The Runouw.com connection-Ridder might be done this year!

[MessengerOfDreams]

First, read the whole fanfic to get a feel for it.

You ever watch a DVD and hate the ending, then you get to the extras and watch an alternate ending to the story, and you like it? I am giving you the chance to write YOUR final chapter to MY story. My only requirements are that it end at the Oregon Health and Science University, (AND I DO RECOMMEND WIKIPEDIAING IT) and that it be PG at the best. Good luck.

Oh, and did I mention that the winner is in charge of my sequel?

[Ridder]

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INTRO
WARNING:ME IS SO SARI, BUT SOMEONE SET YOUR DVD UP WITH THE BOMB.
Me: WHAT YOU SAY?
*DVD explodes*
Okay people.....so uh, my DVD is busted.....probably shouldn't be watching movies when I have to stop someone bombing OHSU.......so uh, bye....
I finished talking to my imaginary friend, it was kind of stupid to have one really, well actually, I had many, they were all named after our usernames and stuff....okay, I'll stop talking about that now....Is it okay if I just talk to you?

I was already dressed for the cold afternoon, so I opened the door, and for some strange reason, I took a peek through it before going outside. I don't want my house bombed now.

Chapter 9
I met up with Mic and Sam in an abandoned house outside OHSU, we were going to discuss things over before we do anything stupid.
But it was a bit too late for that.
"Mic......you aren't in your underwear, are you?" I admit, he was wearing something oddly similar to his underpants.
"What? No, these are specially designed pants from the Netherlands, designed to prevent heat loss and gain a certain amount of energy in my legs, oh of course it's my underwear, what did you think?" He proceeded to pose in a strange fashion.
Okay, so I let my imagination get the better of me.
What really happened was that Mic, Sam (In a wheelchair) and for some strange reason,Nicholas, saw me and then they proceeded to laugh. I was wearing a pair of pink pants and a pink jacket.
"Hey, stop laughing, I'm several years older than you two." I fought with that against MIC and Sam.
"Only by a year." Sam retaliated.
Ooh, darn it. He's too good when it comes to fighting with words.
"Okay, let's just get started with this." I said, starting to feel a sense of Deja Vu.
Then Mic started, "Started? Ema, we're almost done tal-"
"DON'T say it.please." I didn't want to be reminded about how the guys start things and almost finish without me.
"Alright then.....Well, I searched the Yoga Studio when you left, and here's what I got." Sam looked down at a laptop sitting on his, well, lap.
"As it turns out, there is a piece of glass that was on the floor." Sam scanned his laptop as if it was book, eyes shifting from left and right.
"and how does that change anything?" I asked Sam, a bit confused.
"It's special glass that only comes from Tokyo." Sam said, dead serious.

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I was still a bit confuzed, so I asked again, "What does that mean? What does it change?" I rambled on and pestered Sam with more questions. "Ugh......Okay, so remember how Rick went to Tokyo? The glass must mean he was somehow involved in the kidnapping of Benjamin Button, lol. Pete Jacob-Ellis." Sam explained to me as if I were an 8 year old or something, seriously, I was like, 365< days older than this guy, and he acts like I'm his daughter.....Uh, okay.....you can forget that, right?
"So here's the plan, Nico over here will take his bombs and go plant them in the places he was told to plant them, We, and when I mean we, I mean you and Mic, go try and disarm the bombs without anybody seeing us, Nico will detonate the bombs, but he won't blow up OHSU because the bombs will be unable to react, and then, we find Rick Stevens, if there's glass from Tokyo, then he must also be here, and he might be near to check on our little terrorist over here." Sam explained in full.
"Yeah. I am so terrifying. >_>" Nicholas then did what bears did and made himself look bigger, instead of holding his arms high, he held his breath and pumped his cheat out.
"What? That's it? what kind of a plan is that?" I asked, I mean, it seemed to me that that was no kind of plan at all, in fact, I was going to call Bull on that. But then, I realized, I didn't have anything better.

Sam saw it in my face. "That's right, Think about it, and weep. Why don't you come up with your own master plan?" He said mockingly.
"Because...........shut up." That's all I could come up with.
He couldn't do anything else but grin.
So yeah, we stood outside the OHSU hospital while Nico went in to set up the bombs, 'Ol Mic, the one who doesn't follow the "Don't Taze Me Bro" rule, and the woman in her terrifying pink clothing. What? It wasn't pink originally, geez, don't judge me.

