Valley of the Dead III: Fiddler’s Green
Part Eight

“Sean?” Jake asked, walking in a few days later.

“What…” I muttered, starting Hurt again. I looked at him and saw what looked like concern on his face.

“Sean…” he muttered, walking over to me. He looked me in the eyes, trying to find anything left of my destroyed soul. “Listen…” he said finally, not once braking the eye contact between us. “The contract ends tomorrow. Riley is taking us back, then he’s returning.” he said, sighing before walking away. “Are you ok?”

“What do you think…?” I said sarcastically, looking at him. He sighed and walked out, leaving me to the heroin that was found a few weeks back. I pushed the plunger in, the effect going into affect the second the powerful heroin left the needle. I sat there, shacking in the dark, no longer sure if it was from crying or from the heroin rushing through my system, before lying down in a fetal position as the room seemed to change around me.

“Holly…” I muttered, pulling her picture down and holding it to my chest as I cried, saying her name over and over again till blackness overtook me again.

Valley of the Dead IV: The Final Days
March, 2007

(A/N: People down here have finally annoyed me enough to get me to finish this story…as to how the hell they knew it was me writing it, I will never know. As to how long I will stretch this story, I do not know. I may end it with Final Days, I may not. However, that is all besides the point. Valley of the Dead will continue on to at least one more story.)