This story is a work of fan fiction. This work of fiction is not intended to infringe on the copyrights of the Magnificent Seven. No infringement is intended for the use of the lyrics of Good Riddance (The Time of Your Life) by Green Day. The RPG character of Cheyenne Sanchez is being used with permission. With the exception of the backstory of the Magnificent Seven, this story is based on actual events. At the request of those involved, names, dates, and certain details have been changed. The author would like to acknowledge everyone who helped with the development and writing of this story especially Cheyenne. Without your help this could never have been written. To the 'real' Brenda, Jamie and Kyle, (you know who you are) thank you for going to the wall with me more than once…I love you! Please be warned that this story deals with the issue of rape.

Keep this in mind when reading: according to a recent FBI statistic, while you are watching an episode of The Magnificent Seven, 12 women will have been assaulted - that's one woman every five minutes…

She had to get away. Everyone was making her nuts. Kyle especially. She loved him dearly but lately he had been smothering her. He felt solely responsible for what happened to her that night. They all did. Everyone had a 'what if.' She shook the ugly images out of her head. She walked toward the edge of her uncle's property to the two markers. Time, 120 years of it had faded the writing on the two crosses. The one that broke her heart the most was the small one. Colum told her once it most likely was a child's. Adam was all she could make out on it. She had come to this place almost every year since she was a small girl. The year before, when she got home to Minnesota she did some checking. Adam was actually Adam Larabee. The person next to him was Sarah, his mother. They had been killed in a fire meant for his father, Chris. When she was younger, she used to pretend they were her angles. Of all the times she needed angels, it was that night that seemed so long ago and yet like it happened yesterday at the same time.

"Molly?" the sudden sound of the voice caused her to jump and whirl around. Her best friend, Brenda was standing a few feet from her.

Molly shook her head."No," was all she could manage to say before bursting into tears. Brenda sighed and put her arms around her. Seeing Molly so scared and vulnerable was hard for her. Molly never, ever showed outward signs of panic or fear. She was the kind of person who was always there for anyone no matter what. Molly didn't deserve this, no one did. Molly pulled back out of her friend's embrace, wiping away tears.

"You'll get through this," Brenda said. "We all will."

"It's funny," Molly said. "This place seems destined for misery." Brenda knew that wasn't true and that Molly didn't really believe it, but she didn't argue.

"Hay girls, what's going on?" they heard a voice shout to them. Turning around, they saw it was Jamie, Brenda's boyfriend. As he got closer he caught site of their faces. "Is everything alright?" he asked concerned. Neither one answered him.

"I think I'm going to walk a little bit," was Molly's response.

"Do you want company?" Brenda asked.

"I'll be fine," Molly said, trying to sound convincing. She started walking toward the wooded area that surrounded the property. Brenda watched her go and sighed.

"Give her a little credit," Jamie said, putting his arms around her waist and placing his chin on her shoulder. Brenda put her hands on top his, leaned back into his chest and cried.

Molly walked until she came to the edge of the property line and the denser forest. The chill that was now in the air told her darkness would soon fall. The last thing she needed was to get lost at night of all times. He was still out there, a voice in the back of her head reminded her.

"Stop it," she whispered to herself. It was getting cold, she thought shivering. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, then turned to walk away. She took one step, looked up and froze. Someone was standing directly in front of her about five feet away. It was a man Molly didn't recognize. He was dressed in all black and had an duster-like jacket on. One of the ranch hands she told herself, but a closer look revealed that he had a gun strapped to his belt. Uncle Colum didn't allow anyone to carry a gun on his property. The state had a law against it. Molly took a step back as a second man, dressed like the first came into view. He had a mustache and wasn't in all black. He too had a gun. She noticed that the second man's mouth was moving, as if he were speaking, but no sound was coming out. Molly yelled for Brenda and as fast as the two men appeared, they were gone as if they were ghosts. She wasn't about to stand there and contemplate it, but started running as fast as she could back toward the house.

Chris Larabee was standing on the edge of what used to be his property remembering that night three years before when he had lost everything. When he felt someone near him he instinctively reached for his gun, but stopped when he saw the young woman that suddenly appeared in front of him. She was dressed in tan pants and shirt. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled away from her face by two silver barrettes. When she noticed him her deep brown eyes widened in fear. There was something about her he couldn't quite put his finger on. Buck came around from the clearing, going on about something, but stopped as soon has he too saw the girl. She opened her mouth as if to yell something, but no sound came out, then she was gone.

Brenda heard Molly scream and pulled out of Jamie's embrace. They both took off running in the direction that Molly had walked off. They caught site of her running toward them. Jamie broke ahead and grabbed her shoulders bringing her to a halt. "Molly stop," he yelled at her grabbing her. Brenda reached the two of them. Molly's face was completely pale.

"What is it?" she asked her friend frantically, "What happened?"

"There, there," Molly could hardly breath. "Men, two men were standing near the property line," she blurted out.

"What men, where?" Jamie asked. He, too, was unaccustomed to seeing Molly in a full-fledged panic. Molly took a deep breath to try to calm herself down.

"I thought they were from Uncle Colum's ranch, but I didn't recognize them. It was like they were ghosts or something." She didn't know how to explain what she had just seen.

"Let's get back," Jamie said leading the two girls toward the house.