CHAPTER 9 END.

Chapter 10-Ze End is nigh.

(Pumped on over to another source)
So, to make it look like we weren't in with Nicholas or anything, I suggested to Ema, like a gentleman, that we head on over to Buffy's room. "Hey fartface, let's go visit Buffy." Ema just responded, "What did you call m-" But before she could finish, I pulled her in the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor
Like I said, a total gentleman.

Outside the hospital was freakin' cold, inside that elevator was no better, even with the sudden lift giving a strange feeling in my legs, it still felt colder than the bucket of water Sam splashed all over me and Ema in the interrogation room. Oh yeah, that moment.........It wasn't Ema's fault, it was as if some greater force took hold of her and made her do those things that only a sloppy cop would do. I thought more about what happened that day, until I heard the ding of the elevator reaching it's requested floor.The only sounds I heard as we got out of that cold box was Ema's frequent coughing and the chatter of people below us. I wish I was down there, because the floor up here was getting to be so very cold.

We were almost there, I pulled Ema along and turned a corner, the next thing I knew, I had bumped into a large man of about 20, he was all covered in doctor's garb, so he must have been a doctor. With my graceful manner, I said "'Scuse me, got a patient to visit."
"Hah, I should be saying that to you. I'd ban you for stealing my line." Those were the doctor's last few words as he scurried off to wherever he was going, it was strange, what he said, I mean. A ban? Isn't that like what a moderator does? Wait....moderator? So, losing my momentum, I turned around and tried to chase after the man, but the moment I turned around to look for him, he was gone, the strange thing was, it was a straight hallway.

So, off we went to visit our beloved Buffy, I was deep in question as to who that was I bumped into, We were chasing a phantom killer who destroyed an internet forum, and here a guy was talking like a moderator......this was getting to be a strange situation.
That's when I tripped again, this time, it wasn't over a jacket again, it was over something else, and what's worse, we had just reached Buffy's room, what was worse about that? Well, I didn't land on the floor and make a total fool of myself, no, my head fell on something soft that broke my fall, I'd rather not say, since you might have children who could read this, or you are a child yourself, you know, after all this is done, we should try to get to know each other, but for now...


"Mic? Well this is a lovely way to greet an injured woman." Buffy said, staring down at me.
My face landed somewhere on Buffy, of where, I can't say, of how hard Ema laughed, I couldn't get out of my mind. Let's just skip all of this, shall we?
Get your popcorn ready, because this is going to take a while.
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"Well, what are you doing here anyways? Aren't you guys supposed to be catching a criminal mastermind or something?" Buffy asked.
After correcting my balance, I had realized we hadn't told Buffy anything about our plan. "Oh yeah, um, well, we're taking a little break! Isn't that right, Ema?" I put on a weak smile and she says "What Mic? Shouldn't we, like tell-OOF," Before she could finish that sentence, I shoved my elbow into her stomach. "Yeah...yeah....just taking a break." She says. bent over the pain.
"The Law never takes a break." Buffy tells us, as if we didn't know. "So Buffy....how are you coping with the missing leg?" I said as I lay my hand where Buffy's other leg should be. She smiled.
"Oh, I'm actually doing pretty fine, I wish I were with you guys though." Buffy's smile slowly turned into a frown.
"You miss how our clever humor and witty epigram used to spice up your life?" I asked, a bit, uh.........cocky and smug.
"No, the food here's terrible." She explained, forcing this moment into an akward silence as Ema burst into a fit of giggles and shizzes.
Well, we just stood there for a while, waiting for something to happen, then out of nowhere, something started talking.
Early one Mornin' the sun was Shinin', I was layin' in bed, wond' rin' if she'd changed at all if her head was still red.

"What? It's still red." Ema responded to the headless voice.The sound was coming from my pocket, or to be more precise, my cellphone.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a steel gray color smartphone and pressed the talk button with the phone against my ear.
"Hello? Who is this?" I asked, I hadn't checked the Caller ID. "It's me, Nico, listen, I just set up three bomb in the hospital, you'd better hurry up and go do something about it, it's already been four minutes, leaving only sixteen minutes left." The call ended, and I started to sweat.
Time seemed to slow down, my heartbeat filled my ears, as I slowly put away my phone.

