A/N I REMEMBER THIS CHAPTER!!! It's the one that started the, 'IM GONNA KILL YOU WITH THIS SPOON!' Inside joke! (I'll explain later)

This was the hardest for Past Me to write. She was really sad at the end of it all. She also got a lot of hate from Sam.

But then she started the Pacy story, and Sam forgave her. *sigh* Memories...

Stacy's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, looking around. I then realized I was tied up against a tall wooden beam on the second floor of a house. How could I tell? There was a window. I looked around and saw the man who I last saw before blacking out.

"You. Who are you!?" I yelled, struggling to get out. He rolled his eyes.

"You can stop trying... You won't get out," he said. I grunted, still moving around in the rope. I noticed there was a musket tied up against my stomach. I looked at it with raised eyebrows, then I turned my haze towards the man.

"What is your name?" I asked. The man smirked.

"My name is Lenny. Of course, you would know that... You killed my father." He said. I scoffed.

"He deserved it." I shot back. He tensed up, but relaxed.

"I'm going to ignore you, seeing as in a few moments, your lover will wake up from that barn we left him at, and realize you are missing. We left him a clue So that he will come here. He will come looking for you, and then, revenge will be showed. For, he did pull the trigger to the explosion... Not you." Said Lenny. I rolled my eyes, but ignored a thought in my mind.

Lover...?

"Then what?" I asked. He smiled.

"I continue with my crimes." He said. I glared at him.

"Parker won't come looking for me, he doesn't care about me." I said, realizing it. Lenny smirked.

"Oh, Stacy... Your so oblivious to the fact that he loves you. The question here is... Do you love him back?" Then, he left. I blinked a couple of times before thinking.

Do I like Parker?

No, you don't Stace.

Am I sure!

...nope.

So, do I like Parker?

No.

Oh, good.

You LOVE him!

Then, my thoughts were put on hold when I looked down.

The rope. I'm stuck, and Parker is coming into a trap.

Then, I started thinking again.

If I really do love Parker, am I just going to let him die like that?

No, Stace, your going to warm him.

But how?!

I started looking around for something I could kick, something I could make a loud sound with, when I looked out the window and saw Parker and his white rose riding here at full speed.

Oh great... You better think of SOMETHING, STACE!!!

I started struggling against the rope again, until I realized something.

Guns make loud noises...

I looked down at my stomach, and saw the musket, pointing towards me. I bit my lip.

Would I really kill myself for Parker? I thought. Then, I realized something.

I loved Parker, and would do anything for him.

I strained my finger to the trigger of the gun. Luckily, I had long fingers so that wasn't a problem. Then, I finally felt the little hoop on the gun. I sighed and hesitated, until I saw Lenny, walking into the room to tell me Parker was on his way. I bet he didn't count on me shooting myself to warn Parker.

The last thing I saw was a shocked Lenny starring at the musket before I pulled the trigger, knowing the sound was loud enough to reach Parker.

<<<PARKER'S POV>>>

I woke up and saw that Stacy was nowhere in sight. I turned and saw a small note on the floor. I picked it up, and read it.

To Parker...

I'll be at the cabin in Fort Minerdale, just didn't want to wake you up!

I sighed as I grabbed a horse, riding to the cabin.

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I was just a few meters away from the cabin when I heard a shocking noise.

A gun shot.

Not just any gun shot, it came from the cabin. I became panicked, thinking about what it could be as I stopped the horse.

Is Stacy ok?

I quickly hopped off my horse and ran the rest of the way.

I saw men, part of the Mgnaniel Gang run towards me, but I dodged them.

All I cared about right now was Stacy.

I tried opening the door. Locked. I stepped back and kicked it down. A couple of men had their guns out, but I used my dagger on them as I ran up the stairs and opened the door to a room, when I saw someone.

It was the man in the explosion five years ago's son. Lenny, I think. I glared at him.

"What did you do to Stacy!?" I yelled, my dagger threatening him. He held his hands up in the air.

"It wasn't me man! She did it on her own!" My breath faltered.

"D-did what?" I asked. He stepped out of the way.

There, in the light of the torches in the room, was Stacy. But there was a difference.

A small hole, covered in bloody shirt was visible in her stomach, and her eyes were closed. Her chest showed no sign of breathing, she had hair in her face, and worst of all, her finger was inside the little trigger of a musket strapped to her. I felt my breathing slow down, and start to falter. I walked over to her.

"Oh, Stace... What did you get yourself into?" I whispered. She didn't answer and I felt my eyes water. I pulled some of her brown hair out of her eyes and memories started to flood into my brain as soon as I saw her face.

The way her eyes lightened up when she beat me in the tribal horse race.

The way she hugged me when she got scared when I forced her into the haunted manor.

The time I saved her from the train bandit on our way here.

I felt sadness begin to pour into my heart when I put my hand against her chest to see if there was any hope, even though I knew the answer already.

There was no beat.

Tears began to pour onto my cheeks as I bit my lip, trying not to cry. Until I realized, it wasn't Stacy's fault. It wasn't mine either, I thought, turning towards Lenny.

"You." I said, glaring at him. He looked terrified.

Good... I thought, as I ran towards him, pushing him to the ground. I was furious.

"This is your fault! All of it, it's yours! SHE'S GONE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!" I screamed. He was trying to calm me down, but I wasn't listening. Then, I got up.

"I won't kill you. I don't want someone like YOU where she is now." I said. He kept thanking me, and apologizing, but I didn't listen. Instead, I picked up Stacy, cradling her in my arms as I ran downstairs, and climbed my horse. I clicked my tongue, and realized I hadn't named her anything yet. So, in that by moment, I named her something that Stacy would name a horse with brown hair.

"Come on, Cinnamon Toast. Lets get going." I muttered as Cinnamon Toast ran. I held Stacy in my arms, hoping there was still time to save her.

A/N Wow, Past Me was taunting Sam with this chapter... What kind of a person was Past Me like!?

Sam, if you're rereading this, I'm giving you my sincerest apologies... You must've been so sad.

If it makes you feel better, rereading this chapter almost made me cry.

So, I promised I would explain the 'IM GONNA KILL YOU WITH THIS SPOON!' Inside joke, so here it is!

P.S. I'm Ales!

Ales: Is Sam here yet? *Sam comes in* Yay! You're here!

Sam: *glares at Ales*

Ales: Oh, right... You're still mad about that whole, 'Stacy died' thing, huh?

Sam: *begins to look for nearest weapon, but only finds a spoon*

Ales: HA!!! I hid all the sharp objects before you got here! Now, you'll NEVER KILL ME!!!

Sam: *grabs spoon* IM GONNA KILL YOU WITH THIS SPOON!!!!

Ales: You can't do that-

Sam: *starts hitting Ales with spoon*

Ales: APPARENTLY, YOU CAN!!! *runs away*

A/N Yes, it's a true story.