The air was like poison as I walked out onto the street. The smell was nauseating, filling my lungs and making me wheeze with every breathe I took. Covering my mouth with my sleeve, I followed the road, abandoned of people, their empty cars left in the street, some even still running. The smell of gasoline blended with the smell of death and sin. I didn't dwell on the piles of bodies I saw on either side of me, piled up on the sidewalk, nor did I pay any heed toward the bloody corpses I was forced to step over.

I was truly witnessing the end of the world.

I was nearly to the giant grey beacon of Time Square, which was no longer glowing welcomingly as it had every night of my existence, nor any streets around it. The inner city was truly a desert wasteland.

I ignored what I felt was panic threatening to come up, along with the bile that was sitting at the back of my throat as I pressed on. I could feel her, in the back of my head, tugging me along like a puppet on a string. I didn't try to stop her—I knew this would be for the best. I didn't know what best that would be, but I hoped it would be good.

I tried to keep from crying as well, as I thought about what I had endured these last two weeks. I recalled stumbling into the bar, trying to get my bearings straight. I recalled the tall, smoke-scented man with thick black hair that had settled onto the stool beside me and promised me an evening I would never forget. I recalled blatantly believing this man, with all his empty promises and truths about my weak existence I called my life.

Now, I knew he was right. How I would give the sun and the moon to go back to that time, and give him a hard punch in the face. Then stand up all tough like, spit on the ground, and leave with confidence in my step, never looking back.

But I knew that regret would not help me now.

I was yanked roughly out of my thoughts when I heard a crash from beside me. Looking up sharply, my eyes widened when I saw a pretty snow white owl perched atop a bent stop sign. It's gorgeous black eyes stared back at me evenly as I dumbly blinked back.

"What? Are you my next escort?" I snapped. The owl said nothing. It merely turned its head inward and began preening its feathers. Exasperated, and tired of these games, I picked up a handful of snow and threw it at it.

"GET AWAY FROM ME! JUST GO!" I hollered at it. It blinked back at me, and merely sidled down the side of the stop sign, away from my tiny snow threat.

I blinked when realization hit me. Snow? When did it snow?

I looked down, staring at the ground, and found I was surrounded by an even blanket of white. Looking past the cooling particles as they touched down on my hot head, I realized that about a foot in front of me, the snow stopped. I looked up at the owl, which was still patiently gazing at me.

"Did you do this?" I asked. The owl puffed up its feathers, and hooted.

"…why?" It ruffled a wing, and hooted again. I was hit with a cool breeze of wind. The tugging at the back of my head stopped.

"You're…you're trying to help me?" The owl didn't respond. It went back to preening itself again.

"We've…met before…" I realized. I couldn't remember for the life of me where I had seen it, but I knew I had. It was protecting me, for a moment, from my impending doom.

Or maybe it was just a stupid bird grooming itself.

"Yeah…well…I'm gonna go…" I murmured, and started to trudge through the layer of snow surrounding me. When I reached the edge, I turned back around, and the Owl was gone. All that was left was 3 cream colored feathers in the snow. I trudged back a little, and picked them up. They felt cool in my hand, lighter than well…haha.

I gently slipped the tiny feathers into my pocket, and turned toward the end of the street again. I could hear her, her frustration growing because I was taking so long, so I picked up my pace, and ran.

Dion was getting his ass kicked. Worse than any he had felt before. His right arm had been popped out of its socket, and he had been stabbed numerous times in the stomach, all of the stabs in which hardly affecting him.

He was tired, and wanted to quit. But he knew if he didn't finish fighting off his fellow Grim Reapers, then it just wouldn't be a fair fight between Satan and him.

Remy had died first. His lumbering form had been the cause for his fall, for the quick Cleo and Patra had destroyed him before anyone could even reach him. Artemis had been beyond mad. She had started throwing car after car at the twins, until she had them properly subdued, in which she froze them completely with ice and then dropped a rather large crane on their bodies.

