Hello everyone and welcome back to Pink I! So as you can see I uploaded this quicker than I said I would. Why you ask? Well because no one voted on my poll and only one person voted through reviews. Plus when I wrote that super long intro in the last chapter I had already come to a conclusion, but I was curious as to what you guys wanted. So basically that long intro was mostly pointless. Also, I don't think that I made this clear, but you could have voted for as many of the colors as you wanted to.

So yeah, I made my decision. White I will not be the last color before Crimson II.

Anyways, this is the last chapter of Pink I, so let's not waste any more time, as this one is very long. Here it is, the final chapter of Pink I!

The bullet shook the air, silencing the entire village. The masked men turned around, but one didn't turn. He dropped dead to the ground. Each one drew a weapon, mostly spears and swords, nothing special like what I had made.

I drew Tina in close, spun the cylinder, aimed, and fired several more rounds. Because it was a dust vial weapon, by spinning the cylinder I fired several different types of dust rounds after each other. More men fell, and I quickly realized that there were many more men than I had initially seen.

Finally one charged, accompanied by two others just behind him. I stayed where I was, not leaving my suitcases unmanned. I brought up Tina, deflecting the first man's blade with my own. As the two other men approached I pushed the first back with my blade and sliced open his gut. He stumbled backwards, only to be pushed aside by the other two. They ran in a line, so I stabbed the first one, then quickly fired a few rounds. The bullets broke through the first man in the line and hit the second one, killing them both.

The first man with the scar across his gut struggled to stand, but he was bleeding heavily. Might as well take him out of his misery, I thought, shooting him in the head.

Looking up, I saw the rest of the men charging towards me. There were probably about fifteen to twenty, but I assumed that there would be more.

Tina can't handle this many people, I thought, I guess that I'll have to pull out the big guns.

Strapping Tina back into place, I grabbed my suitcases and leapt up into the roof of one of the buildings. The men gathered around, yelling death threats at me.

I held up both my suitcases next to each other. On one of them had a thick screw sticking out from the lower side. On the other was a hole for it to screw into. I stuck them together, spun one around until it was stuck firmly in place, and opened both cases at the same time. What came out was my primary weapon, or weapons, Sherry and Candace. However, I had combined them and they were therefore Shared Candy (I came up with the name myself and I'm quite proud of it). Sherry was a thick sword, with a machine gun barrel that could extend out from the straight dull edge of the blade. A belt of bullets could then be attached to the barrel. The handle of the blade extended and a handle and trigger could flip out to allow me to fire the gun.

Candace on the other hand, was a long lance. The blade at the end could retract into itself to reveal a gun barrel. A long magazine was placed just next to the blade, a little farther down the pole of the lance. It started out (in lance form) at the mid-way point of the magazine, but when it transformed into a gun slid down so that it could fire bullets from the top of the clip. On top of that, the bottom end of the pole of the lance shrunk inwards and bent to make it easier to hold, like an actual gun.

These two weapons were screwed together at either end, making for an almost unstoppable duo.

I held the lance pole and readied for action. Sure enough, men began climbing the house to the rooftop to join me. I held Shared Candy above my head and spun it around, dipping it down and catching the top of the first man's head. He fell off the house, bleeding as he went. More men started to climb. Grabbing my now mostly empty suitcases (other than the extra clothing that I'd brought) I threw them into the house below me, which was where I was staying, for safekeeping. I then began to leap from rooftop to rooftop until I could find solid high ground to attack from. Some men followed me across the roofs, but most stayed on the ground and ran after me.

Realizing how small the village was and how unlikely it was that I could find solid high ground, I returning to the ground and waited for the men to arrive. Most had fallen to the ground by now and were charging towards me.

