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AN: Ha, I didn't wait for any reviews this time... You can thank my friend for that. (:
But seriously, if you don't review this time, I won't post the next chapter.

REDONE ON SUNDAY, JUNE 30TH.

The only noise in the area was the sound of John's shoes trampling the ground beneath his feet as he ran. He wouldn't let Karkat die, even though he would be revived. He didn't want him to feel the pain of death. He cared for the troll too much to let that happen.

Karkat turned his head a bit so he could get a closer look at the creature that was postponing his imminent end. Upon the inspection that this creature was his human friend, John Egbert, he let out a strange choking/sobbing noise. John was going to die again - this time right in front of him. He wouldn't be able to save him.

Jack turned his gaze towards the human. He grunted in annoyance and aimed his sword at him and threw it. He wasn't going to let his 'fun time' be disrupted by some weak little human. Before his weapon could even come within a fifteen meter radius of the boy, it shattered.

Bits and pieces of it were blown viciously by the wind. Okay, so maybe the boy wasn't as weak as he had thought. Both Jack and Karkat stared at the boy with shock. When had he had the time to master his God Tier powers?

"Well, well, well," Jack began, a devious grin replacing his earlier expression. He clapped his hands sardonically and continued, "The Heir of Breath has finally mastered his powers. Looks like we can finally get this show on the road!" John slowed down and halted right next to Karkat, eyeing the tall man in front of him warily.

Jack had on a deep grey-and-black-striped suit, shiny-pure-black loafers, and a black top hat. He was pale-skinned and had cold, ebony eyes. His short black hair was cropped at an angle, making it appear that somebody had cut it off forcefully.

John then turned towards his troll-friend, Karkat, taking in his expression. It contained confusion, anger, sadness... and something else. John couldn't put a name on it.

John slowed down to a halt beside him. His body language suggested that he was determined, strong, and not to be messed with, but when he turned to face him, Karkat realized that it was just a facade. Sure, John was determined, but his eyes showed that he was also sad, scared, and in a ton of pain. Who wouldn't be?

Karkat wanted to so badly wrap his arms around the raven-haired teen and show him that he wasn't alone. He wanted to kiss those soft pale pink lips of his and make the pain go away. Of course this wouldn't happen on account of two reasons. One, he was pretty sure John was 'straight' and that he didn't feel the same way about Karkat. Two, he didn't have the strength to move at the moment.

God, he was so worthless. He couldn't even protect the one he had red feelings for.

"Close your eyes," John whispered as he lifted his dual hammers into the air. The troll just stared at him, perplexed. John sighed, and spoke calmly, "Ventus." The winds became harsher than they already were and the two hammers were consumed by a blinding light that caused both Karkat and Jack to cringe in pain.

As the light dimmed down, Jack exclaimed, "What did you do?! What is that thing?" He was referring to John's hammers. Well, more like hammer now. His dual hammers had been combined in order to make the Wind-Still hammer.

Don't be fooled by it's crappy name; it was strong. It was pure white in color, but had sky blue stars decorating the handle leading towards the top. It had complete control over the wind, making it easier for John to control his powers. John looked over at Jack again, meeting his cold ebony eyes.

"This is the weapon that will erase you from existence," he replied, voice cold and void of emotion. Jack scoffed and lunged at the boy, claws extracted. John quickly sidestepped, making sure to lead Jack away from karkat. He brought his hammer down and smashed it into Jack's rib cage.

Jack made a disgruntled sound and scratched at John, tearing into his left arm. Before John had the chance to react again, he summoned another sword. This one big and bulky. He slashed at the boy and waited for an agonizing scream to resound the battlefield.

It never came. He looked down to see that his sword had been parried by none other than that stupid hammer. He growled and cursed under his breath. John, figuring he didn't have time to dilly dally, kicked Jack in the knee, causing the man to collapse onto the ground.

The teen quickly lifted his hammer and was about to smash it into Jack's chest, but stopped when he felt a searing pain in his stomach. He looked down to see Jack grinning with his sword sticking through his stomach. That didn't end well.

Karkat was watching this all from the sidelines, a horrified expression plastered onto his face. John did not enjoy partaking in 'killing' Jack, but he didn't enjoy being killed either. He quickly stepped away from the sword, wincing as it was pulled out of him - slicing through his insides on the way. This time, he brought his hammer down on Jack's chest without being hindered.

As if a mad rage had spurred, he repeated the action multiple times until he knew for sure that the man was dead. John dropped his hammer after the finishing blow and stumbled backwards clutching his stomach. He glanced at Karkat, who was trying to stand up, but failing miserably. After a few more tries, the troll accomplished his goal and ran towards John just as he was about to collapse, successfully catching him and laying his head on his lap.

"John!" He cried, "Why... Why did you do that?!" John heard him sniffle and immediately felt bad. "I'm sorry Karkat," He apologized, voice raspy, "He needed to be stopped." John felt a warm liquid drip onto his cheek and he absent mindedly lifted his hand and rubbed it.

He then brought his hand into his line of sight and stared at the red substance that now adorned it. "Karkat? Are you crying?" He asked cautiously. There was a low growl and then, "No... fuckass. Why would I be?" John smiled sadly and answered, "I dunno. 'Cause you care?"

There was a sob, "Why would I care about a nooksniffer like you?" The raven-haired teen's smile slowly fell, dissipating into a grim line. "I'm not sure, why would you?" He countered and quickly lifted his hand to cover his mouth as a series of harsh coughs left his lips.

He was dying; he knew it. He wouldn't be revived, at least, not in this world. Would he be alive when everyone was returned safely to their homes? He sure hoped so.

"John," Karkat began sadly, "You won't be able to revive again, will you?" John looked up and met Karkat's eyes, "No." He watched as Karkat bit his lip with one of his -very- sharp fangs, causing a bit of candy-red blood to spill and roll down his chin. "Don't do that KK," he scolded, "We'll meet again."

The troll glared at him and -almost- snarled, "We won't be able to meet again if you don't revive, asshole!" John sighed, his vision was getting blurry and dark spots were beginning to dance across his line of sight. "I have a feeling that I'll revive in my world. I just don't know how I'm going to..." He trailed off.

"Be able to what?" Karkat asked softly, trying to control his temper. "Cope." John couldn't see anymore, so he began again, trying to hurry.

"Tell Dave and the others not to lose hope and forget about me. Don't you do it either." John let his eyelids close and embraced the darkness as it claimed him.