If nothing else, Billy blew the door wide open when it came to expanding her sexual exploration. He taught her a ton of things, though it took her some time to stop imagining he was someone else. In this "circle of lust", it truly did seem like they were the only two people left. With the curtains opened, she was apologetically unable to keep her hands off of him.

The journal was discarded to some dark corner of the bedroom, that she had forgotten it until about a week later. She was picking up a few things when she stumbled across it, and a wave of disgust washed over her as she read one of her other entries.

Day 92.

I had a dream last night about Eddie. I think it was mostly a memory. We were in the kitchen, and I was dancing to a Loverboy song. I think I riled him up, because he grabbed me so fast, and we started making out...

Lillian loudly slammed the book shut, having no desire to finish reading the paragraph. She huffed, walking into the kitchen and throwing it onto the counter. She felt this need to burn it, like it would haunt her until she destroyed it. She looked around for a lighter. Billy wasn't around at the time, so she couldn't exactly ask to borrow one.

After a few minutes of passing from room to room, she stopped short of the kitchen door. Something was rising inside of her - a weird notion that suggested there was another way. It started with a tingling sensation in her hand, then, a building warmth within her body, like a fever, just without the nasty, side effects.

She wasn't really able to explain why she even tried, but she walked up to the counter where the journal still sat, just staring at it. She concentrated, focused her frustration and pain...

Flames suddenly engulfed the journal, and Lillian stared at it until it dissipated into ash.

Somehow, she gained the Firestarter ability like Billy. Was it because of him that she was able to do it?

Lillian had no idea, but there was one thing she did know. She was feeling invincible.

That was, until the day she heard the concert.

It felt like it had been so long since she had last heard it, but the beginning riff was like falling into a memory. Coming out of the memory like a dream, she woke up in the bed she now shared with Billy, who was still asleep and completely unaware.

She quietly got dressed into a pair of black jeans and a leopard-print halter top, slipped into her Skechers, and tiptoed out onto the porch.

It sounded so far away. It was as though it was coming from above the plum-colored clouds. She could identify it now. Master of Puppets was echoing through the air, but it definitely wasn't a pre-recorded track. Someone was playing it through amplifiers, on a guitar she knew she heard before...

"Eddie..."

Before she could stop herself, she climbed into the Camaro. The keys were where Billy always left them: in the glove box. The engine roared to life, and Lillian breathed deeply. She had never driven anything with so much power before, but damnit, if she was going to do it now.

She drove it to the main road, flying at probably sixty miles an hour. It only slowed down when she went through the invisible gate, and she slammed on the breaks once she neared the cliff that overlooked the trailer park.

She successfully made it back to Limbo. Hundreds of bats, like a swarm of locusts, were circling overhead. She couldn't believe what she saw. Unsure of why she was seeing it, she almost didn't know whether or not to dive in.

There was one thing for sure, though. That was Eddie standing on top of the trailer, performing the solo to Master of Puppets like he was Kirk Hammett. Goddamn, he was amazing. He was deliberately luring the bats towards him.

Whatever he was doing, he was bound to get himself killed!

"Eddie... I'm coming."

She got back in the car, wildly reversing to get back on the road. It would have been a lie if she said she didn't feel good from the speed. She veered at full throttle towards the dilapidated Forest Hills trailer park. So many questions were raised. How did he get into Limbo? Was he actually distracting those blood-sucking friends? And for what purpose?

And why the hell was Dustin Henderson with him?

Suddenly, a figure in the road caused Lillian to come to a screeching halt. The Camaro spun out of control, and the blacks, reds, and grays of the environment all spun around her until the car managed to come to a frightfully deafening halt. It was a miracle she hadn't hit the ditch.

As she quickly overcame her dizziness, a hand to her temple, she looked up through the car window to see that Billy was standing in the middle of the road, and he looked mad as hell.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath.

"Going for a little joyride?" he asked, putting his hand on the hood of the car. To her surprise, flames began to sprout from it, and Lillian was forced to get out.

"You know, I actually thought we had something special, Lily." She stepped back, unable to come up with anything smart to say right now. She had been quite obedient to him for a while now, that there seemed to be no reason for her to run off on him. Yet, it was like that switch had been turned off again, and Eddie's performance was giving her a wakeup call. "But it seems like old habits die hard, huh?"

He threw his hand out, as if he was throwing an invisible bowling ball. Instead of a ball, however, a stream of fire came from him and onto the ground, tearing through the asphalt and straight towards her.

Lillian dodged out of the way with a cry, circling to the other side of the car. She had seen his pyromancer powers against the fiends, but she certainly wasn't expecting him to ever use them against her, and she had never learned anything that could deflect them.

She could try to run, but to be realistic, Billy was bound to wipe the floor with her. She decided she would take her chances. Getting back into the car, she slammed on the gas, and the flames almost completely consumed the windshield. If she could just get enough distance between her and him, she could at least get to Eddie, and hopefully resurface to the normal world again, where Billy wouldn't be able to reach her.

The car barely made it to the trailer park, and she threw herself out, letting it slam into one of the trailers to explode into flames. It was quiet, otherwise. Sweating, and body temperature feeling incredibly high from driving that moving oven, she looked around in a panting panic. Lillian didn't see any sign of anyone at this point. Knowing she had to start somewhere, she followed the winged corpses.

Then, time seemed to stop. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach, and she choked out his name.

"Eddie...?"

He laid there on the ground, completely motionless. She crawled to him, unable to find the strength to stand and walk. She didn't get there on time. Whatever happened, Eddie was being the hero, and took a ton of these bastards down with him.

She collapsed onto him, and her tears for him returned like a waterfall. "Dear god, no... Eddie..."

She brushed her thumb over his mouth, where blood had spilled from it. It was still warm and wet. Regardless of the fact that he had moved on without her, she was sorry that she had ever tried to move on, because she never truly did. Billy had been a means to fill a void, and it didn't even work out.

The ground began to quake, and Lillian rested her head on his unbeating heart. She hardly even noticed the trembling, as her body did enough of it for the whole world. Crying, she felt as though her heart was shattering into a thousand pieces, and the shards were tearing through her chest. A giant crack formed overhead, spreading across the blood-shaded sky. She didn't understand what was happening. This couldn't have been her. There was something bigger than her going on right now - something that Eddie had been a part of, and she would probably never understand it.

Taking his right hand into hers, she took his class ring, albeit reluctantly. "I'm so sorry, Eddie..." She leaned in, placing a teary kiss on his lips. Even with the awful taste of blood on her mouth, she ignored it. "I love you. I always did. I wish I had the chance to tell you..."

She pulled herself away only when the earthquake finally stopped. She looked up at the sky, wiping the tears from her eyes. Through the rips, she swore she could see a normal, night sky - something she hadn't seen in months.

Was she finally able to go home?

She looked down at Eddie's dead body. There was nothing worth going back to if he wasn't there.

Again, she rested her head on his chest, clutching his ring against her own. Any minute now, she was certain Billy would come to finish her off. There was no point in fighting that. At least her last, few moments would have been here, with him.