Two days had past since she'd seen the man at the edge of the property. In that time Molly had been informed that the investigation into her attack was leading nowhere. The area around the house had been searched several times, with little to nothing coming from it. It was Kyle's idea to fan out and do a search themselves. For what they didn't know. A footprint that was out of place, a piece of clothing, anything that would bring them an answer to who had done this. Molly wasn't even sure she really wanted to know. 'If I can just forget,' she kept telling herself. Of course Jamie and Brenda agreed to go help. Guilt drove them to it. Jamie had taken along his father's gun, hidden in his belt under his shirt. No one knew he had it.

"You don't need to come with us," Kyle had told Molly.

She hadn't planned on it until he'd said that to her. She knew she was out here now if only to spite him. The cry of the eagle startled her. Looking up she saw one soaring above them. Something in the horizon caught her eye. Horses, horses with men on them. Several men. Had the police department decided to continue their search? Then recognition hit as one of the men rode ahead of the others. It was him - the one from the other night.

"What is it?" Brenda's voice was in her ear. Molly jumped.

"It's him, from the other night, we need to go, we need to go now," Molly said in a rush. Brenda took her hand and they walked toward Jamie and Kyle. The house was less than 100 yards from where they were, they could get to it and call the police. Molly looked back to see the men advancing on them. The eagle cried out again and swooped down at the four friends as they took off running toward the house that was no longer there.

They all were hot and tired. Running from something and not understanding exactly what it was. It was clear that they were no where near anything. The area where the ranch was supposed to be was gone. Jamie stopped dead in his gait.

"What's the matter?" Brenda asked, almost in a whisper. Jamie turned back around the way they had come and took a few steps.

"What is it?" Kyle asked him. Jamie turned back to face them. "They're here," he said simply. Those two words were enough to send them into a panic. Molly whirled around expecting to see what Jamie was talking about. Instead she saw nothing. "They've been tracking us," Jamie answered their unasked question. A sudden sound behind them broke the spell. Kyle grabbed Molly's hand.

"Run," he yelled. Molly didn't need to be told twice. She took off in front of Kyle knowing Brenda was right behind her. Molly ran cross-country in high school but never dreamed that she'd be using one of her loves to try and save her life.

The sound of gunfire rang out behind them. Molly stopped dead, Brenda was no where in sight and as she looked back toward where they had run from, she noticed that Kyle was on the ground kneeling, doubled over. He'd been shot!

Several men approached him with guns pointed at him. Molly saw Jamie out of the corner of her eye pull something out of his belt. It was an older looking gun, similar to the ones that these men were using. She noticed that there were two other men nearer to them aiming at Jamie who was aiming at the men near Kyle. "Jamie," she screamed, lunging for him. "Jamie no, stop, stop, stop," she screamed franticly, catching him off guard, trying to get the gun out of his hand. He was so startled by this that his grip loosened on the weapon. She got a hold of the gun and threw it out of sight.

"What the hell is wrong with you," he screamed at her.

"You are deeply nuts, do you know that," she yelled back at him. "You're going to get us all killed." She turned around, Kyle was still on the ground.

The men that were aiming at Jamie didn't drop their weapons as Molly was hoping they would. They advanced toward them, Jamie reached for her hand to pull her back into a run.

She had counted seven men, each had at least two guns. They could never outrun them. She pulled out of his grip, wanting to get to Kyle. Three were near Kyle and two were near them, which left two unaccounted for. Brenda, where was Brenda? She broke into a run toward Kyle, Jamie was faster grabbing her to a halt.

"We have to get out of here," he yelled at her.

"I'm not leaving him," she yelled back. He didn't let go and it was hurting. "Jamie, let go of me," she begged.

"I suggest you do what the lady tells you," came a deep voice from behind them, followed by the cocking of a gun. Jamie and Molly both whirled around. The voice belonged to a tall man that reminded Molly instantly of her uncle. Behind him was a another man that looked to be around their age holding a terrified looking Brenda by the arm. "Chris," the man yelled toward the other men who were near Kyle. Brenda broke free of the younger man's grip and ran into Jamie's waiting arms. Molly looked back to see that the three men near Kyle looked in their direction. Kyle completely fell over, unconscious. Molly didn't care anymore what happened. Kyle needed help and he needed it now. She broke into a run, hearing Jamie and Brenda screaming her name after her. She couldn't seem to make her legs go as fast as she wanted. "Kyle," she yelled as she got near, praying the sound of her voice would cause him to get up. All seven men watched in awe as this young girl ran toward the boy they had just shot. She seemed totally oblivious to the fact that each of them had a gun trained on her. Buck went to step out in front of her. She pushed passed him as if he wasn't there. "Get out of the way," she said to him. She reached Kyle's side, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Kyle," she said a little softer. He wasn't breathing. "Jamie," she yelled. "Jamie, I need your help."

"He's gone, honey," a soft voice came beside her.

Molly noticed the young black man that was kneeling near Kyle for the first time. CPR, was all that Molly was thinking. Kyle had a mild form of epilepsy that caused him to seizure, they could do this. He'd be fine, but she couldn't do it herself.

"No," she said to him. "No he's not." She stood up completely this time. "Jamie, please I can't do this by myself," she was begging him, near tears. She saw Jamie break into a run with Brenda close behind him. Jamie rolled him over and tilted his head back, just like he'd been taught in school. He nodded to Molly, who pinched his nose and blew two quick breaths in his mouth. Brenda felt the side of his neck and said the words Molly had been dreading to hear:

"No pulse, begin CPR." She said it so calmly and quietly it was like they were doing the drill back in school. Jamie positioned himself over his friend and began the compressions, counting each one.