Hey everyone. I got good news for you, I have an okay idea for the next half. Hooray! I dunno what it's gonna be called yet, but I will post it when I've written the first chapter okay. Cool. While you're waiting, here's a continuation of where I cruelly left off by Layla Knight, who so kindly emailed me and submitted this little beauty. It's funny how I like reading her work better than my own.

This wasn't the way I planned to go, but it fit nicely into the end of chapter nine and Layla did such a brilliant job on it that I decided to post it. All credit must go to here. Just to make this clearer:

THIS IS WRITTEN BY LAYLA KNIGHT, NOT ME

Okay, enough neuroticism. The next bit that WILL be written by me will not be a continuation of this. Sorry people, but Seritroe is officially dead. Ricki will be in the next chapter though. Where can he go from here?

Anyway, enjoy Layla's genius.

Ricki stood out in the cold of the school yard. He didn't care that he was freezing his ass off, he didn't care that Seritroe had unintentionally got him out of detention, and he really didn't care what the rest of the school thought about him at this point in time.

At this point in time, Ricki was paying attention to the megaphone sailing down towards the earth with a sickening feeling in his stomach. All at once he knew how this was going to end, how Tro was going to destroy both of them in one single step. He pushed and shoved people out of his way as he ran towards the side of the school. In Ricki's mind, now distorted with some sort of intense emotion, he thought he could catch Seritroe in his arms, make him safe, say he was sorry for what he had done. With his eyes still on the roof where Seritroe stood, he pushed between people and watched in horror as Tro took a step back. Ricki couldn't even find it in himself to scream no, as the tiny body plummeted towards the earth at top speed. From there things were a blur.

Ricki knew he took a hopeless lunge, he fell, and then he felt something warm hit him right in the side. He looked. No, he hadn't caught Seritroe, but he had softened the blow between the boy and the ground. There was blood though. A lot of blood, coming from the boys head. His already abused and mangled arm was worse, laying at a macabre angle. Ricki wanted to throw up. Beside him the boy coughed blood then seemed to pass out. Suddenly, as if his brain and body reconnected after being separated, Ricki found his vocal cords.

Ricki turned and cradled the smaller boy's head in his lap. Tears started to fall.

"I'm sorry." Ricki sobbed out almost uncontrollably, "I'm sorry…I love you…I'm so sorry…" The words came out in a type of mantra. An ambulance was called, and even through the sirens, Ricki continued with the same words. He followed when Tro's close to lifeless body was put on a stretcher and carried into and ambulance. He was almost stopped from going into the ambulance when the principal spoke from behind him to the attendant.

"He's the one that caught the boy and I think he needs more help then anyone realizes."

How right he was….

I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it.

This is kinda tempting me to keep him alive… as some of you want… but I'm a cruel, cruel woman. Plus, not enough people actually die in these stories. Oh my god… is that… REALISM? Nah, it can't be, (takes a peek) but it is. NOOOOOOOO!

Okay then… Next part up when I do it. Your guess is as good as mine.