A.N.: Hey, everybody! Yeah, I know, I know. You probably don't remember me. I've barely been on! I'm so seriously sorry, guys. Will a new chapter make up for it? It's a song from Wicked! I came up with this idea in, like, late June, but I just haven't been able to really write it until now.

Chapter 52: No Good Deed

Jessica and Keith stared at each other, completely at a loss for words. It was exactly ten years after Keith had joined. Now, they were the only two left. What had happened to make the world so turned against them and their powers?

"I can't believe it," Keith finally said, "I thought it would be fine. Marcus… it's all my fault."

His girlfriend sighed. She knew that he'd been doing his best to keep the three of them safe, no matter what. He wasn't going to take this blow very well.

"Keith, it's not your fault. It's mine. If I'd just jumped in, he wouldn't have been shot."

"It's not your fault, Jessi. I should've realized that Danny would recognize him."

"Just don't you go. I don't think I could take it." He pulled her into what would have been a very passionate kiss if it were not interrupted by the FBI.

"What the- what's going on?" Keith yelled. He was taken, taken away from her.


"KEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITH!" She ran around frantically until she found her book. It was a gift from the Skeleckian emperor all those years ago. It contained spells and chants. She flipped open to a page with the word, figglebooba, wish. She read it.

"Eleka nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen. Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen. Let his flesh not be torn, let his blood leave no stain. Though they beat him, let him feel no pain! Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen. Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum. Eleka—Eleka-" She groaned and began pacing.

"What good is this chanting? I don't even know what I'm reading! I don't even know what trick I ought to try. Oh, poor Keith, where are you? Already dead or bleeding? One more disaster I can add to my generous supply!" She sat down, contemplating all that was happening.

"No good deed goes unpunished. No act of charity goes unresented. No good deed goes unpunished, that's my new creed! My road of good intentions led where such roads always lead. No good deed goes unpunished!" She thought back to the others. All of them were dead.

"Lisa, my brother, and Keith. AND KEITH! One question haunts and hurts too much, too much to mention. Was I really seeking good, or just seeking attention? Is that all good deeds are when looked at with an ice-cold eye? If that's all good deeds are, maybe that's the reason why!" She got up. This rage couldn't be contained.

"No good deed goes unpunished! All helpful urges should be circumvented! No good deed goes unpunished. Sure, I meant well, well, look at what well-meant did. Alright enough so be it, so be it then. Let the world be agreed: I'm wicked through and through. Since I cannot succed, my dear Keith, saving you, I promise no good deed will I attempt to do again, ever again! No good deed will I do again!"

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