--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the dimly lit back room of the bar known to the public as Destination Unknown he sits, crying. It was too much for him now. All too much. It was more than he could handle. More than he wanted to handle. I know that I, I can't believe There's nothing left now. It's all gone. All that remains are memories. Of what he once was, what they once had been. Of the life they had had before. Before he had fallen for a pair of blue eyes, and all the trouble that came with them. I know we've changed but But he didn't hate the eyes, he loved them. They had showed him love, true love. Never before had be felt that, and never again would he. For with this, it was over. Nothing remained but memories now. Time, Look where we are and what we've been through Memories of life before the eyes. Of a life filled with screaming fans, gifts, joy. Not that Nick didn't make him happy. He did. But back then it had all been so simple. So perfect. So safe. I remember when, mom used to say Now, nothing was safe anymore. He couldn't go out on the street alone. He was lying to his family and friends. He was lying to fans. He was lying to himself. I know we've changed but He had never thought he would ever do that, lie to his own fans. Time, Look where we are and what we've been through But here he was. Hiding from a man that wanted nothing more that to cut him into little pieces. He closed his eyes again, swallowed hard. He would not cry. He had to be strong, strong for him. So here we are (Here we are) Time, Look where we are and what we've been through Time, Look where we are and what we've been through Time, goes on and on everyday The door opened, and he looked into Nick's eyes again. And at once he forgot all he had been thinking about. It was time. They were all going. The Lions had been in control of their lives long enough. It was time to take it all back. He met Kevin's eyes, and could see traces of tears there as well. It had been a day though, and there were no more time for tears. He tried to avoid the body. Even though it was covered up, it was not something he wanted to look at. What had been done. He calmed himself and listened to the game plan. He was ready now. They all were. It was time for revenge. It was time to slay the kitties, once and for all. And he would do it. He would kill, and he would maim, and he would do it for Justin.
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