Acedia was the next to die. While he was great with his poisons, he had been no match for Kelly's fire, or Artemis' ice, in which both demons used to destroy the Grim Reaper, making sure to properly burn his body before they moved on to Aries.

With each passing Grim Reapers life, Dion could feel Satan's energy draining. She had used her ultimate weapon to unleash the sins onto the world—and it was backfiring. With each Grim's death, they were sent down to hell to be repaired—a procedure that would take nearly a hundred years to fix. And with each passing death, the sin was shoved back into the Box—Satan's very life force, causing her to wither in agony from the pain.

She wasn't down yet, however. Dion could feel her waiting, not quite sure what she was waiting for…

He worried about Trevor. He hoped to anyone listening that they were keeping his stupid ass from coming back here, from thinking he could possibly make it out of here alive-

"GYAAAAAAH-" Artemis' war cry was cut off by the cackle of Aries' sticky sweet voice.

"Oh Nooooo! She's deeeead! Such a bummer, too," Aries cackled, doing a spin in midair as he watched Artemis' body disintegrate after she had experienced the weight of the metal pole he had driven into her throat.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT YOU FUCKING SHIT-" Kelly roared, intent on avenging her sister's death. She jumped up and threw a fireball the size of a car at Aries, who merely dodged it with another spin, and a laugh.

"You guys suck! I fought BABIES stronger than you!" Aries screamed, doing another spin and sticking his tongue out at Kelly, who floated several hundred feet above the ground, and Paris, who was stuck on the ground due to his half demon form.

While Kelly and Paris were now preoccupied with Aries, Dion turned his attention on the Queen of Darkness herself. She was sitting on the top of a church, her legs crossed, her amber eyes looking over the city. Her skin was the soft shade of mocha, and her hair was pulled back, allowing her jagged red horns to jut out. She looked preoccupied with something, her gaze dark. Dion decided he would make his move.

Ducking and dodging around the cover of the cars littering the battle ground, he peered up at her when he reached the bottom of the church. He knew the poor people inside had been driven out just by having Satan sitting on top of their church, no longer safe for them.

He grabbed hold of the side of the church, and started to put a foot up, when Aries gave a triumphant cheer, and Satan stood. Dion turned around and peered down one of the streets Satan was staring down. A small, skinny form was running toward them.

"Fucking-" Dion looked up at Satan and made a mad dash toward the boy.

"DION!" Trevor screamed as he spotted the dark haired demon running toward him. Trevor didn't see Satan raising her hands above her head, and give a triumphant shout, but Dion felt the power, and he threw himself forward, grabbing at Trevor before Satan got her hands on him. Unfortunately, the ground gave a tremendous shake, and then the ground beneath their feet began to split.

"TREVOR!" Dion roared as a crack like thunder sounded, and the fissure exploded with hot, black air, thick like soot, separating them, and giving no visual of his boy.

"TREVOR!" Dion roared again. He starts to press forward, but as his arm hit the hot ash, he swore in agony and jumped back, his arm alight with fire. His skin bubbled as he tried to shake the fire out, and blistered. When he finally shook out the fire, his arm was a blackened, useless thing that hung at his side.

"SHIT!" Dion's eyes became lit with red heat as his body dissolved to the smoky wolf form he was accustomed to taking. He had just finished transforming, and preparing to shove through the wall of smoke when a pain ran up his back and around his neck. He roared and turned his head to see that Satan held one end of a long, glowing metal chain, the other end wrapped around his neck. She held another in her hand, which she proceeded to snap forward, and catch him around the neck another time.

Dion roared in agony as she gave the chains a sharp tug, and he was dragged across the concrete, taking up big chunks of it as he went. He crashed into a number of cars, all of which inhibited his movement across the pavement, but more or less added to the pain and strength Satan gave to the chains when there was resistance.

"Such a bad little puppy…" Satan purred wickedly. Her eyes were narrowed, amber slits as she watched Dion struggle to remove the chains that inhibited him. Moaning in agony, Dion finally slumped against the chains, and went still, the smoke hissing and sputtering on his body until he shrunk to his normal human size. He lay still on the pavement, the chains still around his neck.

