Danny's POV

The rain was pouring down hard and cold. The sky was mysterious and threatening, all the while, I felt horrible. I could hear my heart pounding on my ears, my heart beating fast against my chest.

My hair was dripping wet and falling all over my head. My cuts and bruises were starting to be painful. I had cuts on my cheeks and my body that were letting a lot of blood out. I felt tired, but I couldn't stop. Sam and Chris were knocked unconscious and couldn't do anything.

I was battling against an alien twice my size and thrice the time in strength. It was, I'll admit, winning. But I just can't let him. If he wins, he'll take Cathy and Mr. Smith. He said he goes by the name of Taker. I told him a while ago, before we knew how strong and powerful he was, that he should get a better name and he said that it fit him perfectly. I couldn't complain anymore. He had already done it to Mr. Smith, I couldn't let him do it to Cathy,

not her.

I fought and fought. I'd taken one of his swords away and he kept going. The sword is what had kept slashing me over and over. He was a step away from doing the same as Mr. Smith to her. I suddenly saw him smirk. He had stopped fighting. I became confused and then I looked around for her. I couldn't see her.

I quickly turned towards his smirking face. 'No! He couldn't have!' I thought as realization struck me as soon as I saw her body. Her now cold, unmoving body. The bitch left before I could even look up at him, but I didn't care.

I ran as fast as I could towards her. She had many cuts that she got trying to protect her grandpa. She was probably bleeding more than me because he had slashed her under her chest deeply.

When I got there, I grabbed her body and put her head on my lap. I took all of the hair that was around her face away.

"Cathy! Cathy! Please don't! Don't do this! I can't, I can't…" I said desperately but I couldn't continue what I was going to say. She looked up at me weakly then and opened her mouth.

"Danny… tell the two they're the best friends I could ask for… and Danny… look at my diary… because I want you to know that… I l…" she was saying in a weak voice but when she was about to tell me something that I could tell was important for me to know, she… closed her eyes and dropped her head on my side.

I quickly started telling her not to, to move, to talk, to do anything that let me know she was still alive, but I got nothing.

So the only thing I did was cry. Cry beside her, holding her close. I cried for hours and hours. I cried after Sam and Chris woke up and I cried myself to sleep in the clubhouse, because I didn't want to be anywhere else.

I knew there wasn't any way to bring her back, but I knew I was going to do what she asked me.

My heart would be empty for the rest of my life so what's the point if anyone get's mad at me? She asked me, and I'll do it. She wants for me to know something.

I just wish I could have told her that I loved her with all my love before she died.

Sad, but I needed to write something like this. I guess some of you know how I feel when I kill my favorite character.

Do you guys want me to write what he read in the diary and what happens afterwards? It would be like another one-shot but longer.