Chapter 11: Death, War and Peace.

Palette slowly opened his eyes. He looked around but couldn't see a thing! At first he thought he was blind folded but then realized it was just really, really dark. "I swear my life right now is a horror movie." Palette sighed in annoyance.

he should be really scared right now. He's very scared for Goth, and would like to get out of this hell, but he's gone though enough already that this was really just a jump scare.

He tried to get up and moved, but his hands were tied to his back.

Typical.

A sudden figure moved in the darkness making him shuffle away. But his fear went away as the figure spoke. "Palette! Fresh! is anyone there!?" Palette was happy to hear a familiar voice. And to hear that Chara was okay.

Last thing he remember's is Chara getting picked up by Cross, and violently punched and scolded for being on our side. The rest is blur.

"Chara! Are you okay? Where's Fresh?" "Over hear yo!" Chara and Fresh looked over to where the voice was coming from. Chara, who didn't have his hands tied behind they're back, ran over to help Fresh. "Yo where are we? And why are my hands tied?"

Chara tried to untie Fresh, but the rope started to glow red and zapped Chara with some sort of magic. The shock made Chara screech from the sudden shock.

"Damn it!" "Chara it's okay! We just need to find a way out. My eye shoul-" Palette tried to summon the magic in his eye, but something was keeping his from doing anything. Fresh tried to, but he had the same luck. "Okay so magic is out of the question..."

Suddenly, a loud screeching sound came from the side of the room, A huge light was shining into the room where they were left. In the doorway was a figure that nobody wanted to see. Cross.

Palette looked around the room, and saw he was in a room for of boxes of weapons. His soul started to beat faster.

"Well good morning Palette, Fresh." He looked Chara dead in the eyes. "Chara." Chara grabbed the side of they're cheek and looked away.

Palette got up on his legs and looked Cross dead in the eyes. "Where is Goth!?"

Cross just laughed with that horrible laugh he had. "He's fine. As for you?" Cross held his hand out and grabbed a hold of Palette's soul and threw him to a wall near by knocking the wind out of. "Not so much."

Chara and Fresh screamed out for they're friend, but cross only ignored them.

He grabbed his soul tighter making it harder for him to breathe. "You know it's really annoying when you make someone go through a lot just so they can have a bit of fun. I'm not even mad at Fresh! He did his job, but I can't have any witness's."

Did his job? What did that even mean? Whatever it was, Fresh looked really confused. Al Palette could focus on now was how much pain he was in.

Palette then was suddenly dropped letting breathe once more. Footsteps were coming from the other side of the door. Someone was running like they're lives depended on it. Goth suddenly came through the door. He looked scared and out of breath. He got even more scared when he saw Cross in front of him.

Palette tried to sit up, but was still sore from Cross holding his soul against his will. When Goth saw this he looked heartbroken to see Palette like this. He looked around to also see Chara and Fresh.

"You BASTARD! You said you wouldn't hurt them. Cross rolled his eyes and used the same soul magic that he used on Palette. "Aren't you supposed to be in my room?" He grabbed the underside of Goth's chin, but Goth only fought back so he didn't have to look.

This filed Palette with so much anger, he didn't know what to do. "Get away from him!" But he was only ignored as Horror came running through the door. He was huffing and puffing and grabbed a hold of his knees. He was way out of shape.

"S-sorry boss. But the sun of a bitch is quick! He avoided me even when I tried to teleport!" Cross threw Goth at a wall near Palette to just do the same to Horror. "Idiot."

Palette tried to get up to see Goth, but was held back when Cross, once again, grabbed Palette's soul. But this time held him in the air only an inch above the ground letting his feet dangle. "Don't you agree? I mean first you hurt my siblings feelings and cause the whole mess between me and you. The Fresh had to play hero but" He chuckled annoyingly. "Look where that got him. Then you drag my own sibling down the path that you made. I don't know who's the bigger idiot around here. You? Or me for actually thinking you would just accept your own mistakes."

This made Goth realize that this was all his fault. Bot Palettes. He loved Palette so much, that he didn't consider Chara's feelings, or how anyone would feel. He should've just accepted that Palette didn't love him and let him date Chara.