---

On the other side of the fissure, Trevor was having his own difficulties. Along with the number of creatures, that looked like they could be straight from a Tim Burton Flick, that were coming out of the fissure, there was the difficulties Paris and Kelly were having with Aries, who was now at full power, laughing maniacally and kicking their asses.

"COME ON. YOU TWO AREN'T EVEN TRYING! HIT. ME!" Aries shouted, floating several hundred feet above their heads. Kelly returned the cat call with a shout and another ball of fire, this time a shade of blue, which went straight for the grim reaper's head.

With a laugh, Aries did a somersault, safely avoiding the ball, and flipped Kelly the bird.

"Is it hard? Knowing all your friends are dying around you?" Aries asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Kelly didn't respond. Instead, her eyes lit up a little.

"Oh yeah. I'm devastated," She called back at to him. Aries' smug grin faltered.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Oh nothing," Kelly returned, leaning back in the air like she was leaning against a wall. Aries glanced around.

"….Where's the halfer?!" He suddenly shouted. He spun when he heard a noise, and his eyes went huge. Floating a few feet from him was a tank, and at the end of the tank was the long, deadly cannon's barrel. He was looking right down into it. He swallowed.

Paris sat up on the top of the cannon, the veins in his temples pulsing, his eyes glowing. He smiled, looking at ease so high off the ground. There was a sound like the cannon loading, and he waved.

"Right here, honey," He called, and the cannon fired.

--

As the sound of the tanks cannon filled the air, Trevor looked up from behind the hummer h2 he was hiding behind and peered out around the hood. The creatures that had appeared from the fissure had since then faded off and gone to find something to nibble on, leaving Trevor to figure out how to get around the fissure. It was about 10 feet wide, so jumping it was impossible, and going around it would take all day.

He jumped when a loud crash from behind him made him turn. Paris had just dropped the tank back down onto the ground, Aries' body (or what remained of it) hung dripping over the tank's cannon. He smiled and hopped off the tank and ran over to Trevor.

"Paris!" Trevor cried, his face breaking out with relief. Paris hugged him tightly.

"Are you alright?! Jesus we thought you were halfway to Hong Kong by now!" Paris cried. Trevor shook his head.

"I can't just leave you guys to deal with this."

"Trevor-"

"No! This is MY fight too! I'm tired of running and letting you and Dion and Kelly tell me to go off and hide while you guys take the brunt of everything."

"Trevor you don't know what you're saying! Satan is pure EVIL. There is no way you're going to come out of this alive! Are you just willing throw your life away because you think you're not being brave?!"

Trevor's deep blue eyes were fierce as he swallowed, his jaw clenched. He shook his head.

"Dion has done nothing but throw his life away for me. It's about time I returned the favor," Trevor said, reaching his hand into his pocket. Paris sighed.

"Trevor. Dion would be so mad if he knew-" Paris' eyes widened when Trevor held up three silver white feathers.

"What the hell are those?" Paris asked. Trevor didn't respond. Instead, he turned and started toward the fissure. Paris followed, yelling out warnings as they got close to the huge column of hot soot and air still billowing up into the sky, blackening out the sun and blue sky. Trevor didn't stop until he was nearly at the edge, and he took the tip of the feather into his hand, and held it out over the air.

There was the sound like a roar, and the feeling of one's ears popping, and the column of air stopped. It went still, before sucking itself back down into the fissure, then closing. The feeling of despair and hopelessness disappeared, and the air was still, clear, cool. Trevor turned to look back at Paris. His eyes were defiant.

"I'm not afraid."

--

Satan smiled as she stared into Dion's face.

"Like a bad dog chained," She murmured as he rallied against his bonds one more time, and roared when the enchanted chains would not give. He looked up at her, his eyes blazing with fury. His hands were shackled together by heavy dead bolted cuffs, long, rusted silver chains running up the front of the church and wrapped tightly around the intersection of the cross standing boldly against the acrid smoke; Satan's current perch. She laughed lightly as he tugged on the chains again, and roared when they would not give.

