A/N: Hey guys~ For those who have stuck around for this chapter, I thank you. You have all been a huge inspiration to me and to this story.
I just want to clear up the couple situation since I changed some of the pairings. So here's a list. EthanXDanny, AllisonXIsaac, JacksonXLydia, AidenXOC(eventually), CoraXOC(offstage for now), DerekXStiles(work in progress, kinda). There are a few others that will be mentioned, past AllisonXScott and KiraXScott. Kira will make an appearance sometime in the story, I'm just not sure when.
Also, some of this chapter is going to be from the main point of view of Derek. It helps with what I'm planning. Mwuahahahaha. *laughs maniacally*
Just wanted to clear that up and promise more for the future. And maybe warn a little . So lets get on with it, shall we.
A blast of energy flooded through the field in a burst of light. Wind pushed and pulled through the branches of the treetops, making them sway precariously. Immense amounts of heat randomly rushed through the clearing, the summer sun being nothing compared to this.
"Come at me again!" Ray shouted from the other side of the field, dancing lightly on the air. After the beginning of practice, she quickly exchanged her jeans and T-shirt for something cooler, shorts and a tank top. Her feet were bare, though she played it off as it just being easier. Drops of sweat pebbled at her brow, her hair sticking to her face uncomfortably.
Stiles rushed forward in a blur, appearing instantaneously in front of the wind mage. His eyes closed on instinct, mind clearing on its own. A wave of power flooded through him and he pushed it outward, feeling the fire tingle it's way up his arms and through his torso. Even so, the moment his eyes opened, a vibrant orange glowing in them, he was pushed back. His back landed painfully on the other side of the field, pulling a whimper from his throat. Derek was at his side in an instant, checking over his body for other injuries. The teen waved him away.
"You need to focus more. If having him here is effecting your focus, then he needs to leave." Ray appeared in front of them in a burst of wind, jerking her head toward the werewolf. "I realize you aren't tapping into your full potential because you are afraid that you are going to hurt him, and while I couldn't care less, I am here to train you. I need to see the true power that you possess so I can help you control it. I'm just blindly running drills with you right now. And while it is fun to kick your ass without trying, that isn't what I'm supposed to be doing. Now focus, or he goes." She turned around, disappearing on sight in a gust of wind and reappearing on the other side of the field.
The two stared at each other for what felt like forever, though could have only been a couple seconds. The wolf cupped the teen's face, pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. "I can go if you want." A small smile tugged on his lips, though his reluctance was obvious.
"I...I don't know. You keep me, like, in control. I guess the whole point is to lose control, but what if she can't stop me once I do? I don't want to end up going after you or anyone else in the Pack."
"If you only fear for their safety, I can round everyone up and keep them safe. If you want."
Stiles seemed to contemplate this, glancing between the wolf and the wind mage before nodding his head in a small sign of ascension. Another kiss was pressed to his lips, making a surge of want to spike through him. Derek rolled his eyes, helping the teen back on his feet.
"Give her Hell." He whispered in the other's ear, nipping it gently, before relinquishing his hold. "Come by the loft when you're done with practice. Everyone will be waiting for you." With another nod and a worried glance to Ray, the man ran in the opposite direction, throwing a cautious glance at the female.
Once he was sure that neither teens could hear him or even attempt to eavesdrop, he call up Isaac. His phone went straight to voicemail, forcing a muttered curse out of Derek's mouth. Ever since the boy got Allison, he has turned into Scott, ignoring calls and texts, ditching school and pack meetings, turning his phone off at the most inconvenient of times. Though the teen has definitely grown happier the past few weeks, so the Alpha couldn't complain all that much. He was glad that the two had found each other when they did. With their relationship budding, the Pack's bonds have grown increasingly closer.
He could gladly say that this band of misfits and troublemakers has become his new family. They have grown and fought together several times, thrown to work side by side by the worst of circumstances, though it has made them much closer than the wolf would have ever imagined. They were becoming a Pack that he could be proud of and stronger with each passing day. They could and would protect each other if the need ever arose, and for that, he was eternally thankful. And with the new power Stiles will come to master, the group should grow stronger than anything they have encountered thus far. He could feel their bonds growing and pulling tighter, the Alpha and his mate.
He was sure everyone else could feel the ties shifting with the new realization of power and dare he say it, love. He knew they could feel Stiles growing stronger with each passing second. They could feel the budding relationship between them. The effect it has had so far on their bonds has been nothing but positive, pushing them to strengthen and grow more resilient.
