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Amma felt the slap though she continued to cry. The sting felt hot for a second but the loss replaced it. When he was done she looked up at Enzo with anger, tears still streaming down her face.

"Shut the hell up." She snarled at him and moved to stand up but her trembling caused her to stay planted on the ground. "You think. You really think I tried to hurt him? You're such a b*****d Lorenzo. Lorenzo...you'd have been the leader of those damn dogs. Funny how that works, the leader of Sting sitting here breaking down and you haven't killed me yet. Oh yeah, you tried once didn't you? But missed. While I shot Darius for Cherokee, who obviously I never loved and was just trying to destroy him all this time. I, who obviously can't love anyone. Well you know what?" Her eyes glared up at his form on the bed. "All I did was love and care for him too. But what am I supposed to do? I'm the damn leader of a gang. I shouldn't have ever walked up to him that day and said hey. What was I thinking? I knew who he was, I knew who you were, I knew it, yet I continued to jeopardized my life by clinging to some hope that it'd work out. That just maybe gangs weren't as bad as they made themselves out to be. And NEVER NEVER tell me to let this 's**t' go. NEVER TELL ME THAT! NEVER! You, of all people, have no place to tell me to let my son's death go. I love him more than I'll ever love anyone. I loved him. You think I tried to ******** up everything? You're a moron. I'd never be here crying and yelling at you of all people if I hadn't tried to cling to that hope of being happy with him. You need to think ******** TWICE before coming to me and saying to let this GO and blaming me for ******** him up. You'll never know me. Never."

She finally stood up, rubbed at her cheeks and leaned over, beginning to pick up her weapons. "Who was I kidding? Running back here to hopefully come with you guys. Thinking I'd be welcomed. I'm not the only one who ******** things up. We're all to blame here, not just me. I never TRIED to hurt Cherokee. I never TRIED! All I did was love him and I thought leaving him was best...so maybe he'd forget me. But then he told me that wasn't right, so I come here, and that isn't right either. So what is? What is RIGHT?! Nothing?! IS NOTHING RIGHT FOR YOU?! Obviously you two are way too perfect for anything to be right. I don't care if you slap me or kill me anymore. I've tried both ways. One caused pain, the other one caused pain. Nothing will be right will it? Nothing will be good enough. I was stupid enough to think I could be good enough for him. I was stupid. I was stupid enough to cling to whatever hope was left in this world. I was trying so hard to be strong and to come back here, knowing I could very easily be killed. I tried so hard, but trying isn't enough either. Nothing is enough."

She took a step away. "Fine. Fine. I see. It was never meant to be. I see it now. I was meant to stay in Chicago, and when Darius wakes up I can leave with him instead. He at least told me I was good enough for anyone, told me he would stay with me forever. And as far as I know he kept true to his promise. He never broke his promise. And I shot my best friend for something that I couldn't gain, something above me. I don't understand it, I never will. But I don't have to try for him, he always loved me. I was too stupid not to see it. I've said Good Bye to you so many times. Why...why...why did I ever think I could ever get you? I wasn't the one rubbing my face in yours. You were Cherokee. You were. You were the one who came back to me after I told you not to. No one else knows how much I'm gone now. What was left of me was with Justin and you. I have only an eighth of myself left here with you, the rest is gone when all my friends, the closest things to family I had, died or was hurt because of me. I shot one of them for you, doesn't that mean anything? Didn't coming back here mean ANYTHING?! God! I don't know what to do anymore! I tried it all! You told me I never DID anything I ALWAYS DID EVERYTHING! I was trying so hard when I came here. I did everything...everything damn it...I can't keep trying so hard anymore. I can't keep doing this. I have a friend in Chicago who needs me. If it were Enzo you would have done the same thing and YOU DAMN WELL KNOW IT!"

Finally she turned around and walked out the door. "He's all I have left now. And I'm never leaving him for love again. There's no such thing as love is there? I'm FINISHED! Finished trying so hard and in the end just hurting people. I'm finished. Good Bye Yahto. I really love you...I do...but I can't keep trying...I can't...I tried everything and in the end I never was good enough. I just wanted to hear someone say I was good enough...that I was meant for you. But who am I kidding? Maybe...maybe I should have just kept walking that night. Goodbye...you keep Emily safe, don't let her die. You'll end up as empty as I am. As low...no one deserves this. I don't think even I did. But hey, that's what you get sometimes. Life is a b***h. It always was."