"Such a bad puppy. Baaad bad puppy," She called down to him, glancing at her nails and pouting when she realized the middle slim appendage's blood red nail was chipped at the top. She flicked a wrist, and a black nail filer appeared in her hands. She set to work, her usual calm and collected face holding an air of concern for the first time in awhile.

"Go to hell!" Dion snarled, finally quitting and stumbling to the ground, on his knees. He would never openly admit defeat, but his actions would portray it, Satan knew. Who would have thought something as simple as chains would hold her precious lust in check?

"Hardly the tactical insult to use in this situation, don't you think sugar?" Satan responded, never looking away from her manicured nails. Dion didn't respond. He stared at the ground, his eyes closed.

"Ugly bitch," He growled. Satan looked up.

Before Dion could react, Satan was in front of him, kicking him hard in the face with one red heeled foot, forcing his head down the point of her shoe. She looked down at him.

"Excuse me?" Dion's breathing came out in ragged gasps as she pressed down on his wind pipe. His eyes blazed like a caged bear.

As she moved to bring her foot down for the final fatal act, she heard a click, and looked up. Her amber eyes crossed as the cool steel as a simple Browning GP 35 pressed into the smooth plane of her forehead. There was a click, her world went white.

--

Dion blinked as the pressure on his throat suddenly disappeared, and Satan tumbled backwards. He didn't move as the blue sky that was starting to come through the black smoke above him was blocked by a familiar boyish face. Big blue eyes, and brown hair framed his angelic face as a hand came down to help him up.

"Are you alright?" Trevor asked as Dion struggled to his feet. Kelly and Paris were beside him. Paris touched the shackles, and they fell away like a key had been slipped into the tiny keyhole.

Before Dion even spoke, he wrapped his arms around Trevor, tilting his head down into the familiar motion, and kissed the teen for all he was worth. Trevor melted, his blue eyes drifting closed as he clung to the dark haired demon almost desperately. Kelly and Paris looked away appropriately as Trevor and Dion shared their moment.

When they broke apart finally, Dion pressed his sweaty forehead against Trevor's, and growled.

"You were supposed to be halfway to Hong Kong by now," Trevor's blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

"You know…everybody keeps saying that…and for some reason it STILL hasn't happened," He murmured in response, receiving another searing kiss from his dark partner.

"That's cute and all guys…but we really should be thinking about what to do now," Paris suddenly said. Dion and Trevor turned to their friends.

"What do you mean?" Trevor asked.

"The city is practically in ruins and there's still a shit ton of demons running around. The sins are pretty much under control…you shooting her put them back in check," Kelly explained.

"Where did you get that, anyway?" Dion asked, pointing at the gun in Trevor's hand. Trevor smiled and gave it to him when he held his hand out for it.

"Cleo and Patra shouldn't leave their toys lying around," He said, and Dion laughed. Paris sighed.

"I'm just glad its over," He murmured. Kelly suddenly let out a whoop.

"WOO HOO! WE DID IT!" Kelly cheered, and spun, catching Paris in a hug as they danced away. Dion laughed and started to follow. Trevor took a moment to look up at the broad cross above their heads, casting a shadow down upon them in the morning sunrise.

He smiled, and nodded, giving a little salute at the figure sitting at the very tip top. Hazel, sitting criss-crossed on the top. He brightened, and waved.

Turning around, Trevor looked at Dion, who looked worn out, bloodied and beaten, but nonetheless handsome. He was waiting for Trevor, his hands shoved into his pockets. He was digging for a smoke, a motion Trevor had come to understand as relief. Dion looked up, his usual grumpy expression returning to his face, and he held out his hand.

"Come on. Let's go find your mom," He murmured. Trevor smiled and took a step forward.

Inches from his hand, the ground cracked. With a yelp, Trevor stumbled back as it crashed together, then caved upwards, like two piece of graham cracker that had smashed together. He stumbled as a new fissure formed between Dion and him. Dion's eyes widened and he dropped his cigarette, and stumbled forward.

