So yeah, I decided I'm ending this story here and now. If I write it any longer, it'll seem repetitive and annoying and you've already found out everything that you will need to for the sequel. So hurray for last chapter, and then we move on to Life's Not A Fairytale! Booyah!

Your POV:

Getting up at a bright and early 10PM, you load up on Monster and tie your hair back-it's been getting too long, you really need to have it cut soon because it'll just get in the way. All you need to do is get the Contessa behind bars (and save Carmelita and clear her name; even if you don't like her, it really is the right thing to do) and then you move on to the next Klaww gang member. You're still thinking about what's going to happen when this is over.

You join Sly and Murray at the table, Sly putting his arm around your shoulder and Murray digging into a bag of chips. Bentley gives you the mission briefings. He starts with a picture of the Contessa's estate. "It's time to wage war on the castle and in the confusion, pull off a heist I've named Operation: High Road. First, Murray will take out the spotlights on the main gate with a code provided by General Clawfoot. Then with the help of the voice modulator, I'll order Neyla's forces to attack. Sly will then paraglide then two of us to the Contessa's get-away blimp, and we'll use it to get inside her reeducation tower. Cerlie, you need to be at the tower before us. The assault on the castle will undoubtedly draw the Shadowguards off their posts, and if we free Inspector Fox, she's sure to clear out the Contessa. With the mind shuffler exposed, I'll plant the bad mojo bomb, and presto, the Clockwerk Eyes are ours. So, if the three of you are ready, we should take up our positions and get this thing started.

You nodded, getting up and getting your bow that was waiting patiently on the couch. The four of you head out the door and you make your way for the tower. You didn't ask why you were needed there; you know better than to question Bentley.

Using rope and arrows with the flagpoles and statues, it's not difficult to ascend to the tower. You perch yourself on the ledge and peer into the window. You can see the Contessa trying to brainwash Carmelita-it doesn't look like you're too late. Carmelita is still crumbling and cursing and swearing to get revenge. No, she looks like she's…a little less than okay, but still sane. "Just hold on, Carmelita…just for a little while longer…" You whisper.

"Cerlie," You tap into your binocucom when you hear Bentley's voice. "Do you read me?"

"I read you, Bentley."

"Are you in position?"

"I am."

"Excellent. Just hang tight for a few more minutes, we're on our way."

Then you hear Murray's voice and when you look over, it's now too dark to see the main gate. "Oh yeah! The lights are down, Bentley, time to call in the cavalry! I'll see if I can find any extra fire power to help out."

In a moment, you hear Bentley's voice yelling over the estate. The guards below you turn their heads to listen. You only smirk, until you hear footsteps behind you. You narrow your eyes and load your bow-you'll just shoot at them to scare them off, not actually kill them. But you might have to if they don't back off. You turn and lock on, but before you even have the chance to shoot, you're struck across the stomach with claws.

You stumble backwards. There's an agonizing pain in your stomach as you try to stop the bleeding. Your blood is warm and wet and you hear it dripping onto the ground. You cough and your bow hits the ground, about half a mile down. The wolf pushes you, and you stagger over the edge, letting out a scream before you hit the ground and the world goes black.

…

There's a light shining through your eyelids and it would've been blinding if your eyes were open. Everything aches, especially your head. You can't feel your limbs at first, and then pain racks your body. You groan and force your eyes open. You look at your arm. You're hooked up to tubes and wires. And you have no fur.

No fur?

You use your wire-free arm to run your hand through your hair-no fur, real human hair. God, what happened? You hear crying and then someone is death-hugging you. Your mother-and there's your father too. Your adoptive parents are standing right there. Are there adoptive? What happened? "Mom," You groan. "That hurts." You adjust yourself, sitting up against your pillows, but mindful of the wires. "Mom, Dad, what happened?"

"Sweetie, it was the plane crash. You've been in a coma for months." Your mother explains.

A coma? Was it really all a dream? You never did get hurt…but it felt so real. Sly felt so real. Sly! Bentley! Murray! Oh God, Carmelita! You need to get out of here, and get home, and just…just find out what the hell happened! They could've gotten hurt or killed or brainwashed! "Mom, when can I leave?"

"In a few days, baby girl." Your mother says. "The doctors need to make sure you're ready to leave."

You can't believe it. All of that. The friendship you had with Murray. And no matter how much you and Bentley used to resent each other, you still cared about him-you can't imagine life without him. And Sly-you can't believe that you're never gonna see him again. If you even saw him in the first place. You-you wish you had the chance to say goodbye. And tell Sly how you felt. But now you have to live life without them-the guys who would have done anything for you, the greatest friends you'll ever have.

Tears sting your ears and you don't hold them back.

CHYEAH, ya'll probably HATE ME! Don't worry, this is far from the end. Just wait for the sequel, and there's still the epilogue and credits! Now, if you excuse me, I must go work on the sequel and my other stories. 3

Buh-bye!

~Mimi