A/N: I'm a bit dissapointed at how short this chapter turned out. But I couldn't think of anything to add to it. Oh well, enjoy!

"Sorry to bother you, darlings. But I need to borrow something," Fate bent down in front of them, rummaging under the bed across from the one they were sitting in. Jay stifled a gasp, clasping his eyes shut. One eye opened, sneaking a peek at Zane, who was merely staring on in wonderment.

"Ah, here we go!" Fate stood up, clasping a large and thick-looking bag, "Hope you don't mind if I borrow this?" Jay shook his head meekly before Fate finally left the room. Both ninja sat quietly until Zane finally spoke.

"She wasn't wearing any clothes."

"So I'll be gone for a few hours and probably won't be back until tonight. Alright?" Fate adjusted the bag slung over her shoulder. The other residents of the ship gaped at her with open-mouthed shock.

"Uh..." was the only response Cole could offer.

Sensei Wu looked the most well-adjusted to the situation, but his eyes were noticeably closed when he sipped his tea, "Of course, do you need us to stop anywhere specific?"

"Oh, there's no need for that. But thank you," Fate smiled, "I've got it covered."

Fate blinked slowly, staring up at the sky as the flying ship drifted away. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the bag she once carried on her shoulder was now dangling from a fire escape.

Along with a sizable chunk of her skin.

Her limbs and neck twisted at horrifying angles. Blood was spilling from several open wounds, with little regards to stopping. Fate could see the dents where she struck the fire escape on her plummet to the ground. Most likely leaving a quite a few dents on her own body.

There was little time to analyze the full extent of her injuries though. The audible crack of bones signified they were already snapping back into place.

The pigeons cooed and hopped around the park bench, pecking at the bread crumbs in the grass. An aging hand reached into his paper sack and threw another handful out. The pigeons startled, fluttering a bit before resuming their feast.

The park was quiet, empty aside from the old man and the pigeons. So the creak of the bench seemed much louder when a new member joined them.

The old man turned in surprise, "Oh hello, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

The click of a gun's safety gave him an answer.

Fate dropped the last bloody towel into a trash bag. She sighed in relief, wiping the sweat off her forehead. That had taken longer than she had expected.

She carefully placed the trash bag into the sack she had brought along with her, pulling out a change of clothes. She looked around the alley as she got dressed.

If this area had been more populated...

Fate chuckled at the morbidity of her thought. It immediately snapped into a frown when she checked her watch. She had to get going, fast.

There wasn't much time left.

"What do you want?" The old man's voice trembled. The barrel of a gun pressed firmly against the side of his skull. The pigeons continued to peck at the excess bread crumbs, blissfully unaware of what was occurring.

The other one's eyes narrowed, "You're life."

Fate's heart raced as she ran to the park. There wasn't much time left.

Please don't let me be too late.

The thud of her shoes stopped when she finally reached the park. She quickly surveyed the scene before her.

She was just in time.

Fate ran over to the bench, taking a seat.

The old man turned in surprise, "Oh hello, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

The old man, Father Reese, shot her a glare, "Why are you doing this? I thought you wanted to help."

Fate sneered, "Someone like you, priest? Someone who tries to change their destiny? No, people like you deserve what's coming to them and they deserve to suffer if they resist."

Father Reese frowned, "But you're the one who offered me help." He winced when the barrel dug deeper into his skin.

The pigeons began to coo louder, having finished the last of the bread. They pecked at his pant legs, begging for more scraps.

"You had the audacity to accept my help," Fate spat.

"So you're going to kill me for accepting your help?" Father Reese demanded, "I always had my worries that I was making a deal with the devil when I met you."

"Please, devils? I don't believe in crap like that," Fate chuckled, "Of course, I've never had much experience in the afterlife. So I can't really judge, now can I? Besides, I won't be killing you."

The old man looked at her in a mixture of relief and confusion.

"You'll be doing that yourself."

Father Reese was flabbergasted, "You can't honestly expect me to do this!"

"I can and you will," Fate's voice was hard, "I'm Fate, you don't honestly think I go around shooting people for fun do you? If you hadn't accepted my help, you'd be shooting yourself today anyway."

"Well thank you for helping me, but I'm going to have to decline this offer," he snapped. He cried out in pain when she twisted his arm. She forcefully curled his fingers around the trigger.

"It's your fate to die today, whether you accept that or not," Fate stated, "Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt."

The pigeons scattered.

A/N: Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt: The fates lead the willing, but drag the unwilling.

Oh, did you think Fate was the good guy? Nope, she is in fact the villain of this story. What, didn't I mention that earlier?