"TREVOR! LOOK OUT!" Trevor turned just in time to catch the blast of spiraling fire as Satan returned to retaliate Trevor's gunshot. Trevor dived to the left, his heels nearly catching fire as he tumbled to the ground. Dion roared as Satan stopped the spiral, and sent a new one out, intent on hitting Trevor.

Dion tried to step through the fissure, and found he could not. The fire was too intense, too evil for even himself to step through. He roared as Paris and Kelly ran back to see what had happened.

Trevor was trapped in a cage of acrid smoke and darkness.

"TREVOR! FUCK!" Dion bellowed. The teen, at the sound of his name, turned to look at Dion. His face was covered in ash, his clothes black and sooty. He was breathing hard, and his mouth was grim.

But beyond the terror of the attack, Dion could see his eyes. Beyond the smoke, and the flame, and the darkness, Trevor's eyes blazed blue, framed with the only peach visible on his face. He nodded at Dion, and continued to look at him as the fire stopped, and the chains that Dion had once been familiar with returned, and wrapped around his waist. The smoke churned up more, and Dion could no longer see through the fissure again.

Trevor was alone.

--

It was hot where I was. Very very hot. I had lost Dion for what felt like the thousandth time that night, and I was alone. Painfully, utterly alone.

The chains that Satan held me in wrapped completely around my body. I was stuck, still as a statue, as she moved around me. I could hear wailing and terrifying shrieks as she walked. I could hear destruction and violence in the click of her heels, and sorrow and dread in every exhale and inhale she took.

"You know…you're a VERY hard kid to reach," Satan said easily as she moved around me. I didn't move as I stared straight ahead. I didn't need to express my fear with my face—she could feel it with every shaky breathe I took.

"What do you want?" I mustered up all the strength in my body to speak. I could feel death creeping up my body like frostbite. Everything was numb.

"What do I want? Well…you know what I want, Haven. I want your soul." Satan finally said, stopping in front of me. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited. Waited for me to beg, for me to cry and drop to my knees and ask for her not to do what she had been planning for weeks.

"Why?" I think this came as a surprise to her, for she uncrossed her arms and frowned.

"Why? WHY?! Because you have the perfect soul," She said simply. This conversation was coming easily because we were partners. Two industries sitting at either end of a conference table. This was business. The deal of a lifetime.

"What's so special about it," I said. It came out somber, and more like a statement than a question. She smiled, making a motion with her hands. A figure appeared from the smoky puffs that appeared in her hands. I realized the figure was me.

"You are pure. You are whole. Untainted by violence, by anger, by anything. You have the adoration of a demon—a GRIM REAPER, and you're father's love and protection up in the very place we demons fear most. Your mother is pregnant with a child born from regret and anger. You were born from sheer devotion and love. You are precious. The perfect soul."

I said nothing as I soaked this all in. She was right. Before all of this, I was innocent. Sure, I was a little sad and pathetic, but I did nothing but pity. Pity was human nature—and all souls possess this. My soul was the purest.

"But…what…I don't…it's tainted NOW, isn't it? I mean…" I thought back to the last weeks. I had done so much sinning. I had sex with another man…lusted for him…I smoked…I dranked…I hated my mother, I hated my father. I resented my classmates. I swore, I fought, and I clawed my way through the mess my life had become.

"Everything you did was for the benefit of someone else. You did not fuck Dion. You had sex with him. And sex between loved ones is not a sin. In the eyes of God—love is everlasting. Love is pure, and Love comes in many shapes. Including that between two males," Satan said. She looked calm, collected. She was going to be collecting her biggest win today.

"You sacrificed yourself for so many. And you were unselfish when Dion tried to take your soul that first time. You were willing to do anything," Satan said.

"But…I don't understand. There are so many other souls out there as pure as mine! Why not take theirs?" I asked. Satan smiled.