I made a try to make no expression, but the way Buffy and Ema were looking at me told me I was really FALEING.
I swallowed a drop of nervousness lumped in my throat, and it took me a while, but I said "B-B-Buffy, I'm sorry, bubububut, uh, we have to go." I slowly took a step back, tugging on Ema's arm. "Ema, come on!" I whispered to her through gritted teeth.

"Okay, let's go." She took a slow stroll to the doorway, with me in tow.
Oh dear god, a sissy of a 20-year old and a 14 year old are going to have to disarm three bombs scattered around a large hospital in less than 16 minutes.
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Chapter -11-


I eyed a monitor showing what was happening in OHSU Hospital, I mainly kept my eye on the video feed showing a fully grown woman and a teenager run through hallways and corners, they disappeared from the sight of one camera to the next. I chuckled at their futile attempt to foil my plans.
"Looks like our friends are on the move.......they deserve a little show........don't you agree.........Superyoshi?"


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CHAPTER FOR EMA'S POINT.

I looked at the people we ran by for a sign of peculiarity, no one so far looked like they would want to blow this place up. I even felt sorry for some crippled people, they couldn't be able to be wheel out of here before it blew up.
I then turned my attention towards Mic, he was a little hot headed, so I'm sure he hasn't thought of it.
"Mic, where are we going?" As soon as I said that, he stopped short in his tracks. I knew I should have asked him this before we started running.
He paused for a bit, and turned back towards me. "Well.......that's....uh.....future knowledge....."............Wow, just wow.
Suddenly we heard Mic's ringtone again.

Early one Mornin' the sun was Shinin', I was layin' in bed, wond' rin' if she'd changed at all if her head was still red.

I like that song. I really do.
So he went and jammed his hand into his pocket, pulling out his Smartphone again. He pressed the phone against his ear and went on to talk out loud, "Huh? Uh-huh, okay, gotcha." He ended the call and focused his sight on his phone. I asked him "What are you doing, and who was that?" He just responded as he started walking again "Nico gave emailed me a map of where he planted the bombs, we only need to follow the map, and bingo, we have........" He stopped talking and his face turned grim. He turned his head towards me and told me "Two bombs. we have two active bombs in the hospital." I couldn't see what was so bad about that, until I asked him "What's so bad about that? We can disarm them." Two seemed like such a small number, like the band of heroes going off to save Oregon, but the next words he passed on to me cut me like the Joker and a Violin.....okay, bad analogy, but you get the idea.
"It's been a minute already, and even though there are only two, the bombs are on two separate floors."
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You know, I would have asked, the old what difference does that make question, but I knew how these smartphone maps worked, They don't show layers.
We were back on running, this time, to the elevators. While we were getting close to the elevators, I came up with a plan "You go check the upper floors, I'll check the lower ones. Get someone to help if you can, but no one who looks too suspicious." I was about to go on with my idea when we arrived at the near the elevators, a noise sounded off and the doors slid open, we were about to run in, but before we could, something happened.
Suddenly, the metal boxes suddenly fell, it took a while before we heard the crash of the box smashing against the ground. Well great, just great. The bomber knew we were here.

We would have taken the other elevator, had it not been out of order. That changed the plans up a bit. "Okay, Mic, change of plans, head for the stairs and make sure you don't get distracted by anything, Here-" I quickly whipped out two small sheets of paper, it was an old fashioned map of the OHSU Hospital floors 1 and 2, Hey, I don't come unprepared you know. I told Mic "Get a marker and circle the places where the bombs might be. I'll go check them." We were bear a desk with a cup filled with pencils, it wasn't the same as a marker, but it worked. He quickly marked the Women's bathroom, and some other places I was not sure of.I quickly memorized the map, the locations, the turns, pretty much everything, and stuffed the paper into my jacket's pocket, Mic and I knuckle-touched and wished each other good luck, and the race had started.
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(THE STUFF THAT HAPPENED BEFORE JUST HAPPENED)
"Wonderful, Simply wonderful, they are doing their best.......which makes it so much easier to squash them later..........would you give them a little push to try a bit harder......yes you, why do you think I was pointing at you? Ugh.....sometimes, I wonder why I bother to keep your big brother alive."