With this said she looked over her shoulder and smiled honestly at Cherokee, a light in her eyes. "I'll miss you. But keep the promise you'll find happiness. Keep it." Her body moved from sight and she picked up the other gun, walked down the hall and went into the elevator. She was walking to her death, but death was all she had left now. She was exhausted and broken up from trying so hard to please him that she gave up. It was too much anymore. It always was.

((Hahaha man...she really was trying so hard to prove herself, but in the end...what can ya do? XD *hugs her stupid character* Hmmm what will happen next? Tragedy? Suffering? DEATH?! ;o Dun dun dunnn things are getting juicy now!

Sorry for her rambling...but I really had to try to prove herself worthy in there...and if it did...wonderful...if not...oh wells. Haha it wasn't all HER fault after all. Jeeez Enzo! *pouts* So mean sometimes...not that I don't love him. X3))

((Hahaha I think she took what he said the wrong way. *pats Amma on the head* And he's just lookin' out for his friend, ya know? *wonders if he can explain himself... let's see!*

And I am getting there first, Aka love... I HOPE THAT'S OKAY! *clings to you*))

"I know her son's dead," Enzo muttered, "And I never said for her to forget it. I'd NEVER say something like that." He lifted his arm and let it fall to his side. "I said she needs to stop dwelling on it... To let it all GO. I can tell you that clinging to anything as hard as she is... As I've done, causes nothing but more PAIN. You can keep loving someone who's dead, without beating yourself up as if it were your fault." Enzo looked over to Amma, eyes hard, but understanding, "FORGIVE yourself, would ya?"

He slowly sat up, rubbing his hands on the sides of his face. "I never wanted to be the leader of that stupid Pack. Guess why I LEFT?" The comment about him trying to kill her once... It hurt. It really did. "I never tried to kill you. I-" his voice broke slightly, "Cherokee and I know just how bad I am with a gun. How fugging PANICKED I get over the most stupid things. It was an accident, Amma. Just like a lot of things that have happened. We've all made some mistakes, but if we're ever going to get out of this rut, we have to let forgiveness in there SOMEWHERE, yeah?" He watched her gather her weapons, watched her chew him out, and watched her walk out the door.

Sighing, he climbed to his feet and rushed out after her, catching the elevator doors just as they were closing. He didn't care if she'd point a gun in his face - she probably would - but he couldn't see her leave again... Not because he wanted her there, but because he knew Cherokee needed her.

"Amma," He gave an unintentional laugh, "You're doing it again. Running away to something worse." the man raised a finger, hoping she'd hear him out. At least he had her cornered in an elevator. "I can't say I know how you're feeling. Most of my life, I've had no one. Why do you think I called a whore on those late, lonely nights? Cherokee's had no one too. Just Emily. And it looks like you've hopped into the same sorry boat. But at a greater cost. I can't fathom what it's like to have a kid, and him dying has to hurt, yeah? But ya know, leaving again... You're going to hurt Cherokee almost as bad. This past year Amma, you shoulda seen him. He was empty. Emily knew something was wrong too." He took a deep breath, slowly letting it out through his nose. His foot started to tap. "I really hate you for that. I do. To see such a strong man brought to his knees so quickly is painful to watch. And now, you're leaving again. Amma, I don't think Cherokee can take it. His body might be back in that room, but his soul's shattered. I don't think he even wants to try and pick up the pieces."

Frowning, he gestured for Amma to step back out into the hallway. "They'll kill you, ya know. IF you go down there. You don't have to. And you DON'T have to leave most of yourself with your dead friends. Don't ever forget them, but unless you plan on joining them real soon, you're just tearing yourself apart. That's all I was trying to say, yeah? I don't want you to forget them, or your son. But, and I know I'm gonna sound cliche, don't you think they'd want you to be a whole person here? You've still got one someone left, and I think he needs you," He paused, "ALL of you."

Enzo lifted his hand from the door and stepped back, "Shoot me if you want, but I think you should know, one of the guys you beat up at my house... He said they were gonna off Darius. The way he talked, it had probably already been done. Maybe, Amma, just maybe this means you should stick around here, yeah? It's your choice, but I couldn't live with myself if I knew I was the one who ran you out of my best friend's life, even if sometimes, I think it'd be better if you left. That's not my decision to make, is it?