"Nobody could have gone through the hell you've been through and come out as strong as brave as you. And I mean nobody," Satan said firmly. I closed my mouth.

"Now. It's time for you to die, Trevor," Satan murmured, and the chains around my body fell away. She came forward, holding her arms open, and embraced me.

As she did this, I felt the first stabs of death that had been tickling my legs before begin to work up my body. I was cold, so cold, just like the day in the hotel room when Dion had tried to take my soul. This time though, she was really taking it. My lungs hurt, my belly hurt, my eyes hurt. My head hurt. I shut my eyes and clung to Satan, clung to death, knowing there was no way I would escape this.

And then, like a pinging in the back of my head, I remembered it.

Being careful not to alert Satan to my plan, I reached into my pocket, fighting the urge to shriek as the pain worsened and worsened with every breathe, and pulled out the simple white silver feather.

With a shove, I pressed the feather forward with my palm, against Satan's chest, and stepped back as she released me. The pain ended abruptly, and Satan's began.

She shrieked as the feather absorbed into her body. It glowed white through her ebony skin, and she scratched at her breasts, trying to pull the accursed white thing from her dark chest. She looked at me, fury in her eyes, and she roared.

"HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU!" She bellowed. She stepped back as the white chasm of darkness blocking us in cut itself off, and I could see Dion and the others.

I looked at Dion as he jumped over the now dormant fissure, and ran to my aid. Satan had backed up about 2 feet now, and she held her hands up over her head as her hair flared from its usual neat bun. A dark ball of darkness formed in her hand. Her eyes blazed as the white feather did in her chest. Her strength was being sucked out, and this was the last hurrah she would give before returning to the depths of hell from which she came.

I knew I couldn't outrun the blast of energy that was building in her outstretched hand. I didn't want to. I was glad to give the satisfaction of seeing the ball coming straight for me, with no where to run, before she faded into the darkness.

I watched in almost slow motion as Dion jumped the fissure and soared toward me, his eyes windows as he pulled out the Browning from his pocket and pointed it at me. His aim was true, and he shot the bullet straight into my leg.

With a scream, I collapsed to my knees from the pain as the ball soared toward me. On my knees, Dion could properly kick me in the head, and knock me flat on my back. His last gift to me.

The ball hit Dion in the back full force. Looking up into the sky, I could see clearly his face as the ball ate through its target. There was a strange movement, and a white shape seemed to push itself free from Dion's body. He fell to his knees beside me, and then collapsed. The black energy ball faded.

And then the world was still.

I struggled to sit up. The pain in my leg was great, but I didn't care. I rolled and rolled onto I was half on Dion, leaning over him. His eyes were open, and peering at me. He smiled his usual smirk, but it was weak, and he blinked. As he breathed out, a tiny puff of white glowing smoke evaporated as it passed his lips.

"Trev…." He whispered. My eyes filled with tears.

"You idiot. You idiot. Why did you do that?!" I cried. I could hear myself saying this over and over.

"Why not….?" Dion wheezed.

"What's…what's happening to you?! Are you dying? You can't die. You can't! You're immortal!" I sobbed, my fingers wrapping up inside the soft leather of his jacket. He continued to smile, his silver eyes slowly losing light.

"Of course I can die…if It's Satan doing the killing…" He murmured. I shook my head.

"No. No you can't. YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!" I wailed. Dion shook his head.

"No…no I won't. I'll be back," Dion whispered. I was losing him. I clung desperately to his head, my fingers in his damp hair. Desperate to keep him with me.

"You…No…no…Dion…" I whispered weakly. Dion smiled at me.

"What are you doing crying…?" He murmured, "You have a whole life ahead of you to live. Don't dwell on the past. Don't dwell on the now. Move forward. Keep on smiling…because we'll meet again…and if there's an ounce of regret, kiddo…I'm going to be pissed," He said. I couldn't help but laugh through my tears. I nodded, pressing my forehead against his, my tears soaking his cheeks. I could hear fire engines far off. Kelly and Paris screaming to me as they drew closer.

