to go to the Shinigami Realm and talk to the Shinigami King."

"You guys have a king?" He nodded. "Why'd you have to go talk to him?"

"I didn't think it would take this long to get my Death Note back, I had to tell him that I was going to spend more time in the Human Realm."

"Oh, was he mad?"

"No. Other Shinigami are used to me messing up, forgetting, and dropping things. They don't like me that much." He gave a sad sigh, and I felt bad for him. Poor Sid.

"Well, whatever screw them. You can stay with me for as long as you want."

"Really?" He asked in disbelief, looking at me for the first time since arriving.

"Yeah, we're friends. Besides, I like having you around." After that he was much happier, asking questions about what was going on which I tried to answer but wasn't very helpful with. Suddenly, as I was watching Mary get thrown into the air, it hit me. Jet, Heather, Rachel… "Son of a bitch!"

"What?"

"Heather and Rachel are with Jet! That bastard! That's why they aren't here, that's why he couldn't give Mary a ride home!"

"You haven't killed them yet?"

"No, I couldn't decide how to do it. God I'm so stupid! If only I had that damn notebook, Jet would sure get a surprise when they killed each other in front of him." I watched with a heavy heart as Mary wrapped up practice. Tonight they would die, definitely tonight. And tomorrow Jet would follow them, my Muse of Death had returned to me, there was no way those two sluts would see the dawn.

I smiled as I walked by my desk the next morning, taking the Death Note downstairs with me. I had learned my lesson about leaving it at home; I never knew when inspiration would strike me. The sun seemed brighter this morning, and I felt lighter. Apparently killing Heather and Rachel had taken a great weight off my shoulders. Today was going to be a good day, I could feel it. I paused when I reached the living room; my mom was sitting there watching the T.V.

"What are you doing home? It's Thursday."

"Come look at this, two girls from your school committed suicide at Jet's house last night. Did you know another girl die there on Saturday night too?" Slowly I moved towards the T.V. where a reporter stood in front of Jet's house. The smug sense of satisfaction that had filled me after Hilary's death returned. This was so epic!

"Wow that sucks. Yeah, I heard about that Hilary chick, she went to my school too."

"How awful! Three suicides in one week all at the same place…" She got a thoughtful expression on her face and an ill feeling crept into my stomach. People would make connections between the girls, but no one should be able to trace it back to me. I just hoped that it would take a while for them to connect all the girls to Jet. I glanced at Sid who was looking for chocolate in the kitchen; I wondered how many people knew about the Death Notes. I would have to ask Sid some more questions soon.

"How did they die?" I asked as I stuffed the Death Note in my bag. Of course I already knew but I wondered how much information the police were giving out.

"I don't know, they didn't say." Hummm…I wondered what this meant. If the police were withholding information did that mean that they suspected something? But how could they? I chewed on my lower lip, wishing I knew more about how police investigations worked.

"It's 7:30." Sid said through a mouth full of chocolate ice cream.

"Crap! I'm going to be late again! Love you bye!" I yelled to my mom as I dashed out the door, "Sid put that down and come on!" I hissed at him holding the door open, reluctantly he set the half empty carton on the counter and floated after me. When I was about half way to school I slowed to a walk and looked at Sid. "So how many people know Death Notes exist?"

"Not many. Most Shinigami kill any humans who know about them."

"But there are some?"

"I suppose." I bit my lip, that meant that there was a possibility of being found out and judging from the news cast I had been entirely too active lately. I knew people were going to start asking questions about the now four deaths I had caused. The last three most especially, but I needed to kill Jet. Then I'd take a break. Just one more death...I could definitely manage that without worry of raising suspicion.

The school yard, when I entered, was a flashback to the Monday after Hilary had died. Grieving students filled the hallways in various stages of numbness or hysteria.

"Someone's killing them!" A girl was sobbing, "Someone is killing all the girls who…who…slept with…" She trailed off as Mary ran up to me.

Shit! Well it looked like one person had figured me out, I stared at the girl. Damn it, this wasn't good; I had to shut her up before she could tell anyone her suspicions. As I stared at her I realized that I knew her; I just had to remember her name…

"Hey, Sid, a little help here?" I whispered to him before Mary was within earshot.

"Sorry Violet, I can't it's against the rules."

"Fuck the rules, I gave you chocolate," I glared at him but he just looked at me until I sighed and relented. I hadn't really expected him to give me her name anyway.

Mary was crying again, "Have you heard?" She sobbed through her tears.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Mary. I know they were on your squad."

"It doesn't make any sense! Three suicides at Jet's in a week? What's going on Violet? They were only sophomores!" She wailed.

"I don't know," I lied. I pointed at the girl who had figured it out, "What's her name?"

Mary gave me an odd look as she whiped her eyes, "Elizabeth Tucker, we've only gone to school with her for six years, I swear Violet, you're so horrible with names!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

"Why do you want to know?"