"Bee will probably talk Cherokee into going after you, but ya know, I don't know if this time he'll be able to come. He promised his daughter he wouldn't leave again. Couldn't. And I don't think he will. How about this time, make it so he doesn't have to choose. So he doesn't have to rip himself apart to come and find you again, yeah?" Giving a little half-wave and only about a quarter of a smile, he stood as the doors slid shut, and walked back into the hotel room, looking quite weary.

His knuckle had made it back into his mouth, and with a grunt, he let himself fall face-first into the bed, quite decidedly not moving from that spot. From his comforter-muffled position, he uttered, "Well Cherokee, I tried."

((Haha okay, I think that gives enough leeway for Bee/Cherokee to like, talk... And for Amma to decide things, and for Cherokee to decide things.. And I seriously hope I didn't like, IMPEDE ON ANYONE'S TERRITORY! *Flops over*))

((haha oh my goodness you GUYS! Stop trying to make her come back! XDD I really want her to get beat up and stuff. Hahaha. It sounds HORRIBLE! But jeez...She hasn't gotten to get into a good fight since the rp started. XD ))

Amma jumped slightly when a pair of hands held back the elevator doors. By this time the tears had stopped. They didn't stop because she stopped crying, but because her body was exhausted to put effort into producing tears. Like a child that falls asleep after putting up a big fuss. When she saw it was Enzo she snarled at him, the sound of a broken dog.

"Go the HELL away. You can't stop me anymore." She snapped at him but was stopped as he begin talking. They were alike, the two of them, in that way. Talking and talking without letting the other squeeze in. If she had been in a better mood she would have laughed or even smiled at this fact. That if they had never met, he would have been her biggest enemy in Chicago. It was an amusement only one like themselves would understand. Maybe that was why they were leaders, ex-leaders, or was-going-to-be-leaders.

His words were understandable, and if she had any hope left to cling onto she would have walked back to the room with him and laughed the whole thing off. She left that person back in Chicago, the person she really was. That person had been strong and humorous. But it was gone, and she truly thought it would never come back.

Before Enzo could leave however she snatched his hand and held him back. "Wait." She hissed and put something into his hand, closing it around it. "Give this to your girl. That's all we really want you know. Girls just want someone to say their beautiful. They won't believe anyone but that special guy. Tell her she's beautiful and give this to her. She loves you, I can tell, and I think...I think you two are better with this than I was." Giving him a full smile she patted the man on the back.

"I'm a stubborn b***h Enzo. People have told me I'm one of the most selfish people in the universe. I am selfish. I really am, and I love it. Sometimes it's better to be selfish. But...it may sound foolish or embarassing to say this, but I always wanted to think of you as my friend. Ya know? Anyways...go on now." She grinned at him and let him walk away.

She had given him the ring Joker had given to her. The ring she could no longer bare to look at, knowing she had caused him pain when she had given it to the nurse. Hopefully though Joker could some how give those two happiness with that ring. Hopefully Joker's hard earned money would give those two, who she knew loved each other as much as she loved Cherokee, happiness.

Just before the doors closed her phone run and she yelped in surprise and stumbled out of the elevator. For that brief second she had gotten used to the silence and the noise scared her. "GOD DAMN IT! Jesus!" She yelled at nothing and took a deep breath as she leaned against the wall of the hallway and answered the phone.

"Amma? Where the hell are you?" Adam came from the other line with absolute worry.

"Oh...hey..." She said tiredly and rubbed at her moist cheeks. "I'm at a motel. Dirty place..." she said slowly.

"...are you alright?"

"Never been better!" She said with fake happiness and pulled at her hair. "Of course I'm not alright! God Adam, I'm so confused."

"Did you run after him?"

"Yes."

"God Amma..."

"Basically I ran to something I can't have."

"Amma you're stupid."

"I'm stupid."

"Yeah, you can have anything you want. Especially you of all people. You're the most hard headed person I know. Look, you get anything you want."

"Oh boy, don't be preacher here Adam. I'm finished with this crap. It's a total waste. Love is a total waste. I don't deserve it."

"Amma, you deserve more than you give yourself credit for. It's HIM you doesn't deserve YOU."

"That's not what they said."

"They're a bunch of punks."

"Adam..."

"No no, don't say anything. You let these people push you around and tell you you're dirt. Well you're not. You need to go back there and show them whose boss."

"Whatever." She groaned though she couldn't help but smile at the determination in her brother's voice.