There, you guys happy now? I got more of it in.
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Over to Omnivalent over here.
....You know, the kind Yaweh is?

Ema had reached the bathrooms doors, and rushed in.Luckily, when Ema entered, no one was using it at the time, and to make sure no one came in, she locked the door. She checked everywhere she thought the bomb would be, the stalls, the urinals, the sinks, inside the soap dispensers, even inside some things that were unspeakable of. "Yaweh curse it! Where could it be?" She looked around, and eventually settled for resting on the sinks, as soon as the noise of her running around had stopped, a beeping had been heard, and Ema looked up.
Above her was a ticking bomb set to detonate in less than ten minutes.


Mic Davis had better luck, for his bomb was plainly visible, the only problem being was that it was out of his reach, yes, for a fourteen year old, he was probably the smallest. The bomb was within length of a fully grown man's reach, but being only 4'11" could be counted as "Not a fully grown man". Mic took into consideration Ema's advice, and decided, against his better judgment, not saying he had good judgment at all, to seek help from the Doctor he bumped into. After all, he was approaching Mic without really knowing he was there. Mic quickly ran towards the man and "accidentally" bumped into him, causing them both to uncontrollably fall to the ground. Once again, like a gentleman as he says, he asks the man "Hey you! Do you think you could help me out a bit?". All the man could say was "Well, how rude." the man got up to his feet and dusted off his clothes, then when he took a better look at the little kid who'd bumped into him, he realized who he was. The man was starting to sweat like a pig in an oven along with a little stuttering in his speech. "U-U-U-Uhhhhh, No, I'm sorry, I can't help you, I'm uh, rather busy right now." DoctorMan *insert Megaman boss music here* was trying to get away, but Mic quickly grabbed his leg, causing him to trip, while Mic got up. From the ground, Mic looked quite tall and.....frightening, actually. "Listen loser, I know who really are, so why don't you just quit the act and help me out, I can help you save whoever the bomber has." The man's nervousness and shaking seemed to have stopped. Mic outreached a hand to help the man up, and the man accepted. Now allies instead of strangers, these men prepared to save OHSU.
"Oh Boys......" A gentle and sweet sounding voice called out, Mic spun around to see where it was coming from, and he could not believe the sight he saw. He was speechless and felt powerless as well, for he tried for his phone in his pocket but.........

(Ema)
I had just disarmed the bomb in the Womens Bathroom, and decided to actually undress, what? Is that weird? It was actually kind of hot in the hospital, and had the intelligence to not notice for an hour or so. I had hoped that Mic had gotten to his too, for I had just disarmed mine at 9:33, that was a few seconds ago, if Mic isn't even close to the bomb yet, we are screwed. After taking off my jacket and shirt off for a few moments, I looked into the bathroom mirror, I was tired, from the looks of myself, I just REALLY wanted to go to sleep now, it was like this was something I really wanted to do, but didn't really have any motivation to do, wait, what am I talking about? This is a matter of life and death! So, to dismiss that thought I started to massage my.........you know.
I relaxed soooo much after doing so, but then I had to figure out how to make sure the other bombs are disarmed, so I quickly put my clothes back on, and exited through the door.

I criss-crossed through a few halls and somehow, a few patient rooms, stumbling a few times, and came to some stairs. I stopped at the base of the stairs to pull out my map and when I did,checked it.Right now, the bomb should be near, I know it isn't on this floor because I just crossed where it should be, and heard no beeping. Just as I decided to do something, I heard my cellphone ring, so I jammed my hand into my pocket, and pulled out a sleek yet old phone. I flipped it open and checked the Caller ID, it was Mic! Thank Yaweh! He probably got the second bomb! With a wave of relief, I pressed the talk button, and readied my ear to the phone, expectant of Mic's familiar voice to buzz in.
"Hello, Ema Felkis?" I heard a girl's voice talking to me, it was definitely not Mic, and if it was Mic's phone but not him, then I wouldn't say anything. "I'll take that as a Yes." she let out a small, but recognizably malevolent chuckle. " You are probably wondering what I have done with Mic Davis......let me just say.........he is distracted........." she burst out in a fit of laughter. "Hello? Who is this? You better not try anything stupid! I already have one of your bombs disarmed!" I expected her to be surprised, she was not. "Oh poor, poor Ema......I pity you........but you will know, soon enough....." I tried to ask a series of more unanswered questions, but the called hung up.
Everyone around me leisurely went about their business, not knowing the dangers they were faced with.....along with Mic.
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(Ema)
I had just found out that it was not on the floor at the top of the stairs, as surprising as that was, I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. With a Clear path in my mind, I ran, and didn't stop.When someone was wheeling a cart in front of me, I'd simply jump over it, when there were people walking in front of me, I'd sidestep, and keep on going even though I bumped into half the people that came my way. I heard "Well excuuuuuse me, princess!", Obscenities, and even a few people insulting my mother, how she got into this I did not know.'Twas a while till I reached the next floor, about two minutes to be a little bit more exact, Giving me, what, six minutes? Six minutes was plenty of time to get and disarm a bomb that was directly above me.