He speed dialed Peter next and thankfully, the man wasn't lurking somewhere and picked up on the second ring.
"Hello my dear nephew. What can I do for you this fine evening?"
"Call everyone and get them to the loft. When I get there, we will be having a pack meeting. There is something I would like to discuss with them. Also, Isaac has his phone off, so try to find him and Allison and bring them too."
"Because I'm not doing anything right now. I shall just indulge you in anything and everything you ask of me. Now what kind of Uncle would I be if I did that." His laugh carried through the speaker.
Asshole. The man growled low in his throat. "It would make you my beta. Now do what is being told of you."
"And what's the magic word? I know your mother didn't raise you without manners."
Derek could practically feel the wink in the other man's eyes. He physically face palmed. "Uncle Peter. Would you please gather everyone at the loft?"
"That's the way Derek. See you when you get here."
The line went dead. "But you didn't-Wait!" He mumbled a string of curses under his breath, most of which containing words such as should have stayed dead and Gerard and Molotov cocktails.
The man was just starting his arduous, not really, journey back to his car, when a rush of power hit him, forcing him to stumble back. A wave of heat spread through the trees, making an instant sweat break out across his forehead. He turned his head back towards the school, a proud smile etching it's way across his features. He winked into the trees, muttering small words of praise before running off yet again.
The Pack gathered in their own personal groups around the loft. The twins standing near the couch with Danny. Allison and Lydia talking by the window. Jackson and Cora standing near by, both in an awkward silence. Peter sat at the top of the stairs, leering down at all the teens. Melissa and John were banging around in the kitchen, a mouthwatering smell permeating throughout the entirety of the loft.
The click of the door alerted each member that another person was there. The Alpha barged through the door, the metal crashing against it's hinges. The man's breathing was slightly faster than normal, sweat trickling down his face and soaking into the collar of his shirt. He quickly assessed the situation and the people in the apartment. His nose twitched with the familiar smells of his Pack, of his family, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"What are we doing here?" Jackson broke the silence, his annoyed voice shattering the peaceful serenity of the situation.
"There is something that I had to discuss with all of you. It is of great importance so I need you to listen very car-" His voice echoed through the room from the abrupt cut off. Once again, he looked around the room, taking in his surroundings, using his nose and eyes. His eyes closed in concentration, sorting through each scent.
"What are you-" Allison started, though her voice quickly faded as Derek snapped his eyes open, the irises bleeding red.
"Where is Isaac?"
Relief ran through the room at the promise of no danger. "He said that he'd be here in a couple minutes. He had to go check something out. Said that he smelt Stiles in the woods with someone else. He figured he was in danger." Lydia responded, shrugging her shoulders in a show of calm.
"He went looking for Stiles? In the woods?" Panic made his voice slightly higher, reaching a new octave he didn't think possible for his baritone.
"Yeah?" Jackson said, his brows furrowing. Everyone had matching stares of confusion, all looking at him as if he were crazy.
"What's wrong?" Derek's eyes shifted to Peter, who arched a brow quizzically.
"We have to get him out of there. Now. Stiles isn't in danger. He is." The Alpha said, a new sense of urgency entering his tone.
"What's going on? What aren't you telling us?" Allison said in a soft voice, taking a step forward. Though her stance was slightly defensive, as if preparing for a rogue or an attack.
Derek sighed. "Long story short; Stiles is out there. But he is training with Ray. You don't need to know who that is yet. But Stiles isn't stable and he is a danger to everyone near him except for Ray. That is why she is training him. If he goes anywhere near Stiles right now, he is in an immense amount of danger. So, we have to go. Now." He turned his back to the surprised faces of all the teens and the understanding one of his uncle.
"Wait. Where is he training?" Lydia's voice spoke up.
"Why?" The Alpha huffed out, impatience growing. He turned back around, twirling slightly on his heel. Both girls were staring out the window, everyone soon following suit. Confusion took hold of the man's mind, clouding his annoyance and urgency.
"Where. Is. He. Training?" She said again.
"The school. I think on the lacrosse field. Why?" He took his own step forward.
"Because of that." She pointed out the window to somewhere he couldn't see. It seemed she was the only one capable of speaking at the moment, all other's too shocked to forced their vocal chords to work.