As I saw them arrive I took up a battle stance, holding Shared Candy by the lance in a position that allowed me to quickly swing it. When the men finally came close enough I swung, the thick blade of Sherry cutting the first line down. The men hesitated, and I cut them down with another swipe of Sherry. Spinning it around and catching several people over the head, I stabbed Candace forward, severing even more people on it. Transforming it into a gun while lodged in their bodies, I pulled the trigger, launching them off.

I spun Shared Candy around again, this time with Sherry facing the crowd. The gun barrel popped out, and I stuck a bullet belt into it (I had them hidden between my vest and dress, the vest which stretched out over the dress). I started to fire, but someone leapt at me from the rooftops. Reacting as quickly as I could, I spun Shared Candy over my head, slashing him out of the air and causing several bullets to fly into the air as I did so. I spun Shared Candy around, launching bullets at the crowd and slashing their chests open.

Finally they began to retreat, and my adrenaline started to go away. Then suddenly I felt a presence behind me. Spinning around and dodging as I did so, I barely avoided a blow to the back from a large sword. The man holding it wore a mask, but his mask had special designs on it. Assuming that he's the leader, I thought.

The man spread his arms apart, "Let's talk this over, shall we?" He suggested.

I kept my weapon pointed at him, not saying a word.

"Can't we be civilized here?" He asked, "Lower your weapon"

"Drop yours" I quickly said. Something that I had learned from experience was not to waste breath on anything in a fight, even trash talking or even talking in general.

"I will when you will" The man replied.

"Then we've hit a wall, haven't we?" I asked.

The man sighed, then stabbed his sword into the ground beside him. I fired a bullet at it, causing it to fall over. It'd make it more difficult for him to pick it up if he tried to spring an attack.

I lifted my weapon, putting one end into the ground and holding it as if it were a staff.

"I dropped mine," the man said, "now you drop yours"

"You're the one who wants to negotiate," I replied, "I'm perfectly fine going down the path I've already started on"

"Well," the man started, "lots of innocent people are dying because of this path you've chosen" His voice was vaguely familiar.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have set them on me," I replied, "besides, I've been told that you've been here before and taken more lives. I wouldn't call them innocent"

"Good point," The man replied, "but now, let's talk business"

"We already are" I pointed out.

"Right" the man replied awkwardly.

There was a brief silence.

"So what will you offer me in return for us leaving?" The leader asked.

"Your lives" I replied.

"Surely you must have something else?" He asked.

"I can keep killing them if we can't settle on anything"

"Why are you so nonchalant about all this?"

"Because it's a simple matter"

"It's a matter of people's lives!"

"Then take me up on my deal and live"

The leader sighed, rubbing his forehead. I saw his eyes go behind me, and he blinked twice.

I spun around, swinging Shared Candy as I went. The masked man behind me split into two pieces. As I turned back around the leader had his blade back in his hand.

"Your clever one" He said, pointing his blade towards me, then charging.

I ducked and swung, slicing a scar through his face and avoiding his attack.

He fell screaming to the ground. I stood, turning around to face him. He staggered up, his mask cut open. He tore it off, revealing his face.

It was Timur.

"What are you doing?!" I asked, very surprised but getting over it quickly. I was in the middle of a battle. "Was this set-up or something?"

"Yes." Timur replied, smiling through his bloody scar, "We're all Grimm worshippers. We lure hunters here and kill them"

"That's extremely inefficient" I pointed out.

"Pardon?" Timur asked.

"Well," I started, "your sacrificing loads of your men in order to kill one hunter. And it probably takes a while to get each hunter here so…you really didn't make a smart move there"

"Shut up!" He yelled, "We have no other option! No way of doing what's right!"

I didn't hesitate; I lifted my weapon and swung. He jumped back, avoiding the blow.

"There's a reason why we exist." I started, "The Grimm kill people. How could you worship that?"

"The Grimm are punishing us for our acts against nature! You city folk can never understand!"

"Oh I understand alright" I started towards him, and he started backing away.

"Let's not be too hasty" he whispered.

"I've already waited long enough" I replied, raising Shared Candy above my head, poising it to stab him. Finally, I stabbed it forward.