......and....stop.
...I will transcend the mountains of 30 minutes and traffic jams and finish this story better than MoY and MIC did!

[MessengerOfDreams]

If Sam's the killer, I will be SO TICKED! To be fair, I may not deduct points for that.

[MICrophone]

Chapter 9

"So that's OHSU, huh?"

Mic and Ema stood in front of the entrance of the Ohio Health & Science University. It was a sunny day, and various people wearing suits and carry briefcases walked towards the impressive building complex. Mic continued, "Wonder which building Nicolas is supposed to-"

"Shhhh!" said Ema. "We don't want to start a panic here! Keep it down!"

"Sorry…just that there are lot of buildings on this campus." He pulled out a map. "There's the hospital, the research center, the dentistry school, Sam Jackson Hall…"

"Why don't you just ask him?" said Ema.

"Oh, right." Mic took out a walkie-talkie. "Nicolas, you read me?"

"Yeah," came a voice.

"Which building?"

"The hospital. The main one."

"OK. I'm out." Mic pocketed the walkie-talkie just as Sam came staggering towards them.

"Hi guys!" he said, dragging his bad leg as he limped towards Ema and Mic.

"Welcome to the show," said Ema. "How are you feeling."

"Well, not bad, except I'm about to walk into a building that might be about to get blown up," Sam replied. "You two?"

"Just dandy," said Ema.

"Hey guys," said Mic, "hate to interrupt your little romance here, but we sort of need to deal with this."

Ema and Sam blushed. "Oh, shut up," said Sam.

Mic grinned, satisfied. "All right, so, let's review the plan. We're pretending that we're visiting Buffy. We're going to go up to her room and hanging out with her while Nicolas plants the bombs. This is a much bigger building than the last two, so there are multiple bombs which will be need to be planted and later detonated simultaneously. Nicolas will plant the last of the bombs in Buffy's hospital wing. We will then "intercept" him and take the detonator. He will be taken into police custody and held there until we locate who he's working for, for his own safety. In the meantime, we will remove the bombs from the building. Sound good?"

Sam replied, "Well, it sounds a lot better than getting blown up."

Ema said, "Agreed."

"Good," said Mic. He pulled out the walkie-talkie again. "Buffy, we're coming up."



Buffy was not in great shape, but was improving. She certainly was pleased to have visitors. "Oh, you have no idea how lonely a hospital can get!" she complained bitterly as Sam, Ema, and Mic sat around her hospital bed.

"So how's the treatment here?" asked Ema.

"People are very nice," Buffy said, "but the food isn't that good."

"What a sad story," said Mic sarcastically. "Anybody got a violin?"

"You try having one leg and see how you feel!" responded Buffy angrily.

"Burn!" sneered Sam.

"Hey, speaking of the word 'burn', Nicolas should be here soon," said Ema.

"Hang on," Mic said. "Nicolas, where are you? Come in."

"I need not more than another minute or two, mate."

Mic smiled. He always found Australian accents to be funny. "All right, we'll be waiting." He put away the walkie-talkie and faced his companions. "Well," he sighed, "this is it."

"Hey, did anyone see that movie?" said Sam. "I really like Michael Jackson-"

"Sam, clock, bomb, focus." said Ema.

"Oh, right." Sam slouched back in his chair. "I think things have gone pretty well so far, don't you?"

"Don't jinx it man! Oh, dangit, now we're all gonna die!" said Mic. There was an awkward silence, and then he burst into laughter. He quickly stopped when he realized that nobody else was laughing.

