Can't seem to get to at least 900 words. But I've got a good feeling about this one! ;)

Wish me luck!

Also, I'm trying to put a lot of thought into this chapter, so please let me know what you think. Or if you're confused. But I wanna know!


This couldn't be happening... he couldn't really be dead, could he...? He was right there, and his heart was still beating... the annoying beeps of the heart monitor proved that. But if he was still alive, then why was he here, now, as a ghost...?

Gold placed his hands on his cheeks, feeling horribly panicked, violent shakes beginning to take hold of his small frame. He was dead... or in the middle of crossing. He'd heard from his dad once that everyone takes a spiritual form before crossing over to the other side. Which is how ghosts were born. When some of them refused to cross. But if he really WAS in this form, then he wasn't dead yet... but he wouldn't be able to go back into his own body again.

This couldn't be happening... this couldn't be happening... it wasn't his time... he couldn't leave them yet... he couldn't be dead...

The depressed angel found he couldn't bear to be in this room right now. He couldn't look at himself lying on that bed. He couldn't see his brothers depressed expressions. He had to get out of there... slowly, he began trudging his way out of the room, watching as a few doctors he'd never seen before rushing by. They must've been at a different hospital... he couldn't help but wonder where though...

Gold soon began walking down the stairs, a small part of him very relieved that no one could see him. He didn't want to freak anyone out whilst he was stuck on this spiritual plain. Even if he truly didn't feel as though it was his time...

He began to wonder, what it was he was walking towards. He couldn't help it. As he walked, he felt like something was pulling him towards it. Like he was walking with an empty mind, but he still had a destination. Was this how ghosts felt when they had just learned of their ghostly status...?


Silver rubbed his eyes, trying to keep any sleep away from him. He couldn't sleep now. Not when Gold was like this, and no doubt terrified.

He'd been here by Golds side longer than his brothers realized. He'd been here for a few hours now. Bronze had only woken up a half hour ago, and Septimus obviously just woke up. Silver was horribly tired. Not to mention he felt lightheaded, meaning sleep would be the best thing for him. But he, again, couldn't sleep with Gold like this. He couldn't leave Gold here when he was barely... alive...

The demon choked out a soft, almost inaudible sob, covering his mouth and trying his best to stay strong. His brothers needed someone to be strong now... Septimus had already broken down, no doubt assuming this was his fault, and Bronze was sure to follow shortly after. But he understood their reasoning. He too felt the need to cry. But again... he needed to remain strong for them...

The demon turned to Golds serene face, biting his lips horribly at the mere sight. He wished Gold didn't look so peaceful right now... don't get him wrong, he didn't want his brother to look like he was on pain either, but this peaceful expression made him feel as though Gold could cross over at any minute. And the mere thought was to horrible to bear... this family didn't function without Gold... Gold kept everyone happy and cheerful. He protected everyone and was there to settle disputes. He was basically the light that kept everyone moving in their family. If he were to die... then so would any light left in their family...

As Silver thought these depressing thoughts, unknowingly breaking into tears, he failed to notice Bronze backing out of the room.


Gold walked into a seemingly empty patients room, a little unsure of why he went in there himself, and looked around to see if he could find any clues as to why he went in there. Why he was seemingly pulled in there. And almost immediately he found why. For there, sitting on the bed with one leg crossed over the other, was none other than the angel of death herself: Hope.

The angel shook and went to make a dash for the door, only to have something slam of shut. Surprisingly, he ran right into it.

Gold stumbled back a bit and held his nose, wondering why he didn't phase through it if he truly were a ghost. Slowly, however, as he realized he had no other options, he turned back to Hope, finding the reaper slowly standing, grabbing her scythe and walking over to him at a menacingly slow pace.

" It had been a while Gold. "

Hope said softly, placing her soft, cold hand on the boys cheek, causing the child to lean into her touch, gently closing his eyes. He always felt at... peace... when the woman did this...

" I wish I didn't have to meet you again in such a situation. But I assume you understand why I'm here. "

Golds eyes soon snapped open upon hearing this, backing away from her touch.

" H-H-Hope I... "

He stuttered, any bit of bravery he'd held escaping him.

" I can't I... I can't be dead yet I... I still have more time right?! "

" Gold, please don't make this difficult. "

Hope said sadly, actually showing her sadness for the first time Gold had ever known. Something had changed inside of her... she was... feeling...

" I already didn't wish to help you cross. It would truly break you brother's heart... but I must do my job. "

" B-but... "


Bronze slowly straightened out, dusting himself off and placing the paintbrush into the paint can. The candles were lit, and he was ready to do this summoning ritual.

Yes. Bronze was summoning a demon. All he needed now was to light up the ingredients.

Bronze knew what his brothers would say should they see him doing this. They would straight up town him no. They would scold him for even thinking about it. They would say there had to be another way. But there WAS no other way. And he knew they knew that. Their dad couldn't heal them, and it was safe to say no angel would be able to heal Gold. So as much as he didn't wish to do so, Bronze would call on the ONE demon he knew who could possibly have the power to heal Gold.

