Finally, after like 9 months of writing this story, I have finished it. LETS OUT A GIANT SIGH OF RELIEF-

Btw, I did one of the 'I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding' lines (it wasn't like that but still), and I apologize in advance.

Italics are Jade's subconscious talking to her.

Disclaimer: For the final time, I do not own Victorious. If I did, then I would already gave moved on a year ago.

I walk up several flights of stairs, going up a good 3, 4, maybe 5 floors before I finally reach an escape exit door.

I reach my hand toward the metal bar door that will open up to the top of the roof, but I stop before I can push.

This will be the end if you win you know. My subconscious says. What will you do with your life when you are finished?

"I will go back to LA, and live a normal life." I speak quietly.

How? You can basically brainwash anyone into doing anything you want, and I don't think Beck, Robbie, and Cat will completely trust you. Even if Beck says he truly loves you and won't judge you.

I swallow my emotions, what WILL I do afterward. It's not like I can erase...

"Can I potentially erase any memories of my abilities?" I ask myself.

Maybe, but only after the battle, will I tell you the answer.

Before I can get annoyed at myself for being like that, I push the metal bar and go out to the final battle.

A gust of freezing wind is the first thing that hits me. I have to cross my arms so that my upper body stays as warm as I can get it.

I have to squint my eyes so that the wind doesn't completely sting my eyes.

I see Beck with his back facing me, breathing hard while looking at Abbadon, James, and a couple other goons.

James is the first to notice me, looking in my murky water eyes with a hint of sadness in his own.

Then everyone else becomes aware that I am there. Beck turns around, fury flaring in his irises, sweating flowing down his face, and his entire body tense. Abbadon just looks at me with a sense of sass, and order. He doesn't seem anger or even annoyed. He looks completely calm, and probably has been calm the entire time, and smiles at me evilly. And his goons are just aware of me.

Beck walks towards me, looking like he is trying to restrain his urge to become a total animal, only running on instincts.

"Jade." he starts to say to me, his voice faltering between calm and anger. "You need to go back in there, and get Cat and Robbie out of this place, and go back to LA. It's not safe for you to be here."

I look at Beck directly in the eyes, and say to him in a voice that feels comfortable to me. "This is my battle, and I will not let you take control of it when it's mine. If you want to help me, that's fine, but I will not let you do this by yourself."

Beck lets out a breath I don't think he realized he was holding. And he says that he will allow me to help him.

I nod my head a little, and walk to his left side.

"You are a little headstrong for someone who is so young." Abaddon says in his wise but evil voice.

I smirk a little. "Well headstrong teens can make the most powerful adults."

Abaddon lets out a chuckle, and glances down to the floor. "I want to make a small deal with you." He offers me.

"What is it?" I ask him, trying not to sound suspicious.

"If you defeat us in a battle, hand to hand combat-no mind control/psychic abilities or anything that is not hand-to-hand, we will give up on any and all attempts to rule New York. But if we win, you have to work for us for the rest of your life."

That doesn't sound completely fair, because they could easily do that again in a few years and we will all be screwed. But I hear this voice in my head, saying that I should say yes to the offer, knowing that I can win.

"Yes." I say boldly. "I will accept your offer."

Abaddon smiles as he takes off his nice looking robe and let it fall to the concrete floor. "Ok. Let's start."

His goons immediately head off to me and Beck, which starts off the fight.

Beck leans to me, and whispers that he will try and distract and knock out James, and that I should attack the goons. Before I can reply, he sneaks off away from the battle.

I swallow, and stand tall. I feel the adrenaline beginning to flow into my veins, to eventually take over me as I fight.

I dash off to the two guys heading towards me. Before one of them can throw a punch to me, I summersault the attack, and when I have one knee on the ground and the other leg supporting me, I throw a punch into the guy on my left's stomach.

He crumples to the ground, clutching on the spot where I punched him.

I stand in the position I am in for a minute before a pain explodes at the back of my skull, knocking me down as my vision explodes in bright colors and my hearing becomes vibrant in white noise.

The pain is unbearable. I can't think straight, I can't do anything but just see the colors flashing in my eyesight, and the loud white noise.

