yeah, sorry i didn't post sooner, i was swamped with school work, but i uploaded this as soon as i could.
i was in a pretty badass mood when i wrote this one, but my mind is a little more epic than my pen lol!

and before i forget, shout-out to heartwritingM for being like, my only motivation to ge this up, and being the only one to review my story, (epic fail lol)
but seriously thanks a lot, much love! *makes the peace sign* i read your stories and i think theyre really awesome too, (i cant review on my computer for some reason) lol there's a little advertisement as a token of my appreciaion (really though some of the best fanfics ive read in a long time)

my next chapter wont be up for a while for those with alerts, anyway, i'm rambling...
thanks for reading (if you havent left already) and i hope you all like what i came up with! :0)

"Oleg please, you have to let me go," Talia pleaded from the helipad above purgatory.

"I cannot do that…" he replied, "the boss' orders were to keep you here; safe from harm."

"Yeah, but you don't understand, it's a trap," Talia said, biting her tongue.

She didn't want to tell Oleg why or how she knew, but letting this situation play out was too risky and potentially deadly. If she didn't say something, her brother might be shot and killed; but if he didn't get shot, he'd find Donnie and kill him.

"How do you know this?" Oleg asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You promise not to tell Marcus?" she asked childishly.

"My lips are sealed…" Oleg replied with a stern expression on his face.

Talia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I know because… Donnie told me…" she admitted.

She waited for the lieutenant to further interrogate, but he didn't say a word. They stared awkwardly for a few seconds before Oleg spoke. "What are you waiting for?" he asked, "you are leaving, yes?"

"Aren't you coming with me?" she asked, looking over at the only available aircraft: a small news helicopter.

"Talia, I ride in the back of trucks because I do not fit into cars, what makes you think I can fit into that tiny helicopter?" he joked.

"But I don't know how to fly a helicopter," Talia replied.

"Neither does your brother…" Oleg said with a smile.

Talia unwillingly got into the news helicopter and set off toward the office in a state of urgency. While riding, the wind picked up and grew more ferocious as the clouds breeded into massive masses in the sky.

…

Meanwhile at titanium wolf HQ, Marcus had finally reached the petulant building. He and pierce landed on the rooftop and began to prepare themselves to enter the building. They put on harnesses and black leather gloves, then attached their rappels to the wall and got ready to scale it. "Why are we going in this way?" pierce asked looking down over the ledge, "we've got to be at least fifty stories high."

"It's more fun this way," Marcus said with a cheeky grin.

"I should've known…" pierce said shaking his head, "you're a fucking psycho."

"And don't you forget it," Marcus joked, sliding down the rope onto the penthouse window. Pierce did the same, and they shortly reached the window they thought was Donnie's office. "Is it this one?" pierce asked.

"Can't tell… damn windows are all tinted…" Marcus said, trying to see into the pitch black glass.

They tried their best to see into it, but quickly gave up. "Fuck this, let's just shoot through." Marcus said as he shot three holes into the dark glass and kicked his feet through, sending him and pierce plummeting into the room.

They got a few cuts and bruises from the fall; they were expecting that. What they weren't counting on was every gang member in the building standing over them with loaded guns. "Shit!" Marcus shouted as he kicked over a desk and took cover with pierce.

"What are we gonna do now, boss?" pierce asked as bullets dented the metal desk.

Marcus reached into his jacket and pulled out a jar with a tightly sealed green cap.

"What do you think?" he asked, grinning ear to ear.

He threw the jar and a huff of green gas filled the room. The gunfire immediately ceased, and the two saints took this chance to retaliate. They hopped over the desk and shot the rival gang members. One by one, members of the titanium wolf fell to the ground, clutching their wounds, being caught off-guard by the jar of fart being thrown in their direction.

…

Two flights down from the commotion, Donnie's actual office was a sad sight to see. The lights were off, the radio to the left of the room played sullen music, and Donnie sat in his spinning office chair with his face buried within his hands. The only source of light came from the transparent window that had been replaced last-minute after killbane's vicious attack. The room was almost quiet except for the sound of guns roaring and bodies dropping, accompanied by the sad song playing on the radio.

"Style of your hair, shape of your eyes and your nose,

The way you stare as if you see right through to my soul,

Your left hand and the way that it's not quite as big as your right,

The way you stare in the mirror before we go out at night,

Touching your face,

Invading your space,

They're all part of the list, of things that I miss

Things like your funny little laugh or the way you smile or the way we kiss

What I've noticed is this,

I come up with something new every single time that I sit and reminisce…"

Donnie cringed at the lyrics to the song and turned his radio off. He didn't want to hear more; especially when the song was just tossing salt onto his open wounds.

He turned around in his chair to see the lucid glass that confirmed the brewing storm. He looked up to see the ceiling tremble from the chaos and hysteria taking place above him, causing a small amount of debris to fall from it. When he looked back to the window, he was shocked to see Talia come crashing through the window. She tumbled through, leaving a trail of glass where the replacement window had been placed. "Wow, try that without gloves," she joked, waving her hands to subside the pain in her rope-burned palms.

"What do you want…?" Donnie asked coldly.

"Listen Donnie, you have to get our get out of here, Marcus is-"

"Don't you think this little game of yours is getting old now?" he said sharply, not letting Talia speak, "I was stupid enough to fall for that crap twice, but not a third time…"

Donnie turned his back. "It's not a game… I'm serious," Talia said.