The child lit a match and threw it into the bowl, flames erupting immediately after. In an instant the demon appeared in the devils trap Bronze had drawn, looking incredibly furious by the fact they were in the trap. Even more furious when they noticed the child.

" Ugh! What the hell do YOU want?! "

The demon roared, getting a soft sigh from Bronze, who wasn't affected.

" Hello to you too Pyro. "


" H-Hope I... I can't cross over right now... "

Gold whimpered, slipping to his knees.

" You don't understand... my brothers... I can't leave them... "

Hope blinked calmly, having honestly expected nothing less from Gold. She knew Gold wouldn't want to cross over. That he would make this difficult. But her job was to get people to cross over. She couldn't bend the rules unless Flash, or on some rare occasions Pyro, told her to. Or if someone bound her to their will, which didn't happen unless that person was truly stupid. But for Gold... well... this was a grey area.

The woman slowly sat on her knees, placing a gentle hand down on the others thigh, getting the now weeping angel to look up at her, his sapphire eyes melting her heart.

" Gold, I of all people understand. "

Hope explained gently.

" I have seen you three as children, and I've watched you grow. I've seen how Platinum has changed and broken free. I've seen how you've matured and become a real role model for your brothers. I've seen Silver overcome his fears, and I've seen Bronze come out of his shell. I understand why you wouldn't want to leave all that. "

The woman gently placed her hand under the others chin, forcing him to keep watching her. His mouth opened a bit at the contact...

" But I also know unless someone commands me to put your soul back, you will be trapped in the form of a ghost. Do you truly think your brothers wish for you to remain in such a state? "

Gold bit his lip, trying not to break. In truth, no. He knew his brothers wouldn't wish that on him. Many ghosts lost their minds, and became crazed, overpowered and heartless. His brothers would be devastated if he were trapped like that... incapable of moving on... they would be so hurt... he couldn't bear to hurt them. Or to become a burden if he couldn't cross...

Maybe...


" You seriously want me to help you bring that dorky angel after all the hell your family has put me through? "

Pyro hissed lowly, not affecting Bronze in the slightest.

" And in return... I'll let you have my soul. "

The demon raised his eyebrow at this, probably finding it a bit better. After all, Gold was an angel. He'd immediately get into heaven when he passed on. But if Bronze offered him his soul, he'd go to hell when he passed. One of Flash's children getting trapped in hell... the youngest child. Not to mention Pyro could torment him once he was there, since he'd own his soul at that point. Saving that dorky rainbow angel would be well worth it if it meant d***ing this child here to hell.

But how would he know if Bronze was truly worth it? He knew the kid obviously held the strength to be a true minion, but wether or not he was cold enough or cruel enough was the question. And based on how sweet he'd been throughout his life, Pyro was having his doubts.

He'd need a test...

Pyro broke into a violent laughter, letting his hair light up.

" That's RICH kid! "

He spat, a little surprised when Bronze glared in a silver shade.

" Like I would lift a FINGER to help that stupid angel! Hah! I hope his worthless soul winds up in he-! "

Suddenly a loud crumbling could be heard, and it took Pyro a moment to realize Bronze had punched right through the brick wall. Pyro could feel his eyes widen at this, amazed beyond relief. Even IF he'd been trying to infuriate the child, he didn't actually think... that BRONZE of all people felt such a great amount of rage like his brothers...

So he was worth it then. He could take his soul now and torture it in hell, then when Bronze passed on, he would give it back, and all the pain and grief would make the others afterlife a nightmare. Perfect...

Pyro sneered, soon holding his hand out to the child.

" Looks like you're more worth my time than I thought kid. "

He he purred, sending shakes down the others spine.

" It's a deal. And since I'm in such a good mood, I'll let you have a day with your brother before collecting your soul. Let's shake on it. "


" ... If it means my brothers will be happy, and at ease... "

Gold mumbled, slowly looking up at Hope. The woman seemed so conflicted about all this, as though it disheartened her knowing she was right, she still stood firm. And to be honest, it made Gold feel a little more positive about his decision.

" Then I'll go with you... "

" ... Thank you Gold. "

Hope said, offering up a small smile.

" Now, let us go-... "

The reapers white irises suddenly turned a bright silver, about the shade of Bronze's psychic markings really, and she seemed to be in a daze. As if, confused as to why this was happening. But what was happening was GOLDS only question. He'd never seen this happen before... he didn't know what it meant. Was it bad?

Finally Hope became responsive again, her eyes returning to normal. However, she seemed horribly confused. Without even uttering a single word, the woman placed her hands down on his chest and forehead, beginning to glow a vivid red. It burned his eyes really, and he found himself having to close his eyes.


Gold gasped, feeling his entire body jolt, opening his eyes to find a VERY shocked Silver and Septimus. Yet the duo shocked him too, due to their teary faces. Now, he wanted to be more shocked or surprised, but he found he couldn't be. After all, he knew he had nearly died...

The demons soon locked the angel into a hug, no one noticing Bronze creeping into the room and slowly sneaking into the group hug.

" Gold I'm so glad your awake! "

Silver cried, having clearly given up being strong and now simply sobbing into Golds shoulder. Gold smiled softly, trying to reassure his brother, moving his long white hair a bit and rubbing his upper back and shoulder blades.