"Yeah. You go over to that little b*****d and give him a big dose of Amma. You tell him that you're worth everything, and you really should have him, but since he's there you'll take him anyways. Tell him he doesn't deserve you, but you'll give him it anyways because that's what YOU want. You're doing it for YOURSELF!"

"...Adam, god, you're like a kid."

"I'm a kid? You're the kid Amma. What happened to the girl who went around having fun and partying all the time? You think Justin and Joker want you to be sad all the time? Hey chica, you go back there and tell him whose boss."

"Adam, stop talking. You're going to make me throw up."

"You're making ME throw up, always so depressed."

Amma laughed sadly and looked down the hall. "Fine. FINE! God, you're a moron."

"And after that you have to come back here...it's Darius..."

"Oh god."

"His hand moved."

Amma's eyes widened and she almost felt her heart stop. "What?!"

"He's gaining conciousness."

"He's not...knocked off?"

"What?"

"He's not dead?"

"I'm here right now by him...no he isn't."

"Oh my god..." Before Adam could talk anymore she laughed and closed the phone. She felt her body burst on fire, life filling her cheeks. The sudden overwhelming hope and joy that took her was shocking. It only took those few words about her best friend and she changed completely. That had been the first falling over her character, Darius' sleep. It had been the foundation of the guilt and depression. Now that it was gone she felt an extreme sense of lightness fill her up. What little it took to make a woman happy. She ran back into the room. She was smiling and tears filled her eyes again, this time not from pain.

"...Big Guy...he's...Darius he's...oh my god...Haha, oh man, what have I done to myself? I'm never doing that AGAIN! I can't take that type of self-pity anymore. How stupid!" She laughed and walked over to Cherokee, wrapping her arms around him tightly and shaking her head. After gaining control over her emotions she let go and stood up. "Now you listen to me. ALL of you! I've made a fool of myself and I'm not letting you guys throw me around telling me he deserves better, because honestly, I'm the best. Better than all of you. That's right, I'm worth so much more than any of you give me credit for. I deserve this stupid man, maybe more, but I'm settling with him."

She took a large breath and pointed at Cherokee like a trophy. "I was stupid to let you two tell me otherwise because honestly you're the stupidest people I've met, worthless really. So you listen to me you bunch of dogs. I'm going to let him have me, even if he doesn't deserve something worth so much more. I'll settle." Her face was full of determination and she looked back to Cherokee.

"And you, you stupid worthless man, you better be the happiest man in the world after having someone as wonderful as myself give me to you. Got that bub? Because if you aren't happy with me, than I'm really leaving REALLY. Next time it won't be some device to get you all to worry about me. Next time it will be real. So if you don't cheer up when I'm here, then you REALLY aren't worth my time." Giving out a little sneer she put her hands on her hips and positioned herself, looking like a cocky little girl.

"Now then, what are you waiting for? You're supposed to come over here and play tonsil hockey with me. Who cares if the girl watches, she'll do it too one day. And honestly, I really need this right now. And after we give each other a big sexy kiss. We're going back to Chicago, I am anyways. He's waking up, and I swear if I'm not there I'll hold a grudge against all of you, even the kid, for keeping me away from that lug. I promised I'd be there when he woke up and I keep promises for that guy. So now then, come over here Big Guy, you don't know if I'll run away again. Eh? I might just be a figment of your imagination since you know you love me so much you'd be stupid enough to imagine me. So come over here and make sure I'm not your imagination." The cat like grin on her face was back. The normal, playful, cocky, and loud nature that had left her for nearly two years was back. She wanted to make sure everyone knew that she was back for good.

(( XD What a change of attitude...god she's got like multiple personalties...or bipolar or something. But there...I still need some fight when those guys waiting for them though...don't think they aren't leaving them be.

But man, I was getting tired of writing such depressing things, so I had to get her normal self back. So it wouldn't be as depressing to write her posts. :[ ))

Enzo muttered lightly when Bee sat next to him, but that turned into a very forced and uncontrolable grunt when Cherokee sat on him. He was quite sure he heard his spine snap, and wiggled comically beneath the hulk of a man, trying his best to breath and/or not have a lung punctured by a twisted rib.

He twisted around to catch Cherokee's gaze, and as he tried to wriggle his way out from underneath him, he frowned, "Yeah, I tried. Not for her, for you, yeah?" His fist tightened for a moment around the ring in his hand. He wasn't sure what to do with it... "Because right now, I just about hate her, Cherokee. And she deserved that hit. More than that, if you ask me..." Then again... She said she'd wanted to be friends... He was quite sure he'd never quite understand her.

