AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry, people's this is the last chapter that I have typed.

DISCLAIMER: Usual speech here.

When Kolbie and Wilbur entered the house, Cornelius was there hold them back. Before them stood a crazed looking Henry Parker with a gun pointed at Cornelius. Wilbur pulled Kolbie behind him and he held her there with one hand. Henry smiled after he realized that they were all there. He ushered them into the home and to the area where Franny and M.J. were. Cornelius buried his face in his wife's hair, having not seen her in months. Then picked his daughter up and kissed her face, brushing tears away from her eyes, and muttered that she'd be okay. Wilbur squeezed his mother's hand with the hand that wasn't holding Kolbie behind him.

"It's sweet to see a family reunited before death," Henry said.

"You won't get away with this," Franny shouted.

Henry approached her rapidly and held the gun to her temple. "Speak again and you will die first." Franny nodded and walked over to Wilbur, who was hiding a frightened Kolbie behind his back. "You," Henry started waving the gun around in front of Wilbur. "You and your ratty fiancée have caused my niece a lot of pain over the past year. She used to go on and on about you, about how much she was in love with you." Henry laughed. "And then you left her, my niece for that girl." He shoved Wilbur and grabbed the hoodie of the girl behind him. "You left her for this?" the man scoffed. He touched her face with the cold metal of the gun on her face and tilted her chin up. "She's not that bad looking actually. Not a good looking as Brandi, but still, she's pretty alright." He pulled her behind him and held her wrist. "Thanks to Cornelius I haven't been with a woman in sometime," Henry stated. "I'll let you go, if you let me have my way with her," He said touching her arm with the barrel of the gun.

"No," Wilbur said plainly. "No, you get your hands off her and you leave her alone."

"Love is dumb, isn't it," Henry said. "You speak again, I'll kill you. Just for that, I think I will have my way with her."

"No, you won't," Wilbur said again. "You'll leave her alone."

Henry cocked the gun and pointed it at Wilbur. "Silence, boy."

Her fist rapped at the door loudly. "Open up, please. Mama," she shouted over the rain. "Please." The door opened suddenly to reveal a tall red haired woman. "Mama," the girl said. "Get Aunt Kathleen," she begged. "Get her please." The elder red head looked at the begging girl before her and obliged. She closed the door and then when it opened again there was a short blond before her. "He's gonna kill them. Please," she shouted over the rain again.

"Who?"

"Henry he's going to kill all of them. Please come with me," she begged pulling on the blond woman's hand. "Please."

The blond agreed to go with the sobbing girl and ran in the rain to the craft that she'd left running in the driveway. Before they were buckled, she sped off into the night, her speedometer reading 100.

"What's going on?" the blond asked.

"Henry's angry that you left and he's going to kill his ex-boss and wife, daughter, son, and his fiancée," the speeding brunette said.

"Oh, my, well drive faster," Kathleen said.

Kolbie glared at the man holding a gun at her fiancé. His eyes were no longer on her, but on the man threatening to kill him. The man's finger was on the black trigger as he spoke to Wilbur. However, Kolbie wasn't listening. She was thinking trying to get her brain to invent a way to save his life. As many times as he'd gone out of his way to save her, she could at least try and save him. She wished there was a way to call for help. That's all she needed. Then it hit her. The keys. She had the keys to the craft and in the craft there was a phone. All she had to do was get to the craft in the driveway.

Kolbie made subtle movements as she slid towards the door that was fifty feet away from her. Wilbur's brown eyes flickered to her grey ones and without a word he understood and looked away. She exhaled softly and continued to slip away. Her escape was nearly perfect, until her hand slid across a splintered piece of wood on the floor, causing her to gasp loudly. She covered her mouth and then pushed her body off the floor quickly. Henry turned to her and by then she was running what seemed like the longest twenty feet she'd sprinted in her life. There was a loud pop from behind her followed by another as she exited the house and ran into the rain.

The driveway was long as she ran to the phone in the craft. As the passenger side door came into view, she heard two loud pops followed by a scream of pain. She slid to a stop and looked back. She shook her head and opened the passenger side door. Quickly, her shaking fingers dial the police. "Help! Help us. There's a guy and I think he shot my fiancé, please."

"Where are you, ma'am?"

"The home of Cornelius Robinson."

"Police are on their way."

Bright lights appeared behind her craft and Kolbie jumped. They couldn't have gotten there that fast. She jumped out of the craft ready to defend the home from more murderous people, but was greeted by the voice of Brandi Rice.

"Kolbie," she shouted, a blond woman running behind her.

Kolbie, unable to contain her anger, hit the brunette before her. She was frightened by her own actions. Fearing that the situation had shown she was like her father. However, she knew that Brandi deserved that. She knew that she wasn't hitting Brandi out of pleasure, but fear and annoyance. "He shot Wilbur and this is your fault."

Brandi's eyes grew wide in the rain. "No," she whispered. "No, come on."

The three women ran up to the house to the men that they loved.

"Wilbur," Franny shouted as she collapsed by her son's fallen body. "Wilbur," she whispered touching her son's pale face. There was blood leaking from his abdomen and shoulder. Franny ripped her husband's lab coat and applied pressure to the wounds as best she could. "Stay with us, honey, okay?"

"Henry Parker!" the blond exclaimed from the door frame. Kolbie pushed past her and ran to her fallen fiancé. She brushed her wet hair from her light eyes as fell beside him. She ran her fingers through his dark hair as she watched his chest rise and fall slowly.

"I'm sorry, this is my fault. I just wanted to help," she told his mother as she squeezed his hand.

"Kathleen?" Henry asked turning and dropping the gun on the floor.

"What are you doing?" she asked standing in the doorway holding Brandi back. "You are tearing this family apart. He fired you because you went against his orders. He asked you to scarp something and you didn't that's what happened when you do something wrong you get punished."

"I'm punishing them."

While the broken couple argued, Kolbie crawled on the floor to the gun and grabbed it. Her heart pounded under chest and she thought for sure that he was going to hear her, but he didn't, and she was able to crawl back into the arms of Mr. Robinson and handed the gun to him. Sirens sounded from the street and Henry turned away from his ex-wife before stalking up to Kolbie. He pulled her up by the front of her shirt.

"You called the cops," he growled. "You called the cops?" He dropped Kolbie to the ground in frustration.

"There's nowhere to run," Cornelius said as he helped the girl up.

The sirens grew closer as he looked around the room for an exit. Not seeing one, he groaned in frustration and pulled a smaller gun from the inside pocket of his coat. Kolbie fell to the ground beside Wilbur, finding comfort in his semi-conscious body. There was a pop and then Henry fell to the ground with a thump. Kolbie covered her ears and buried her face in the bloodied crook of Wilbur's neck. Kathleen stood in horror as she saw what her actions had caused. She was pushed aside by the police and then the ambulance, who pulled a semi-conscious Wilbur Robinson from his fiancée arms and to the ambulance.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm a suicide freak, but he needed it.