I pressed a kiss to his lips, one he returned softly, until the breathe faded from his body, and he went still in my arms. I let out a sob as I continued to kiss him until his lips had gone cool under mine. His eyes were closed. I let my head drop against his chest, and I wailed. My dark knight was gone. I sat back, and watched the last bits of his soul as they ghosted from his open lips

And with the slightest of breezes, the last puff of his soul disappeared. And Dion was gone.

It was the last feather in my pocket that fixed the mess that was left of Time square and the streets bordering it. Taking it out of my pocket, I had placed it on the ground, and with a ping like a bell, the fissures that had formed all over, the demons, and the dark aura had gone.

What was left was nothing short of miraculous. It looked like nothing at all had happened. The bodies that had once littered the streets were gone, replacing very confused individuals who sat up like they had just woken from a deep sleep.

People emerged from churches everywhere, blinking into the morning sunlight for the first time in nearly a day. Searches were set up to find the culprits to the chaos—but none could be found.

As for the Grim reapers, Paris told me they had all been returned to the dark depths of Hades—including Dion, who's body vanished, leaving behind a set of burnt out, worn out clothes, a scorched enchanted cigarette box, and a broken pair of sunglasses.

We found my mother among the groups that were venturing out of the churches. When she saw me, she let out a sob and held me in her arms, sobbing and thanking God that I was alright. All over the city I could see people up on the roofs—people I had never seen before. Many of them watched the people below them with adoration, feathered wings fluttering on their backsides as they peered at the friends and family. Nobody seemed to be able to see them but me, including Paris and Kelly, who said it meant I had been given a gift. What the gift was, I wasn't sure.

--

It's been nearly a year since that incident in New York City. My mother and I have a new home—an apartment in the city which she bought with the money she got from divorcing Carl, and it's closer to the school I'm currently going to. I'll be graduating in a month.

As for her and the new baby? Well…she had him in April. A bouncing, chubby, healthy baby with twinkling blue eyes. She named him Tucker.

Oh and…Kelly and Paris. They went on a honeymoon to Florida 4 months ago, and I haven't heard from them since. I don't blame them for leaving—I'm sick of the cold. They'll come barreling into my life again someday in the future though, I'm sure of it.

Oh…and I know you are all wondering about…well…him. Nothing from him as of yet. I promise you though, when the time does come, you will all be the first to know.

Hold your head up high, turn your face away to the wind, and take the deepest puff of that cigarette as you can. Don't be afraid to take life by the horns and tell it to fuck off. Be the bravest and brightest you can be, and don't be stupid.

Now, at 18 years old, and ready to face my true demons; school, work, and boys….life—I can safely say that I'm ready. And I'll regret nothing along the way.

Thank you all for taking the time to read and review this story. I think it was all of your wonderful comments and reviews that really helped me put the energy into completing it.

I know most of you probably want to rip my head off right now—months without anything from our favorite cynical teenager and chain-smoking demon, and THIS is all I give you?! Such a disappointment, I know.

Oh! But hey? What's this:

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE A KID?!" The dark haired man roared. I looked from the man to Trevor. I shushed Maggie as she attempted to put in her gurgling baby input.

"Did I stutter? I have a daughter!"

"A DAUGHTER?! How old?"

"Seven months."

"SEVEN MONTHS?!"

"…Is there an echo in here? Yes!"

"But…but why?! I thought you fucking loved GUYS!" I blinked in confusion at this. How did this man know Trevor?

"Would you watch your mouth?! I do LIKE men…." Trevor responded, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation. I looked back at the man. My head was going back and forth faster than at a tennis match. I thought this conversation had been about breaking and entering, anyway…..

"Umm…" I mumbled.

"WHAT?!" Both Trevor and the man said in unison, although Trevor's response wasn't quite as loud as the stranger's.

"Who…are you?" I murmured. Trevor sighed.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN!

THE MORE YOU REVIEW THE SOONER YOU WILL FIND OUT WTF THAT IS UP THURR!

Indy