"There he is," said Buffy, pointing at a man in the hallway.

"Yep," said Ema. "Let's go."

"You two go take care of it, I'll tell the reinforcements to move in," said Mic.

"Got it," said Sam, leaving the room with Ema as Mic took out his walkie-talkie again.

Sam and Ema approached Nicolas, the former pulling out a badge. "Nicolas Locke," Sam said, "you are under arrest."

As Sam had hoped, the hospital staff were too busy to notice, and Sam had spoked rather quietly. He and Ema led Nicolas to a nearby storage room and shut the door.

"All right," said Ema. "Give me the detonator. I'll deactivate it."

"Right you are, mate," said Nicolas, handing over a small metal box with a few lit LEDs, knobs, and buttons. Ema took it and started to examine it. "Don't drop it now," said Sam, "you might just blow us all up."

"Stop it!" cried Ema, "You're making me nervous!"

Sam chuckled. "Sorry, go on."

Ema continued to work with the detonator. She turned a few knobs and tried a few buttons. Then suddenly, she dropped the detonator and stepped backwards in shock.

"Ema?" asked Sam. "Ema, what is it?"

"The…the detonator…is a dud…a fake."



Chapter 10

"What…what does that mean?" asked Nicolas.

"It means," said Ema gravely, "that whoever your boss is didn't trust you or was aware of our plan, and the real detonator is somewhere else."

"Great," said Sam. "Mic was right, I jinxed it…"

" 'Ey," said Nicolas, "Don't let it get to ya, mate."

"Mic," thought Ema. Then aloud, "Mic! Come on Sam, we got to tell Mic to cancel the reinforcements, or else whoever has the detonator will know that we're on to him or her and will blow us up!"

"Him or her?" said Sam, raising his eyebrows. "Oh, all that feminist crap…"

"Hey!" said Ema. "Watch it, sonny, or I'll see to it that you too lose your eyebrows. Now come on!"

The three ran down the hallway back to Buffy's room. "Mic!" shouted Sam as they approached. Ema quickly opened the door and the three burst in, but none of them could have been prepared for what happened next.

"Don't move."

Buffy had her arm wrapped around Mic's neck. He was gagged and she was holding him at gunpoint. Right next to her on her pillow was the real detonator, which looked in all respects identical to the one Nicolas had. Buffy snarled. "If you move one step closer, go for your weapons, or try to call for help, I will shoot. Shut the door."

"Why you…" said Sam, reaching for his gun.

"NO!" cried Ema, grabbing Sam's arm. "He'll shoot Mic!" Sam reluctantly moved his hand away from his gun while Ema shut the door.

"I always knew you were a smart girl Ema," said Buffy. He paused, then continued, "You all conveniently played right into my trap. You told me everything I needed to know to make this plan work. Why do you think I stayed behind in the library? Not to save more people, but to detonate a bomb to completely destroy the place! And why did I injure myself? Because that would be the only way I could guarantee not being in Kelly when Suki Lee blew that up."

"But why?" asked Sam. "Why do all of this?"

"Why did the Joker terrorize Gotham? I just felt like it," said Buffy.

"I still don't understand," said Nicolas. "So why did Runouw.com get thrown into this?"

"Simple. It sent you looking for the wrong people. If I just started blowing up buildings, things could be traced to me. But if I sent you chasing false leads, you'd be less likely to look for leads that would point to me. I killed Runouw to get the ball rolling. Runouw.com had nothing to do with it; I just picked it to be your diversion." There was silence for a moment. "Now," said Buffy, "now that you understand what happened, I will kill you all and blow up this building. And nobody will know that I was responsible. I will simply climb out this window and claim to the police that I got knocked out in the explosion."

A stunned silence. Ema, Nicolas, and Sam looked at each other, then at Mic. "So who shall I kill first?" asked Buffy, her mouth forming a devilish grin. "How about…Nicolas first, then Mic, then Sam, then Ema. I like that. Don't worry…it'll be fast…I have to do it fast if I want to get out of here in time…this detonator is timed and goes off in about twenty seconds."