Just as it almost reached him I felt a sudden pain overwhelm me. My focus stopped abruptly, and my weapon fell from my hand. Thanks to the momentum that I'd already built up, it stabbed into Timur, lower than I had planned, but still into him nonetheless. The pain shot through me again, and I fell to my knees. Timur lay on his side, bleeding out. I was almost certain that he was dead and if not, he soon would be.

The pain came again, and I realized where it was coming from: my heart. My adrenaline had built up too much, and therefore I was having what I believed to be a heart attack. I couldn't stand, and I sat panting where I was. I was ripe for the taking. Sure enough, someone came along and stabbed me in the back. I felt even more searing pain, and then collapsed.

I awoke later, lying on what I believed to be a bed. I felt a pillow beneath my head, but I could barely open my eyes. When I did my vision was so blurry that it would have been just as good closing them. As it cleared I heard a voice.

"Oh," it said, "your awake" It was a man's, and it sounded familiar.

I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my body from my gut.

"Lie down" the man said, gently pushing me back by the shoulders.

"Where…am I?" I stammered.

"You're in our house." The voice replied, "It's Des"

I struggled to remember who he was. When I remembered I asked, "Where's Estera?"

"Right next to you" Des replied.

I turned and saw Estera lying on a bed similar to mine. She looked very dead.

"What happened?" I whispered, still finding it difficult to use my voice.

"I don't know," Des replied, "she got caught up in all the action I guess"

My memory began to return, "Why are you helping me?" I asked. The whole village was made up of Grimm worshippers who wanted to kill me, so I was very confused.

"Unlike everyone else here, Estera and I moved here. We aren't Grimm worshippers. We just like the people, not the beliefs." He replied. "The other huntsmen and huntresses rarely died either; typically we got to them first, nursed them back to health, and sent them on their way"

"How long have I been out?" I was feeling my voice better now.

"A couple of days." Des replied, "Also, you may notice that something is different"

"What's that?" I asked.

"Your heart" he replied.

I looked up at my chest. My dress had been removed, and I was covered only by a blanket. Slowly and painfully, I lifted the blanket and saw it. Between my breasts was a line of stitches.

"What happened?" I asked, sitting up suddenly, then immediately regretting it as pain tore through my gut again.

"Lie down." Des repeated, taking my shoulder and pushing me back. "It's Estera's. I found her as she was dying and she told me to give you her heart. So good news, you don't have heart problems anymore"

"But Estera died for it?" I asked.

"No," Des replied, "it was her last wish, and she was already dying. Don't worry about it, it's what she wanted"

There was a moment of silence as I looked at my chest, then at Estera.

"Also," Des started, "I saw the scars"

My eyes went to him, and we stared at each other for a while. He started to ask something, but I quickly changed the subject. "So when will my gut heal?" I asked.

"The pain should go away soon, but the actual scar will probably be with you for the rest of your life" He replied, awkwardly stopping what he was about to say.

"I see" I replied.

The room fell silent, and soon I fell back asleep.

I awoke shaking and looked up, my eyes drowsy with sleep. "Wha-?" I asked.

Des was shaking me awake, "Stand up" He said.

"Why?" I asked. Either he was whispering or my hearing wasn't fully turned on yet.

"The new leader of the village, Marco, is coming soon" He replied. I assumed that meant that I had killed Timur.

I realized the seriousness and sat up. My gut still hurt, but it was bearable.

"I found you some clothes," He started, "they aren't yours but they're darker so they shouldn't be as easy to spot. I'll turn around while you change"

He turned around as I got out of bed. When the tension was relieved from sitting down, my gut hurt less and I was able to slip into the clothing that Des had set out for me. It was a long-sleeved brown shirt and a thick brown jacket and faded, worn blue jeans. On top of that there were small boots. The clothing was big on me, but that was to be expected. I found my suitcases along with Shared Candy and Tina laid down beside the clothes.