The junkie took a deep though labored breath and gave up on trying to free himself. They both knew he was too weak and small to do much about it. "You're fat." He muttered, flopping once more face down into the covers.

"But, if Amma'll make you happy, then I'll suck it up and deal with her. Just don't expect her to be invited to any of my parties." Enzo gave a crooked sort of smile, one that laced his words, somehow figuring Cherokee was feeling a bit better... Perhaps Beatrix had said something to him after all.

He continued muttering something into the old-smelling fabric, stopping only when Amma burst into the room, crying (again... Enzo thought) but a smile on her dark face. He lifted his head to watch her hug Cherokee, make sure Emily was asleep, then start kissing him. Frowning (and rather confused, actually) he looked at Bee, hoping SHE'D have some explination, despite the fact HE had been the one who talked to her only moments previous.

A bit of a smile drew itself across Enzo's face and he sat up (Cherokee had finally removed himself from his back), an odd look on his face. She was a completely different woman, Amma was; much brighter. Enzo knew it hadn't been his words that changed her so. So what was it?

He pondered this as Amma explained to them all that she would damn well get what she wanted, and wouldn't take any crap about it (whether or not it had been given) either. Ah hah. It was Darius...

So they hadn't offed him then. Enzo again felt that pang of guilt over what he'd done; perhaps he'd talk to Bee in private soon about it. It was gnawing at his insides more and more as the heroin's effects wore off. "He's alive," It really wasn't a question. In all honesty, he didn't want to go back to Chicago. And they needed to leave this town too. They had some leeway when it came to the cops finding them; the town was so small and far-spread that it'd be a while before anyone even found anything wrong. It'd probably be the paper boy early the next morning, or perhaps, with an unlucky glance in the window, the mail carrier.

Enzo climbed, if not a bit unsteadily, to his feet and took a deep breath, straightening his shirt and running a hand through his hair. He quickly pocketed the ring he'd had in his hand and cleared his throat, "Either way, we need to leave town. Permanently. Things are gonna go real bad if we don't get outta here, yeah? So let's pack up, drive out to a couple towns over, ditch the car, buy some tickets under a fake name, and get the hell away from all of this." He looked over at Amma, "We can go see the big dog, but Amma, I can't stay in Chicago too long. I CAN'T, and I won't. You get that, yeah? No MORE of it."

((haha theeeere... And dude, we realyl should end this soon... I mean, it's been crazy fun, but like... There's only so much torment/torture I"m willing to put my characters throught... It's too painful otherwise. O.o))

((OMG WOO'S POSTS!!!!!! *does a butt wiggle dance and types*

and hahaah, yeeeah... omg, like, I love these guys and all... but I don't wanna kill the feeling if we drag this out too long. Oh man. That'd suck. We can do a nice little... eeeepilouge. or something of that naaaature. MMM :9))

Cherokee didn't seem to notice or seem to care that his frail friend was struggling beneath him. He set his chin in his open palm and stared thoughtfully into space. Beatrix was set into a fit of mad silent laughter and flopped back on the matress at the very sight of the two.

At Enzo's words he seemed more adamant about removing himself from Enzo's person. "You might hate her, but she didn't deserve that." He said back evenly, his intense eyes catching Enzo's own. "She deserves..." He paused, that thoughtful look crossing his face again. "Everything I can't give her."

Beatrix paused in her laughing fit long enough to say: "Enzo should ALWAYS be ontop." Before succumbing to her own laughter once more.

Cherokee flashed her a smile and wiggled his rear.

Emily stirred sleepily, but became more awake at the sight of Enzo struggling. "ENZ!" She said in a horrified voice and glared at her father with her face swollen with passed shed tears. "You ARE too fat! You cruuushing Uncle Enz you big JERK!"

Beatrix laughed all the more harder, hugging Emily to her chest.

"It's not FUNNY! He'll turn into a pancake!" She hollered, floundering her arms to attempt to get to her beloved uncle. "I don't WANT an uncle pancake!"

Cherokee looked at his friend at his next words and smiled, a truly soft and grateful smile. "... You're too good to me." He said lowly. And he would have said more, he would have told him everything that came to mind when he thought of a friend like Enzo, but Cherokee was Cherokee and instead he said what he had to say by saying nothing at all.