He appeared next to her in an instant, eyes growing wide almost comically. If it weren't for the situation, the teens probably would be making fun of him for it. But no one could laugh. Because the area surrounding the school was ablaze, licking up into the sky. Even from behind the window and a few miles away, they could all feel the energy pulsating through the air, setting it alight with electricity. The fire throbbed in the wind, being pushed farther and farther outward. The surrounding trees burned in brilliance. However, the strange thing was there was no smoke. With the amount of fire, the sky should be blackening with billowing smoke, but the sun was clear as day, shining bright on the town.
The clatter of metal against concrete sounded from behind them, all heads snapping toward the noise. Melissa knelt down immediately to clean up the mess while John stood in the doorway eyeing the teen with curiosity and panic. "What's going on?" He asked in something that could be dubbed his 'Sheriff voice'.
"Again. Long story short. Isaac is in trouble and Stiles might hurt him. Can we just all go now?"
No one actually responded to him, all members jumping into action. The wolves were out of the room in an instant, low growls echoing in the hall. The humans followed, each carrying their required weapons. John and Melissa a gun, Allison a crossbow and Lydia and Danny a knife.
They were all stopped outside of the building though, by the low growl and order of the Alpha. "We need to stay together and be extremely cautious. Humans grab a wolf so we can get there faster."
Allison was carried by Aiden, Danny by Ethan, Lydia by Jackson, John by Peter and Melissa by Cora. Each wolf carried their human in their arms, almost protectively.
"I still expect an explanation." John spoke from the right of the group once they started running, staring at the Alpha expectantly.
Derek sighed, huffing all the air out of his lungs before taking in a deep breath. "A few days ago, Stiles and I went to Deaton's because we were...I wouldn't say attacked, but we were talked to by Ray. Well, Stiles talked to her, I was otherwise incapacitated. Anyway, she said some things that he nor I understood, so we confronted Deaton for some information." He took in another deep breath. "It turns out Stiles is this thing called a Summoner. He can control fire. Well, he can't control it, obviously." He motioned to the general direction of the school. "But he has the ability to control it, which means he is dangerous. Deaton told us that being a fire Summoner is very rare and that Stiles will be very dangerous for quite awhile. He would need proper training in order to control his abilities before he would be allowed around the is what Ray is for. She is here to help and guide him, I think. I don't fully trust her, but Stiles seems to and I trust him. She is the same as him, but she controls wind and air and is pretty powerful at that."
"Is that why you have been out of commission for the past couple of days?" Aiden spoke from his left.
"I guess you could say that. Yes."
"Or would it be more with the fact that you and Stiles are-" Ethan was cut off by the Alpha's growl, a small whimper passing through his lips.
"You and Stiles are what?" Cora asked, though her tone held a certain sense of knowing.
"That is not the issue here. We are going out to save Isaac, not ask me a bunch of questions."
"I'd kind of like to hear this actually." John said, a smirk in his voice.
Derek groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. "Fine. We-" His voice was cut off by a loud yelp to their left. He hadn't even realized how far they had gone. The heat was practically smoldering their clothes off, making the fabric stick to sweat slickened bodies. Breaths came out in pants, oxygen muggy with water. Wind blew hot air through the trees, throwing scents off track.
Derek stopped mid-stride, the others quickly following suit as to not run into him or not to get yelled at by their leader. "We have to be careful. I have a feeling Ray is having some trouble controlling Stiles. Or she underestimated him. Stay behind me and don't make a noise." His voice shifted with elongated fangs, forcing a lisp into his words.
The Pack nodded their ascension, staring straight ahead. They moved slower now, though more stealthily. Another whimper rose out from around the trees, causing one to rumble through the Betas. Derek said nothing. He understood the amount of stress that they were all feeling in this situation. They had felt it before with the Nogitsune. The fear of their Pack member, but pure need to help them and protect them from harm. He felt the urge to save Isaac from this situation vibrate in his bones, making his Wolf pace anxiously. But the instinct to be beside his mate and protect him fought against his most primal instincts. He knew his will was diminishing greatly, and soon, too soon, his Wolf would take full form. He would run off and desert his Pack in their own time of need. Somewhere deep inside, Derek knew the Pack wouldn't be able to fend for themselves if Stiles ever lost control. They wouldn't have the will nor capability to protect themselves. He couldn't leave them now, he couldn't leave them ever.