Cross looked over at him and saw Goths broken face. He realized what he was thinking and just chuckled under his own breath like thats what he wanted Goth to feel. "Awe don't worry Goth. I can take the pain away. First we'll start with the one that messed up everything!"

Fresh and Chara immediately stood up and tried to run over and stop Cross from any damage. But Horror was faster amd used his magic to pin they're souls on the other side of the storage unit.

They both struggled under the grip. All they could do was watch.

Cross slowly raised Palette in the air, his feet barely dangling from the ground. The smile on his face grew more as he heard the struggling sounds coming from Palette's mouth.

He looked over to his friends as they screamed for mercy. Then looked at Goth who was to windblown to move but had fear in his eyes. While looking he saw a huge red glowing knife appeared behind Palette.

He closed his eyes.

He was ready to except the fate that was about to come for him. He was ready for any possible, and horrible pain to come by. He then thought of what death would feel like, and where he would go, or what would his parents do. All these things were swimming through his head. But only one thing mattered. Is that whatever happens, he would be with Goth.

Sure giving up was the weakest thing to do, but what else could he have done? If he did anything, They would hurt Goth or his parents, someone that Palette cared about. Even if Cross died, he still has men out there to do something.

This was something great to think about before you die.

A death that was taking long.

He then heard the screaming coming from Chara and Goth and quickly opened his eyes.

He saw the wicked expression plastered across his face. He turned around, and saw his best friend standing with the knife through his heart. The same knife that was supposed to hit Palette.

"FRESH!" Palette struggled even more as he tried and tried to get back to Fresh. How did he even get out of horror's grip? All that matters is that his friend need's help and now. He watched him fall to the ground, already started to see the dust break off his body.

Cross started to laugh. He was laughing so hard that he lost grip of Palette dropping him on the ground.

"You guys are such IDIOTS! Honestly. You guys are so upset that you just lost a friend when your just gonna die yourselves." He started to laugh even more harshly and evily.

Palette and Chara scooted over to where Fresh was bleeding out. Dust was falling more and more. "Fresh how did you-" "I'm way to awesome for anyone to hold me down." Fresh coughed up blood out of his mouth. He wiped it off his hand and examined it as it fell down his finger. He saw how much dust was flying off of him and how his hp was getting lower and lower.

He looked up at Palette who was struggling to to get out of his ropes. Chara just sat and watched with a horrified expression. He knew what they were going through and he didn't want that for them any longer.

"Yo Palette. Chara. Do me a favor and kick that guys ass for me will'ya?"

"Please Fresh!"

Fresh laid his head back as it blew away into dust. His glasses and jacket were the only thing left into a pile. His glasses read nothing. His jacket lost color. A purple heart started to glow above the remains. His heart was full but in a moment cracked into two. Then shattered into pieces.

"NOOOOO"

Cross laughed once again making the room echo. Palette looked over with pure disgust and anger. "You son of a BITCH!" Palette stood up and tried to run after Cross screaming. Cross lifted his hand threw Palette against the wall with his soul while still laughing.

"That was a great show, but now lets get back to the fun." Cross held out his had towards Palette.

"Cross stop."

Crossed rolled his eye prinks. "Now what?"

Chara stood between to where Cross was going to attack. They held out they're arms out protecting Palette while looking they're brother straight in the eye.

"You need to stop. There is no point in hurting or killing anyone. This has gone way to far."

"Why are you protecting him? Your the one that asked me to get him away from Goth. Your the one that started all of this! Because of you, you 'friend' is dead. If you would have let me done my job, he might've been alive still."

Palette stood up, but was clearly still in pain. "Chara was only under the influence of someone who thought death was all a game."

Cross looked over at horror. "Can you believe this guy?" Horror and Cross then started to laugh together mixing they're horrible laughs.

"Cross please! No one else has to die tonight! Why are you even doing this? So you could have Goth to yourself?"

Cross immediately stopped his laughing. Horror continued but was stop with a snap of a finger from Cross.

"Pshh. Goth was just a bonus. This is all for you. For us. So we can be happy."

Chara backed away. "This is not the way Cross! Your not doing anything for me. You threatened me when I tried to tell you to leave everyone alone."

Cross then struck Chara right on the side of his face. "Because you don't know when to appreciate something that someone has worked so hard for. Now enough chat. Lets get back to the real fun. Horror get Goth-"

Cross looked over to where Goth was laying. He wasn't there. He then looked around the whole building. Nothing.

