Jenny took a breath and looked behind her at the men in black running towards her, vains pulsating. She held back a sob and wrapped her hand around the bullet hole gaping in her chest. She ran, tripping over her feet desperately. She flung the stolen emerald at them and continued to run. The men behind her still followed, emerald in hand. Bleeding profusely, she turned back around and realized she'd ran to the edge of a waterfall. The rushing bliss floated to her ears. Jenny gasped. 'This wasn't how it was suppose to end!' She cried out, flushed with pain. With the men less than a few feet away, she scooped down and picked up a bloomed Rose. She hugged it to her bleeding chest, and jumped. Down, down, down she fell, landing on a current that sent her smashing into the hard rock. Smashing into the wettened grass, she tried to breathe. Tried to move. With the last movement she could bare, she squeezed the Rose in her hand. To be Continued? Maybe. Probably not Dedicated to Rose Luv ya Girl!