"Sure and when I leave with you, I'll end up in an ambush or something and I'll look like an idiot once again…" he said, "why don't you just run back to your little boyfriend and leave me alone…"

The hurt in Donnie's voice was unmistakable, but Talia couldn't help but laugh. "Boyfriend?" she said giggling.

"Don't play dumb, I seen you and your precious 'Marcus' hugging it up inside my house," he retorted, "I saw and heard everything…"

"How?" she asked, not even noticing Donnie's accusation.

"I have cameras all over the city, why wouldn't I have any in my house?" he said proudly, finally starting to turn around.

Talia and Donnie's argument had gotten way off topic, but was refocused when a grenade exploded and the ground quaked.

"Please, Donnie…you don't even have to come with me; I just want you to be safe." Talia begged.

"Give me one good reason why I should believe you…"

"Because Marcus is upstairs in a trap, and not down here killing you…"

He turned his back again and looked away. "It's gonna take more than that to convince me to leave this office…" he said stubbornly.

Talia was shocked, she was trying to save his life and he wouldn't as much as budge. She was at a loss for words.

"Fine, don't believe me," she said softly, "I'll leave you alone…"

She walked over and grabbed the rappel, but Donnie neither turned nor responded. "I just don't want you to get hurt; I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I let anything happen to you."

Donnie looked up in shock and turned to Talia, but she had already gone up the rappel and into the helicopter on the roof. "What did she just say?" he thought.

Donnie was in a state of pure astonishment. Talia had said the very thing he had said to her when he wanted to tell her that he was in love with her.

He couldn't think straight, his mind had once again gotten the best of him as he paced back and forth in confusion.

"Could she really care for me the way I do for her?" he asked himself.

"Get a hold of yourself! She's just playing you like she's been doing this whole time!"

"But she's right, the leader of the saints is caught in my trap, and she came to warn me…"

"Yeah, right! She knows he's been hit by worse; they've probably got some kind of surprise attack waiting for me out there!"

"Arrrgh," Donnie growled, "what is wrong with me?"

While he was lost in thought, he didn't notice that Ed was standing in the doorway to the office with an ominous grin as a red beam of light found its way to the back of Donnie's head. When Donnie noticed his lieutenant watching eerily, he tripped and the bullet shot right into the office. It missed its target and became lodged in the long, black desk. "Shit…" Ed said disappointedly.

"What the hell was that?" he exclaimed, observing the sniper bullet.

"Your time as 'lead wolf' is up…" Ed said, pointing out of the window.

Outside on an adjacent rooftop, killbane could be spotted. He reached for another gun on the roof, and Donnie looked over at his traitorous employee.

"What the hell!" Donnie yelled.

"What's the matter, scared?" Ed quipped, realizing that the remark wasn't very threatening.

"Why would you do this?" he asked.

"You wanna know why?" Ed asked menacingly, "when I work for you, I'm just your 'helper' or your 'assistant.' Nothing more; I never get any acknowledgement. But killbane promised me I'll be in the spotlight for once and not in your shadow… I'll be the big dog in Stillwater, and you'll just be a scattered memory…"

The resentment in his words gave Donnie an uncomfortable jolt.

"Of all the people I've known in Stillwater, you were the only one I trusted…" Donnie said painfully.

"Yeah well, big mistake…" he said, backing out of the room.

Before Donnie could chase after him, killbane shot another bullet into the room. This time, the bullet wasn't from a McManus; it was from an annihilator. The explosive weapon burst on impact and set the office on ablaze. The inferno charred anything that hadn't been blown to pieces in the blast. The weapon was so fierce that it caused a tremor throughout the top floor. Marcus stood his ground, steady as a rock; but pierce lost balance and tumbled backwards out of the opening where the window had been.

Marcus jumped out to save his friend, latching himself onto the worn rappels and sliding down heroically to rescue his partner in crime.

"Wasn't that fun?" Marcus said gleefully.

"Don't ever do that again!" pierce shouted.

"That wasn't me…" Marcus said.

"Then who was it?" he asked.

The gang members' questions were answered when they looked into gaping hole in the wall and the office that had been engulfed in flames, and then looked over t to see killbane fleeing the scene of the crime.

"Son of a bitch," Marcus growled.

"Looks like we got more work to do…" pierce said.

They looked into the office occupying the raging inferno and saw Donnie, who had been knocked to the floor in the explosion. "Look, there's Donnie," pierce said, notifying the beaten man of their presence.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Marcus shouted.

He pulled out his backup kobra and Donnie fumbled to his feet struggling escape, but it was too late; the gun had been shot, and as quickly as he rose, Donnie fell. "That should do it," Marcus said, examining the motionless body.

Marcus and pierce then climbed back up the rappel and made their escape in their helicopter that had been battered by collisions with trees, billboards, telephone wires and scraped across buildings and skyscrapers. "That mean we're done?" pierce asked.

"No, now we gotta take out his little follower…" Marcus replied.

…

While laying in the floor in agony, Donnie fought to stay conscious. He tried to get up, but the immense pain in his shoulder kept him from moving. He had been shot right through the shoulder, and was losing blood quickly. The smoke from the flames made him wheeze as his chest struggled to expand. The smoke lingered and the flames spread wildly throughout the building. Donnie tried his best to make a quick escape, but couldn't find the strength or the energy to move. He just laid there, praying that help would find him; but no one came. As he took what felt like his last breath, he faded into the blackness.