"Um, no reason, I just couldn't remember." Mary gave me an odd look.

"You are so weird."

I waited until I was in first period to pull out the Death Note. Having picked a corner seat, I was sure the only person who could see it was Sid. I couldn't have Mrs. Johnson or another student seeing all the names and details in my damning red hand writing. Pulling out a red pen I decided to forgo an elaborate death in favor of speed, simply writing her name I watched the clock for forty seconds. A minute later, chaos erupted outside.

Students ran screaming from the classroom across the hall as office personnel rushed in. Mrs. Johnson rushed out to see what was going on; I slipped the Death Note back into my bag.

"Sorry Elizabeth." I muttered, Sid made no comment. The whole class had moved to the windows; I listened as they shouted about paramedics. Ten minutes later a gurney draped in a white sheet left the classroom, bearing a distinctly human form. Mrs. Johnson walked back in, crying and shell shocked.

"Elizabeth Tucker just had a heart attack and died. In light of recent events, school will be released shortly, pack up and go home."

"Cool," Sid said in my ear, "you never get to go home early." I rolled my eyes at him, not really in the mood to joke. Poor Elizabeth hadn't deserved to die but I wasn't ready for people to know yet. They would connect the suicides to Jet soon enough. I wondered how many other people had made the connection between Jet's whores?

I packed up and left the classroom with the rest of the students but I couldn't find Mary in the chaos, deciding that she had probably already gone to the parking lot I began to drift off campus when I saw Jet and Mary across the street. He was coaxing her into his car, his hand on her ass and his mouth on her neck. Mary pushed at his shoulders and her face didn't look like she was enjoying it. I growled as my vision washed with red.

Tearing off my back pack and uncaring who saw me I grabbed the Death Note. My heart raced in anticipation; now, now it was going to happen. He was going to die. This was perfect! Balancing the book on my leg I began to write, furiously my pen scrawled across the paper as inspiration came to me. I had to hurry. It looked like Jet was yelling at Mary now. He couldn't leave. He couldn't. I was so close. I stabbed the Death Note, adding the final period to Jet's fate and looked up expectantly.

Jet was still trying to shove Mary into his car; he slammed the door behind her and walked around the front. His hand had just gripped the door handle when he suddenly froze. With a smile I replace my Death Note in my back pack and took out my cell phone. I dialed 911 and hovered my finger over the send button. Yes, yes, yes, he moved like a good little marionette towards the street, following my orders exactly. Mary got out of the car and yelled after him. I looked expectantly at the street light and watched it turn green as he stepped off the curb. A horn blared, Jet turned, his startled eyes meeting mine seconds before the huge yellow school bus plowed into him, crushing him beneath the massive tires. In that second, he had known, he had seen my smile and known that I was the cause of his death. I viciously restrained the urge to laugh at his final expression of terror and realization, how delicious that in the end he would know I had done it. The bus braked hard, dragging Jet's body as it slid to a stop.

"Payback's a bitch, ain't it Jet?" I murmured, pushing send as people started screaming.

"911 emergency," the dispatcher intoned, "What is your emergency?"

"I'm at Central High School; Jet Sawyer just got run over by a bus." I heard tapping in the background and listened as she relayed information to a patrol unit.

"The police are on their way; can you get to him and update me on his condition?"

"No problem." I pushed through the people until I stood over Jet's obviously dead body, the bus had mostly cut him into two pieces and he was still trapped beneath the tire in a widening pool of his own blood. Oddly enough the sight didn't bother me as much as it should have.

"Is he still alive?" The dispatcher's voice was shaking…I could hear sirens in the distance.

"No. The police are here, can I hang up now?"

"Yes. Just give me your name so I can tell the police who to question." I gave her my name and flipped the phone closed. As soon as I looked up I saw Mary running towards the bus.

"No!" I rushed forward and caught her before she could see Jet. My Mary did not need that memory, but I would relish it forever. "Please no Mary. He's gone, don't look, please."

"G-gone?" She whispered. I nodded solemnly, her eyes rolled back into her head as she fainted in my arms.

The paramedics and the police roped off the scene with bright yellow tape and extracted Jet from under the bus. They did their best to clear the scene but students milled around like jackals, drawn to the gruesome sight and like vultures to carrion. I watched as they loaded him onto a gurney similar to Elizabeth's and took him away. They had several questions for me because I had been the first to call 911 and I was the most coherent but after that I was free to go. I took a still unconscious Mary home and settled her in bed before I dealt with her parents, and my mom. Afterwards I curled up beside her on her fluffy princess bed, holding her shaking body in my arms. From now on I wasn't leaving her side, I smiled; my beloved finally belonged to me again, and only me. I leaned over and kissed her forehead, "See Mary? I told you no one would ever hurt you again."

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