"Where's Goth?"

"Right here!"

Goth stood in the doorway of the facility. He was holding a sythe as big as him. The head looking like a gaster blaster with a blade coming out of its mouth. The eyes of the head were glowing a light purple. And so was Goth's left eye.

"This is why villains should never talk. They give an advantage to the good guys to fight back."

Goth used his sythe and made a slash in the air sending a wave of magic. It hit both Horror and Cross sweeping them off they're feet. While they were knocked out, Goth quickly made his way over to Palette. He used his sythe to cut the magic rope that held Palette's hands behind his back.

"Gothy your okay!" Palette grabbed Goth for an embrace as soon as his hands were free. Goth was more then happy to return the embrace.

"Palette I'm sorry about all of this. I should've-"

"Goth its okay. You don't need to explain, right now we need to beat this motherfucker for everything he's done."

Chrara laid a hand on Palettes shoulder. "For Fresh."

"For Fresh."

"For Fresh."

Cross growled and summoned his huge knife in his hand. Horror grabbed his axe and held it over his shoulder. Palette looked over and got ready to fight as well. He summoned his paint roller that glowed brightly with green and yellow flames. Goth got a tighter grip on his sythe and was ready for the battle as well.

Chara just stood and watched as all the people around them had bad ass weapons while they had nothing. They looked around and realized that Cross had a shit ton of boxes of weapons to choose from. The just picked up a glowing red knife and got in position with the others.

A war then started in the storage. Cross went after Chara, Palette went after Cross, Horror went for Goth, Goth went after Horror and Chara went after Cross along with Palette.

Each one of them were slicing and and swiping. Hps were getting lowered, blood was drawn, sweat was dripping.

It was mess.

Goth started to summon his blasters and shoot everything he had but horror was dodging left and right, swinging his axe towards Goth. Palette and Chara were swinging they're weapons and colliding them with Cross getting very pissed.

Eventually Cross started to get too pissed and used more one knife. He summoned a circle of them around him. They were smaller, but looked the same of the one he had in his hand. He sent them flying towards everyone in the battlefield. Goth got slashed in the arm while Chara on they're face.

Horror took it as an opportunity and used the end of his axe handle to strike Goth in the skull. He stood over Goth and got ready to make a head dog out him.

Palette looked over and tired to run over but Cross threw his huge knife at Palette barley hitting him and making fall to the ground and dropping his weopon. Cross ran over to easily pin Chara by the throat on ground and summon a small knife in his hand.

"Sorry sib. Nothing personal."

Right as Cross was about to strike Chara in the neck, Palette grabbed the huge knife and sliced Crossed in the back. His hp almost fully dropped.

Horror, who was about to strike Goth, stopped when he heard the sound of someone getting slashed.

Cross flopped over next to Chara moaned in the pain.

Palette threw the knife away and put a foot on Cross.

"Its over Cross. Stop all of this now."

Cross wheezed with both laughter and pain with blood coming from his mouth. "Your not gonna kill me. Then you'd just be a hypocrite."

"Your right. I'm not."

Suddenly a whole crowd of men came running into the door. They were all wearing police uniforms and holding shields and guns. "Freeze! Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air!"

Turns out someone was walking by and called the police of the battle. Palette, Goth and Chara were not taken into custody considering they were just defending themselves and not trying to kill anyone. Sounds realistic enough. But they did take away Horror and Cross considering the dust and the other charges they were about to face. Cross did need to be taken to a hospital but everyone else was taken care of with an ambulance.

Chara stayed with they're brother while Goth and Palette were taken home where they could rest from the excitement.

Fresh's remains were taken to his family where they could rightfully be placed. Everyone would be mourning for him.

He was a pretty radical dude.

Note: Character deaths! I'm actually kinda sad, but he had to sacrifice. At least theres a happy end.
Anyway I am so sorry I left you all on a huge cliffhanger. I had a lot of things and writers block. I rewrote this over and over and over, It was annoying. I'm alright with how it turned out but the happiest. And they're might be spelling mistakes but I'll fix it later.
Also I will be making an epilogue to this. So this not the actual end! One more chapter!
Alright enough chit chat. The sooner I write this the better. See ya next chapter!