When Amma burst into the room Cherokee was startled to his feet, eyes staring. She was hugging him before he oriented himself to believe she was actually in the room. He opened his arms in surprise, arms somehow comprehending the full idea of a hug before his mind even began to come to terms.

Beatrix smiled. Emily stared at Amma with curious eyes, still red and sleepy from crying.

When Amma backed up he finally heard what she had said. Darius, he was alive. A rare smile spread across his face. It looked relieved and he would have said so, and maybe would have said more, but Amma talked on. She told them how foolish she had acted and how she was actually better than all of them. His smile broadened, but somehow he still found his feet planted in place. It wasn't until he was directly addressed that a wide smile spread across his face and he ran to her. He was kissing her before he even had his arms around her.

Emily blanched and hid her face in Beatrix's stomach. "Ewwwww." Was her only comment on the whole scene.

Beatrix tilted her head to the side. "... How come YOU never kiss me like that?" She asked of Enzo, a joke in her tone. "... Holy hell he really... wow. He must... I've never seen a man KISS that well before. Honestly, Enzo. Take lessons."

It seemed Cherokee had taken that 'big sexy kiss' comment to heart. Or it might have just been the fact he had missed her far more than he knew he could have missed anyone.

"I'm pretty damned lucky you settled for me." He breathed into her ear when he was done, a titled smile on his face.

((hahaha... hahahahaha HA. I just crack myself up. SERIOUSLY. The end though. THE FRIGGIN. END. Not like... you know what I mean... LALALALALALA!!!!!))

((Okay, sorry guys... Haha I just... Don't know what to write...))

"No, no I think she deserved that. For something she did at least. Your girlfriend's not exactly a little angel, yeah?" Enzo said with a laugh, hoping his friend would know he was joking.

"I don't want to be an uncle pancake either!" Enzo managed, as Cherokee finally lifted himself from the man's back in order to face-suck Amma.

Enzo raised an eyebrow at Bee's comment, "I suppose I'll find a leech then. They're good at that sort or thing, right?" He threw a thumb in Cherokee's direction, then ruffled Emily's hair.

Once all the banter was done between lovers (Something that somehow highly amused Enzo), Amma suggested they leave. It made him frown. Had she not heard a word he'd said? He didn't want to stay long, nor see Darius. She may like him like a brother, but Enzo had hated him, and for good reason. He wasn't about to change that simply because his best friend was in love with Amma. Amma was Amma, not Darius.

So, he got to his feet, dusted off his horribly wrinkled shirt, walked over to Bee, got so close their noses were almost touching, and said brightly, "I'll race you to the car. This time, I won't hold back." And he quite amusingly started traipsing out the door, knowing full well he'd be beaten - if not by Bee or Emily, then by those waiting in the parking lot for Amma. But hell, he didn't care. He was high, trying to forget just what it was he did... And the thought of that ring in his pocket... It made him feel strange. He wasn't sure he wanted to give it to Bee... It was a ring that held too much past... But the idea...

He'd have to think on it.

((THERE! Haha it SUCKS oh MAN why does it SUCK SO MUCH?! *cries in her emo!corner* Oh well... I HAVE POSTED! Let's get things MOVING so we can make them HAPPY and END it! YES! ))

((Hahaha. Alright so here's what I'm THINKING. I don't really want to go through any more fights or drama or anything, meaning I really want to call this sucker done. So here's what we'll do.

With my post I'll get them out there, and hint to a starting fight with the guys. Though we really won't act it out. And after that I'll make them leave to Chicago

After that we don't need to go into details about what's happened. So I'll move it onto maybe like...say...two years later? That sounds good to have them stabilized somewhere. Then we can make a few more posts about how their lives have turned out.

AND BAM THIS SUCKER'S DONE! I just want to get it done because of Lala's new rp starting...we'll eventually forget to post to ONE of these...and I don't want to be in fault of this. So yes...here goes nothing.

And also I'm going to make Cherokee and Amma have their own house, while Bee and Enzo have one as well. Just because it seems best...XD ))

Amma watched as Enzo ran out of the room. Everything seemed perfect to her now. Even though the gut wrenching pain still inside of her, the pain of her loss and broken heart. Even though it was still there and would always be, she felt something holding that heart together, the feeling everything would be better, that was what was holding it together. She knew she'd never get her two favorite people back, but they'd always watch over her.

Her thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind as she felt Cherokee grab onto her hand and tug her out the door. He was moving slightly at a fast pace for his daughter and Amma had to do it as well to keep him from dragging her.