He had vowed to become a better Alpha, for the sake of himself and his Pack. He willed himself to try harder to open up, to speak more, t let his emotions shine through. And even though the progress was miniscule and hard to come by, there was still progress. A good Alpha needs four things; strength, love, courage and loyalty. He would always be loyal to these teens, no matter how far they drove him up a wall. He would use everything in his power to protect and serve his Betas and humans, use every fiber of strength he possesses to keep them alive and fighting, even if it meant risking his own life. He has always loved them, like family, though he never showed that. He needed to be there for them, no matter if it was life threatening or simple teenage drama. He wanted what his mother had with her Pack. The sense of closeness and belonging and family and Pack. He craved it, needed it. And he knew, knew it with everything he was, that only he could bring that feeling to this Pack. Only he could help them all belong and truthfully become family. He would become like his mother, no matter how long it took or how hard he would have to try. He would do it.
The heat escalated to nearly painful, forcing the wolves to shift and the humans to use anything in order to protect their skin from blistering. Fire quickly became clear, eating its way up the trunks of the redwoods and oaks and pines, licking at their leaves. Once again, it was evident that the fire did nothing to harm what they touched. Derek wasn't sure if the same could be said about a person and he wasn't willing to risk it. The only sounds evident was the obvious crackling of fire and their soft footsteps. Nothing skittered or scampered away from their group, making the Alpha believe that either the fire had drove them away from their homes or they were all killed due to the extreme heat. He bet on the latter.
"You hear that?" Derek asked the group, a slight hitch in his voice.
"No?" Ethan responded, confused.
"Exactly. Be careful of this fire. We don't know what it did to the animals in this part of the woods and I'm not willing to find out."
Another yelp came from a few feet in front of them, in the center of the oven. Heat waves distorted the trees, making them hazy. The fire bursted with energy, pushing the group back.
"Isaac is right in front of us. Do not, I repeat, do not split up."
The Pack tightened around themselves, keeping eyes open at all angles. The humans stood in the middle, wolves creating a wall of protection. Heat bombarded from all sides, hitting them all like a wave, washing over them. Though they kept moving, walking as one entity.
They all stopped when they reached the school.
Stiles stood in the middle of the field, fire blazing all around him, licking up his arms and legs, burning through his shirt, leaving it charred and hanging in tatters. Wind blew through the fabric, whipping it away from his body, his hair sticking up in random directions. A body lay next to him, the distinct fall of hair proved that it was a female. His eyes were wide open, staring at them with unseeing eyes, irises glowing white, pupils slitted like a cats.
A yelp came from the other side of the clearing. Their attention directed to the sound. Isaac lay in a heap at the fringe of the trees, fire licking up his legs. His pant legs were slowly diminishing, showing off blistered and broken skin, red tainting the pale skin underneath.
"Get Isaac." Derek ordered, eyes glued to the teen in front of him. His wolf howled, making him wince. He had to protect his mate, keep his mate safe. He took a step forward, the heat burning through the soles of his shoes.
"What will you do Derek?" Peter asked, though the smirk on his face told him that the elder already knew.
"I'm going to get Stiles."
"But you-" Cora started.
"Get Isaac!" His eyes bled red, forcing a whimper from the wolves. They nodded their consent, taking the humans with them. They tightened around the gap he had left, closing it seamlessly.
His attention moved to the teen. He took several steps forward, wincing as each step took more from his shoe, blistering the bottoms of his feet. He held up a steady hand, clasping it around the teen's shoulder.
Fire and energy shot up his forearm, one from the inside the other on the outside. A whimper was pulled from his throat as the fire licked it's way up his bicep, charring the edges of his shirt off. Electricity vibrated through his body, setting his nerves on edge. His senses sharpened, mind clearing.
He took another step forward, eyes scrunching up in pain. He put another hand on the teen's shoulder, pulling more fire into his body. His knees shook, threatening to collapse. His hands shook, tempting him to break his hold. He tightened it in response.
One more step forward and he pulled the teen into an embrace. Fire scorched through his shirt, melting the skin of his chest. Pure energy shot forward from the teen into his chest. His heart beat faster, ribs complaining at the extra pressure. He pulled him tighter. After a few moments, he collapsed onto his knees, pulling the boy with him.
"Stiles." His voice morphing with agony. "Stiles. You have to get a handle on this. The Pack is here. You'll hurt them if you continue. You already hurt Isaac. I know that's not what you want."