After what seems like a lifetime, I finally get up, and I know that it must not have lasted as long as it seemed, because I guy I punched in the stomach is still pushing on the spot.

"That must have hurt girly yeah?" a voice behind me says. I hate him already. He caused me this pain that made me knock down and fall into a semiconscious state for a couple of minutes. I feel a animal instinct of attacking him like I am wild and crazy and a person who doesn't have any human sense. But I swallow that rage, and stand up and try to punch him in the face.

But he catches my arm before the fist can get in contact with his face.

Now's my chance. I think, as I make a fist with my other hand, and swing it upwards on his face.

He lets go of my hand immediately and moves his hands to his nose, where blood is starting to flow out. He crumples to the ground, and I know that deep down inside, he's not going to get up anytime soon.

I let my arms fall to my sides, as I see the pain and agony I caused him. I may have been mean-spirited, my gut feeling says to me, but I would never hurt someone like this.

Like before, I let myself get too distracted and my wrists are grasped.

I instantly have trouble breathing and I feel darkness and blackness want to overcome me, to pull into a state that I see, feel, hear, or think nothing.

As I try to slip past that, I use my right foot and kick the goon behind me in the groin.

He falls down to the ground, an curling up on the ground.

I then look up and I notice Beck and James basically wrestling, like men would.

I stare for a couple of minute, just admiring the battle as I catch my breath.

But I lose all that breath when Beck pushes James off the side of the building.

"NOOOOO!" I feel myself scream as I run towards Beck. He catches me before I can fall off the side like James did.

I see his body falling and falling to street level, as he grows smaller and smaller because my eyes can't see that well.

Even as he leaves my vision, I know he isn't going to make it. Even though I don't remember him, I feel like I have lost the closest thing I will ever have to a father. Even if he wasn't my real dad, he acted like one to me.

Beck brought me back to reality when he says that Abaddon is gone.

I mutter "fuck" under my breath. That bastard left. Just like any evil villain. Once his goons are down, it's his time to left.

But you won. that same voice earlier said to me. You won this fight, and New York will not be under control. You won.

I let out a breath, and I tell Beck to go to Cat and Robbie, and that I need a minute by myself. He lets me.

Once Beck is gone, I sigh, and slide down the side of the entrance to the building.

"Can I possibly erase people's memories?" I ask myself, talking in my normal voice because now no one can hear me.

Yes. My subconscious self says. I assume you want to erase your friend's memories of these events?

"Yes." I admit. "I can't let them remember this. I don't want them to even know that such a thing like that was real."

I feel my other self smirk. You want to erase your own memories of what happened.

I nod my head. I swear, especially what happened in the last couple of hours is something that I want to only exist in my dreamworld, or to not exist at all.

I can let you have your old memories back. In exchange for the ones of the past couple of days.

"You had my old memories this entire time?" I nearly yell.

Yes. It's only because I am such an asshole.

Before I let my adrenaline rush back in, I agree to my own offer.

But you do realize that you might need these old memories back one day right?

"Yes." I say, not even caring much anymore. "I want all and any memory of my psychic/mind control abilities to be locked away from my awareness. I want my life to be as normal as possible."

Done deal. Let's go to Beck, Robbie, and Cat. Just look into their eyes, and let me do the rest. My subconscious says as I stand up, and open the door.

I reach Beck, Robbie, and Cat at the kill room, not fully prepared for what I am about to do.

I tell my friends to look into my eyes, cause I say I have something to tell them.

They all look at me as I stare back into their eyes.

Even though my other self is doing the work, I experience what is going on. My subconscious is weaving through their minds, destroying the memories that occurred in the past couple of days, any information that I have these powers. Before there is nothing that they can look back to.

The reason that they are here according to their memories, is that we were on a trip to New York, and we lost our way and ended up in this abandoned warehouse.

Ready? I hear myself ask.

"Ready." I whisper to myself.

I lie down on the floor, as I fade into a sea of blackness, silence, and nothingness. I already feel like some of the memories I had in the past couple of days, and any sign that I had these powers were already fading away from my grasp. I don't try to fight back.