"I couldn't figure out how to retract your weapon." Des said, still turned around. "Are you done?"

"Yep." I replied, opening my suitcases.

He turned around, "It sure is a beauty though" He added, referring to Shared Candy.

"Thanks." I replied, separating them and retracting Candace, my lance, first. "I made them myself"

"Really?" Des replied, "I can't imagine a frail looking girl like you forging anything"

"Frail?" I asked, fitting Candace into place and shutting the suitcase.

"You look frail," Des started, "but you clearly aren't"

I pulled Sherry's, the sword's, bullet belt out and checked it over. It still had enough bullets left so I found a place to put it in my coat and left it there. I retracted the gun barrel back into the blade and placed it inside the suitcase. I then closed it; set them both up nicely next to each other, put Tina in my coat with the bullet belt, and stood up.

I turned to face Des. Holding out my hand, I said, "It was a pleasure meeting you"

He shook my hand, "As it was to you" He replied. Then he reached out to me. He tucked my pink hair into the back of my coat, which was now out straight instead of in ponytails, and pulled my hood over my head. "Anyone would be able to spot your hair from a mile away" He added.

"Thanks," I replied, "should I return these clothes to you later?"

"No," he replied, "keep them. Dye them pink or red or something. Use them. Consider it a gift"

"Thanks," I replied, "but what are you going to do now?"

"I'll stay here," he replied, "and continue to look after the hunters that come through. But do me a favor, and don't allow that defense job to be hung up in your guild ever again, okay?"

I nodded.

He reached into his pockets and pulled out a wrapped up wad of Lien, "This is for you as well," he replied, "the pay for this job"

I had almost forgotten about the money. "You'll be alright without it?" I asked.

"It's not mine" He replied, then winked. I assumed that he had stolen it, likely from Timur, who was probably the richest person in the village.

I put it into the inside pocket of my jacket, making sure it was secure. "Thanks again" I said.

There was a loud knock on the door. "Open up!" A voice yelled.

Des quickly pushed me back, "Quickly now," he started, "go to your room. Underneath the mattress you'll find a trapdoor. Open it and head through. It'll take you just outside the village"

"Open up or we're breaking down the door!" the voice boomed outside again.

"There's no time." Des whispered, "Go"

I turned and ran to the room that I had once stayed in. Grabbing my suitcases as I went, I lifted the mattress and opened the trapdoor.

"I'm on my way!" Des called, heading towards the door.

I got down into the narrow tunnel and shut the trapdoor above me. As I started moving I could hear more clearly what was going on outside.

"What were you doing in there?" A voice asked.

"Just finishing with a patient" He replied. Estera. He was using Estera as a cover-up. Clever, I thought, staying to hear more.

"Oh yeah?" The voice asked. "Who were you talking to?"

"No one," Des replied, "I talk to myself when I work. It helps me think"

"I don't believe you" the voice said.

"Please sir," Des sounded like he was begging, "my patient is dying. I need to get back to her quickly"

Estera was already dead. Again, very clever.

"I don't see no permit for you running your hospital in here" The voice said.

"I don't have a permit," Des started, "but I-"

He was abruptly cut off by a loud gunshot.

I gasped from where I was below, then quickly reached up to cover my mouth.

As Des fell to the ground I heard one last pained word fall from his lips.

"Run"

Did you guys see that? Another color ended with a cliffhanger! Yay! Although with this one it's easy to assume that Nicole got away. Its not as open-ended as Crimson I's ending. So yeah, that was it. As usual, favorite, follow, tell your friends, tell your enemies, and write why you loved or hated it or what speculations you have in the reviews. Its all very much appreciated.

I won't tell you my plans for the next color until I start it, so you'll have to wait until after my extended break, as this is the end of a color perspective, and I still have that other book to work on.

Well that's that. Hope you enjoyed it and hopefully I will see you all back for Azure I!