" It's alright Silver, I'm fine. "

As he said this, he began to realize how true it actually was. He felt... great. All things considered. His heart and chest no longer burned, his head didn't feel lightheaded, and his wings didn't ache. He felt... wonderful.

" I... I feel great. "

The other three backed away, allowing the angel to have some room to move. Gold quickly threw his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up just as quickly. To his own surprise, he didn't sway. He didn't even feel his knees buckle. He felt 100% perfectly fine.

What was going on...? Things like this didn't just happen... was it truly a miracle of some sort? Were the doctors here not incompetent? Was he just unbelievably lucky? Regardless of how he suddenly got well, he was well. And he was going to make sure his brothers knew it. Judging by all their shaken expressions, they had been worried. Quickly the angel threw on a smile, flapping his wings a bit behind him.

" L-l-let's go home guys. "

Gold said, trying to regain some of his positivity.

" I don't know about all of you, but I'm in the mood for a movie. "

" ... Alright. "

Septimus said softly, as if unsure, before shaking his head slowly and throwing on a smile.

" Sounds cool really. Especially since we've all had a long day. I'll call a cab. "

" Wait a cab? "

Gold asked, raising an eyebrow.

" What's wrong with my car? "

The other three began to look around nervously before heading out the door wordlessly, worrying Gold to the core as he followed them.

" Guys? Wh-what's wrong with my CAR?! GUYS?! "


The night had flown by a bit faster than the child would've liked... but everyone seemed happy in the end. He almost wished it didn't have to end... as this was the last time he would ever be able to be with them. To truly be with them.

This was really it for him...

As the boy entered his room, he was not at all surprised to find Pyro himself waiting there for him, a smug look on his face. And it made the boy want to hurl in all seriousness. He didn't want someone like this to feel like he'd won...

The demon slowly lowered himself to the floor, his wings flapping a bit behind him before they folded up, the hellfire grinning coldly at the terrified child. This demon... always made him feel uneasy...

" Are you ready Bronze? "

Pyro asked, getting a soft nod from the golden haired boy.

" I am. "

" Sing. Obviously I can't seal this deal, and steal your soul with a kiss. Sing from your heart, about anyone or anything that makes you feel, and I'll be be able to pull your soul right out. "

Sing... Bronze didn't like singing. He couldn't hear himself, and it made him self conscious. What if he sounded bad? What if his voice cracked? What if he just didn't have a good voice?

... For Gold, however, he would sing. This song... he had in mind... he guessed it was meant for a break up, or an ex, but... it had a sad feel to it, and perhaps... it was sad enough to revile how he felt.

Notice me, take my hand

Why are we, strangers when

Our love is strong,

Why carry on without me?

Pyro smirked, feeling the boys emotions pouring into this song. It was perfect...

Every time I try to fly

I fall without my wings

I feel so small

I guess I need you baby

And every time I see, you in my dreams

I see your face, it's haunting me

I guess I need you baby

The demon began to glow a bright silver, preparing to up

I make believe

That you are here

It's the only way

I see clear

What have I done

You seem to move on easy

Bronze could feel the others silver psychic energy taking hold of him. Pyro was preparing to take his soul... the boy couldn't rest now though.

And every time I try to fly

I fall without my wings

I feel so small

I guess I need you baby

And every time I see you in my dreams

I see your face, you're haunting me

I guess I need you baby

Bronze, despite being terrified, could feel himself truly getting into this song. His heart was beginning to hurt though... wether this was from Pyro, or the sadness from leaving his brothers, however, he was unsure.

I may have made it rain

Please forgive me

My weakness caused you pain

And this song is my sorry

A horrible ache could be felt in his heart, signaling his soul was beginning to leave. Bronze gulped, feeling his throat tighten horribly before taking a deep breath, continuing his song.

At night I pray

That soon your face

Will fade away

A strange, slightly painful sensation gripped his throat, indicating his soul was almost free. This was it... with a heavy heart, the child finished up.

And every time I try to fly

I fall without my wings

I feel so small

I guess I need you baby

And every time I see you in my dreams

I see your face, you're haunting me

I guess I need you baby.

As he sang this last note, giving a soft sigh, a small whiteish-green light flew from his lips, flowing into Pyro's hands and into a small vile. The demon grinned, looking forward, pleased to find Bronze's face now blank, and void of any emotion. If anything, he could be seen as bored, or infuriated. The sure sign of someone whose lost their soul. Pyro straightened out, stretching his wings, preparing to take off. But just to rub salt into the others wounds...

" Pleasure doing business with you kid. "

And just like that he vanished, leaving Bronze there alone. The boy simply blinked, not giving any indication that he cared, before walking over and crawling under his covers, falling to a deep, dreamless sleep.


This... this chapter destroyed me... so sad...

On a brighter note, ah... I made it passed 900 words by a... couple thousand. X3 Longest chapter in days. Also,t he song is "Everytime, by Britney Spears". It IS a little sad, and I couldn't find a better one, sorry. I chose it more to capture the emotions Bronze was feeling. Hope no one minds.