Time seemed to slow down to a halt…the four soon-to-be murder victims saw their lives flashing before their eyes…a very slow click as Buffy raised her gun…a gunshot…Nicolas fell to the ground…a scream from Ema…the shattering of glass…

Then, a very rapid set of events unfolded. Mic kicked the window Buffy had referred to earlier, breaking it. This snapped Sam and Ema back into reality while momentarily distracting Buffy. Sam instantly lunged forward at Buffy, who, being distracted, didn't react in enough time to prevent being tackled. Sam and Buffy tumbled through the broken window, the latter taking Mic with her. Meanwhile, Ema ran forward towards the bed, picked up the detonator and threw it as hard as she could to the tile floor, breaking it with only a second to spare. Then, silence.

Ema stood in shock for a moment, but then ran over to Nicolas. She gasped. Blood was streaming down his face from a bullet hole in the forehead. There was no question that he was dead. Horrified, she slowly stepped backwards towards the window, then quickly turned around and looked down. It was a three-story drop. None of the three who had taken the tumble were moving. She quickly ran out of Buffy's room, down a hallway, through a door, down a staircase, out a door, around the side of a building, and at last came to where Buffy, Sam, and Mic lay motionless in the grass.

Ema first got them off of each other and laid them face-up. She first checked that Sam and Mic had a pulse and were breathing, which they were. As she finished checking Mic, Buffy began to stir. Ema quickly ran over to her and grabbed her gun, and then took the pleasure of punching her in the face, knocking her out again. "That's for Nicolas," she said, and then, spitting in Buffy's face, added, "and that's for Avo."



Epilogue

Police and ambulances were called to the hospital to assist in the clean-up, and within two hours all bombs had been removed. Buffy Clark was arrested and later sentenced to jail for life. She also confessed the location of Pete Jacob-Elis, who had been trapped in an abandoned apartment building by Suki Lee, again under the threat of death to her older brother. Suki was also arrested, but was sentenced to only six months in jail.

Sam Eastman had a concussion and Mic Davis broke his leg as a result of the fall, but both recovered fully. They, along with Ema Felkis, were commended by the Portland Police Department for their services and were made officers, making Mic the youngest officer in the history of the city police. In addition, a funeral was held for Avo Richards and Nicolas Locke, which had a great turnout, as many members of Runouw.com and of course family and friends appeared to mourn the unfortunate deaths.

Ema later gleefully remarked that Sam, Mic, and Buffy had all suffered leg injuries in the course of the events relating to the Runouw Case and only she hadn't. For two days she endlessly pestered Sam and Mic about it. Ironically, on the third day, she tore her right achilles tendon while jogging.

Fin.




That's it folks. If you already read Chapter 9, I made a few minor changes, so you might want to reread it. Enjoy!

[MessengerOfDreams]

Mic, there was such good balance of humor and the chapter in itself was terrific, but the one think that leaves a bad taste on my tongue is that you jsut made Buffy terrorize Portland "becuase she felt like it" and never fulfilled the runouw.com connection. So, 8/10! Hopefully ridder will finish before we all grow old! Lol

[MICrophone]

Mic, there was such good balance of humor and the chapter in itself was terrific, but the one think that leaves a bad taste on my tongue is that you jsut made Buffy terrorize Gotham "becuase she felt like it" and never fulfilled the runouw.com connection. So, 8/10! Hopefully ridder will finish before we all grow old! Lol

Well, that would be why, if my ending were the real ending, the true connection would be revealed in the sequel. But yeah, I get your point. And Ridder, liked bumping into the doctor and his line…interesting twist.

[MessengerOfDreams]

From what i have of Ridder's, her story is very entertaining, and humorous but i dont think she has sams personaity down. 9 out of 10... So far...

[Ridder]

So, according to MoY, I will be disqualified from making the sequel if I don't get this done by friday.
Which Choice?

O - Oh No, I don't get to do more work! How will I ever manage?

O - Well, expect done by Wednesday then.

O - Why don't MoY, MIC, and I pitch in to create the sequel together? MIC can take breaks from time to time because his plates are full of work, MoY can do some since he has so much time to bug me about the ALT Ending, and I can do it cause he says I can.

[MessengerOfDreams]

OHMYGAWWWWWD!!!!!!

I never thought of such brilliance!

Third Choice it is! And second since you have me hooked on your alternate ending!

YOU ROCK!

[Ridder]

I miiiiight have to move the finishing touches on my ending to tomorrow, you see, I got five hours to start a big project I didn't start yet, and it's due tomorrow.

So, see you and my ending after I tank it.