When he got no response from the teen, he closed his eyes, head falling on Stiles' shoulder. Pain burned through his scalp, fire singing the edges of his hair. "Stiles. Please come back to me. Come back to all of us." He pleaded
The blaze brightened, radiating heat with each pulsation. It throbbed in time with the teen's pulse which jackhammered against his skin. It spread quickly, reaching farther out with each jump in energy. Dry brush caught instantly, along with grass and any shrubbery in the area, though the trees took some coaxing, but all eventually succumbed to the blaze.
Stiles' eyes burned brighter as more energy wracked through him, being pushed out immediately. His pupils dilated against the stark white, before receding back into slits. Fire danced up to his shoulder blades, trying desperately to reach his face. It climbed up him like claws, digging into his skin and pulling up. Blisters coated his neck and chin, some bleeding, some just white against red. His lips moved quickly, chanting, though no sound escaped his lips.
The Alpha leaned closer, almost pressing his face to the teen's lips, though another wave of pain hit him, forcing him back slightly.
"Get them out. Make it stop. Get them out. Make it stop. Get them out. Make it stop." He repeated over and over again, lifting a shaking hand towards the group of teens staring at him wide eyed, fear and concern etched onto their faces.
"Stiles?" Allison took a step forward, a hand resting idly on the arrows strung to her back. The rest of the group seemed to move with her, as if in sync.
"Stay back. He's unpredictable right now." The teen's didn't fall back, though the wolves didn't take another step forward. The humans, with no sense of self-preservation, took several until they were only a few feet from where the couple was crouched.
Melissa and John stood at the back of the group, as if protecting them from the fire attacking the woods tirelessly behind them. Lydia and Danny stood in front of the parents, eyes flitting to the sides every once and awhile, gripping their knives until their knuckles were pale. And Allison brought up the front, kneeling down.
She reached a steady hand forward, gripping Stiles' shoulder. Her grip immediately tightened as pain shot up her arm, fire grazing her skin delicately. The rest of the humans repeated the process, some making sounds of protest and pain and others completely silent, giving Stiles their quiet support. Each said their own words of praise to the teen, muttering in soft voices.
"Someone call Deaton!" Derek shouted to the wolves on the fringe of the treeline.
As if on queue, Peter had his phone pressed to his ear. Derek turned back to the group before him. "You shouldn't be here. You could get hurt."
Lydia scoffed while the others only raised a brow. "Stiles is our friend. And he is John's son. Nothing you say or do will get up to move from this spot." Danny said, voice tinged with pain.
"We have gone through Peter and the kanima, the Alpha Pack, Jennifer, the Nogitsune, Scott. This won't deter us. We will help him." Lydia reiterated. "We have to help him."
The teen twitched in their arms, another burst of energy flooding through the field. Though, the energy kept coming, pouring out of the teen like a wave. The wolves were pushed back several hundred feet, disappearing behind the trees. Several snapping sounds resonated through the clearing, signaling each broken branch that connected with a wolf. The humans were shot from their positions. Allison and Lydia lay in crumpled heaps a few feet away, John and Melissa a couple yards from that. Danny disappeared behind the trees, a thump breaking through the crackling of fire. Derek was forced backwards, landing in a bush at the fringe of trees. Ray's unconscious body was flung to the side, now laying in a limp fetal position.
The wolves not severely injured slowly came from the woods, some still bleeding, others in perfect health. Ethan and Jackson didn't show. The humans were knocked unconscious, though Derek didn't smell any serious injury. He hefted himself up from his position, only to freeze as a heartbreaking howl echoed through the trees, breaking through the fire and dispersing it from the clearing.
The sudden chill made Derek shiver, though the ones following had nothing to do with the cold. The other conscious members of the Pack seemed to have the same reaction.
"Go!" He shouted to the wolves. Almost all of them left. All with looks of concern and horror. Peter stayed.
Derek's attention was quickly grabbed as the teen started convulsing on the ground. He was next to him within the next second, cradling Stiles' head. His skin glowed a soft orange, lighting the clearing like a dull flashlight. His eyes flashing between white and cinnamon as if trying to chose which state it wanted to be in.
More howls broke through the clearing. The only one missing was Jackson's. Peter disappeared, running toward the scene.
The teen stilled in his arms. "I told you to stay away." Came Stiles' raspy voice.