"No." She muttered with a slight smile at him. "We'll blow them off. WE will. And after this we won't have to worry anymore. I promise." She grinned, her smile full of promise. Finally as they got outside Amma looked to the side, three gazes falling upon her. She didn't care anymore what they'd do. This was her last worry about fighting. She was sure of it.

----Lalaalala fighting and going to Chicago YEAH!----

It was over. Her past was over, their past was over, and it was so much better now. To her at least, everything was so much more colorful, so much livelier. They had gotten away from those three guys easily and have finished them off before they were finished themselves. It was amazing how fast they had gotten to Chicago. When Amma had gotten to the hospital she left the others to see Darius. When she had seen him she felt as though she cried for hours on his chest. It was even more amazing how easy it had been to get him out of the hospital and her own education switched to a medical college in California where Adam had allowed them to live in his place until they found a place of their own.

Now they were living on their own. Adam still lived in his nice house, still single, though now dating a young woman who owned her own advertising company. Darius now lived in a reasonably sized apartment with his wife Lacey Lace, though now the group called her Julie, for their own sanity, or at least Amma's. Julie was now pregnant with a baby boy. Being 8 months pregnant turned out to be more troublesome to Darius than Julie. Darius continued to want to pamper Julie and continued to be over protective, wearing himself out faster than the woman.

The others. Amma found the perfect house, very close to Darius and Adam, in between the two. It was also a neighbor to Enzo and Beatrix's own place. She had complained about this for a while to Cherokee, saying they'd be interrupted all the time when wanting to do, more private things, though she finally put up with this fact. It was one story though Amma was never one to settle for something so simple, she did on the house. It had a decent sized back-yard, since she had found a young dog on their way back to Adam's and demanded she keep it. She named it Joker.

Now Amma stood in the front yard in a slight daze. She had on a pair of black and white slacks with matching jacket and white button-up shirt. She had just gotten back from her final exam at college and passed with flying colors. A few of her friends from college had tried to get her to go to a near-by bar to party their soon to be graduate status, but she insisted on going straight home to tell Cherokee how she had done.

Her blue and green eyes starred out into the neighborhood. She watched as a blue car trailed by and a few children squeal with laughter as they shot eachother with water-guns. The lazy spring days of childhood, she still wished she could have experienced it, but she didn't care as much as she used to. A brown hand moved up to long, curling locks of black hair, highlighted with dark red and brown.

After moving her hair behind her ear she grabbed open the mailbox and took the mail in her free arm. (The other was holding her brief-case.) She turned her head as a child yelled her name.

"HEY AMMA!" The tan kid yelled from across the street, a large smile showed off two missing front teeth.

"Oh, hey, what's up? Your mom need something?" She asked, her voice velvety smooth and just as strong as it ever was.

"Noooooo." He groaned, tilting his weight from foot to foot.

"Then what is it?"

"Well...are you going to be my doctor now?"

"Oh. That." She laughed at him and shrugged. "Depends, do you like scary doctors? My needles tend to get large sometimes."

"...well...if YOU'RE my scary doctor. YEAH!"

"Then yes, I'm your new doctor." At this the kid laughed and turned around to go tell this news to his one year older sister who was drawing on the sidewalk with some chalk. Amma's smile broadened at the kid's excitement. She was really going to be a pediatrician...how long she had dreamed of the day to open her own practice. Her concentration then shifted to the small house and she put on a very believable glare, angry frown, and tensed body. She wanted to trick him, she wanted to trick the Big Guy into thinking she failed.

She opened up the door and put her briefcase down on the floor next to her sandals. Her eyes moved to the hallway, waiting for him or Emily to come wandering to see who it was. Upon a couple seconds of emptiness she furrowed her brows.

"I'M HOME! GOD! YOU'D EXPECT AT LEAST A LITTLE KISS OR HUG OR SOMETHING! Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice living with you two." She said loudly and turned to walk into the kitchen. "But I guess I'm not important enough. I should probably leave." Her hands grabbed onto the faucet, turned it on and then grabbed a glass from the drying rack.

"I just had my final. I thought I'd get a party or something. But I know I know, I'm not enough for you." She continued on with her pity act. Drinking down a gulp she leaned against the counter and watched the hallway again, waiting for someone to come and visit her or greet her, or some sort of inclination they were actually here and she wasn't talking to herself.

((Hah, there. Hopefully it still lives you guys to make up stuff and do whatever the heck you want to do.))