The Alpha's eyes snapped to his face, unbelieving. His skin still held a slight glow, though it stopped illuminating the field. His eyes had morphed, one completely white, the other his warm honey brown. The blisters had disappeared from his skin, leaving unmarked and unmarred.
"Stiles?" Derek's voice broke, his tone pouring relief.
"Yeah Sourwolf. I'm oka-" His voice was cut off by another string of howls and the wolves breaking through the trees.
Isaac and Peter supported an unconscious Jackson who had blood pouring out of a gash on his side. Behind them, Ethan held Danny, crowded by Cora and Aiden, who had a branch impaled through his abdomen.
"Get Danny to the hospital. Now!" Derek roared, eyes bleeding red. The wolves didn't need to be told twice.
"What about Jackson?" Someone said. The Alpha couldn't distinguish voices or noises or actions.
"He'll be fine. His healing is already starting to kick in. Take him to Deaton's just in case. Peter, get everyone else home." He didn't bother waiting for a response before scooping up the teen and running in the same direction of the hospital.
"Where are you taking me?" Stiles asked groggily, eyes drooping.
"I'm taking you to the hospital."
Silence engulfed the run, neither knowing what to say or how to say the things on the tip of their tongues.
"This is my fault." Stiles muttered.
"I knew you were going to do this. That is why we are going to the hospital so you can see that Danny is going to be just fine."
The teen let it drop for now. He fell into an uneasy sleep, body and mind exhausted, against the wolf's shoulder. The steady beating of Derek's heart lulled him farther into dreamland until nothing registered but the light bounce of feet against the ground.
The teen awoke to bright lights and the smell of bleach. He was confused for no more than a couple seconds before the events from before rushed to him. His eyes snapped open, being met with the other members of the Pack. They all were skittered around the waiting room, some comforting those crying, others completely silent. They all had dark rings under their eyes, proving just how long the teen had been asleep.
The wolves' eyes snapped to his face as they picked up on his faster heartbeat, some glaring with contempt, others gazing softly with small smiles on their faces.
"How long was I out?" He asked no one in particular.
"A couple days." Derek answered.
The Alpha looked worse than any of them. His cheeks were slightly hollowed, eyes tired and dead looking, rings surrounding them. His complexion looked sickly, pale and oily. His hair hung in clumps around his forehead, some sticking, others falling limp.
"How's Danny?"
"He just came out of surgery, but the doctor's still can't say whether or not he will make it. The damage was so extensive that even if he does make it, there will be lasting injury. There will be some things that he will never be able to do."
Immediate tears welled in his eyes, a strangled sob breaking through the other cries. "I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean to hurt him. I.."
Derek only held him closer, shushing him and muttering words of love into his ear.
This went on for a days until Danny's condition changed.
They all sat in the waiting room, looking about ready to pass out. The tears had dried out a couple days ago, now they just stared at the wall blindly. Every once and awhile a cry will pass through one of their lips, but other than that it was silent.
Water and snacks were brought to them courtesy of Melissa and John, the two actually able to function. Sometimes they would force one of them to sleep, but they would only get a couple hours before awakening and staying up for days in a row.
It was around three in the morning when all the wolves shot up from their seats, practically running in the general direction of Danny's room. The humans trailed behind them, some too weak to run.
The closer they got, the more people flew down the corridors. Danny's door was open, people coming in and out in a rush.
The teen's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him.
Danny lay bandaged up on his bed, blood seeping through the gauze. His face looked hollow and sickly, sweat beaded across his forehead and upper lip. His eyes stared ahead, blankly gazing at the ceiling. The light had disappeared from them.
Only two sounds registered among the strung of people. The constant beep of a heart monitor flatlining and the howls of his Pack.
A/N: Don't hate me. Don't hate me. Don't hate me. Okay. You can hate me a little bit. I'M SORRY DANNY. Don't come haunt me from the grave please. I am a peaceful person. Sometimes.
I am a horrible person. I'm so sorry. Don't kill me. I don't deserve it. I deserve it a little bit. But please don't make it painful. That isn't the way that I want to go. *cries in a corner*
Once again, I'm sorry for killing off a character. Yes, I am that author. The one that ends up killing everyone. But don't worry. I'm not going to kill everyone.
I'm also sorry if the ending seemed kinda rushed. I didn't really know how to do this scene, so yeah.
I am completely open to criticism and comments about the story. And in this case, rage. You can rage at me if you'd like to. I'm raging at myself so go ahead.
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Goodbye My Lovelies~!
