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It would certainly take more than three hours now to get where they were going. The resistance grew stronger the further they traveled. Eventually they were stopping every ten minutes and resting for twenty.

They were high in the mountains now. It was bitterly cold, and snow clouds rested heavily on the horizon several miles ahead.

"So what are we all going to do after this is over? I mean provided we live," Matt asked.

"We? Matt... I didn't know you before all this. I'm not your best friend or your cousin... I'm just some random girl who happened to have the same powers as you. Steve should be here, not me. When this is over I'll be back at college."

"Well obviously you're not Steve. And you shouldn't try to be, Angela. But that doesn't mean that when we get back to Seattle and fix all this that we all have to separate. It wouldn't be fair for you to be the only one without someone to talk to about this. I know I felt like shit for months."

"I had Stacy, even though I couldn't tell her everything. But..."

"Ang, she's working for them. It's not a coincidence that we got tracked within hours of her calling."

"I don't want to talk about it. We're almost there, and the resistance has stopped for now so let's take advantage of it." Without waiting for him to respond, she launched into the air. To hear that her one true friend had been working for murderers for who knows how long was more than she wanted to hear. Whenever she tried to comfort her after a hallucination she always asked what it looked like, or if something happened in her past. More interested in the details than how she was doing.

Despite Matt's attempted pep talk, she knew they were going to split up. She had no relation to them. The next hour of flying was tense and quiet as they reached the snowy mountain ranges of Tibet.

Suddenly her ears rang loud enough she thought she would fall to the ground. She crumpled into a ball and tried to block the sound with her hands, but it was coming from everywhere. She was breathing heavily and barely managed to stay afloat until it subsided.

"Guess we're close," Matt groaned, trying to shake the lingering sound out of his head.

"That building down there. It's the first one I've seen for a while."

"You think that's where we need to go?"

"Ya. My ears are damn sure."

Cautiously, she flew to the front side of the building. It was tall and long, overlooking a foggy cliff. The sun was setting, and there were no city lights to guide them. From her limited worldly experience she could only assume it was a previously abandoned temple. Matt landed and walked next to her through the archway. The floor plan was open and divided by screens and doorless transitions between rooms.

At the back was a snow-covered courtyard. Her feet moved of their own will. Snow was falling slowly and the breeze blew some of it inside. Stray pieces landed on the wooden floor before her. At the far end of the courtyard was a figure perched on a stone wall, facing away from them. Initially she thought it was a statue. Matt grabbed her shoulder but she brushed his hand off and walked forward. Her shoes crunched on the snow and the silhouette flinched.

"You shouldn't have come here."

It sounded kind of cliche and terrifying at the same time. Terrifying especially because it confirmed the fact that he had been pushing them back for three-hundred miles. Had not only felt them coming, but had the energy to sustain that wall against them for hours. She realized how deep of shit they could be in if Matt said the wrong thing.

Matt hesitated. "Look, I don't know how we found you but there must be a reason for it. When I heard you had disappeared I looked for you man, even when I thought you were dead. Why didn't you tell me you were alive?" he asked.

"Because I saw no need to. Fighting you again would have been a waste of time," Andrew explained coolly without turning around. Angela noticed in the dim light that he was floating inches above the wall rather than sitting on it.

"What? Andrew I don't want to fight you, and I didn't a year ago. I didn't come here to kill you." Matt's voice rose slightly from disbelief. Come on, don't start yelling... Angela pleaded silently.

"Then we have nothing else to talk about. Whatever other reason you had for coming here doesn't concern me."

Matt lost it. "Has your brain turned to mush, Andrew? Are you really so delusional you think I never gave a shit about you? Look I don't know what to do anymore, I'm just glad you're alive, even if you hate me."

Andrew pivoted and jumped down to the cracked cobblestone floor of the courtyard. "I'm not delusional, Matt. I'm stronger than you. I've been training for a year while you did nothing with-"

"-okay I get it Andrew. You're stronger than me. So what! You wanna fight me? Go ahead if that's how you want to use this thing you've worked so hard for. Punch me, I deserve it, go ahead," he said, raising his arms in exasperated surrender.

Andrew started walking towards Matt and Angela jumped out from the shadows. "We didn't come here to fight him! Or to get our asses kicked!" she hissed at Matt. She was standing to the side of him when Andrew raised both hands and sent him flying into the brick wall of the temple. Matt groaned in pain and tried to stand up.

"You were never there! You think you can make up for everything by just showing up here after a year? Did you think we could be a happy little family, Matt? Why do you think I never came back?" He hooked his fist in the air creating a mirror reaction that knocked Matt's chin backwards. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. When Angela ran to help him Andrew immobilized her.

"Andrew, I'm... s-" Matt wheezed. Andrew sent another aerial punch and interrupted him. "Sorry?" he asked with a rising hint of insanity in his voice. "I don't want to hear it."

"I know. Because it doesn't mean anything. Doesn't fix what happened." Matt coughed violently and struggled to keep his eyes open. "But that's why I came back. I owed you," he said between ragged breaths.

"Oh, really Matt? It's not because of the people tearing up Seattle right now? I heard about them. I still read the news, Matt. Can you actually look me in the eyes and tell me you came here just to 'fix things'?"

Andrew had a dangerous gleam in his eye. If Matt gave an obvious lie, they could very well die. He hesitated, partly from lack of breath and focus.

"No."

That was it. No explanation that he had multiple reasons for coming. He didn't lie and say he wanted to reconcile while she wanted to go for his help. Nothing. By now Matt was nearly unconscious. She wasn't even sure he could have spoken more.

Andrew said nothing. He merely turned around and dropped his hold on both of them before flying away into the night. Angela rushed to check on Matt and found that he was still breathing, shallow but steady. Blood slowly ran from the corner of his mouth, but it appeared to be from his jaw injury rather than any internal bleeding spewing up.

She knelt down and closed her eyes. It was easier to do this when her brain didn't try to get in the way. Raising her hand to Matt's face, she could feel the outline of his jaw like a bat would use echolocation. It was faint and blurred, but she could see where the joints didn't quite match up from being knocked out of place. Gently, she remotely slid it back in and opened her eyes. There wasn't much more she could do for him.

"Angela," he coughed. "Don't go after him..."

"We didn't come all this way for nothing. I have to."

Matt shook his head and tried to argue further, but was too exhausted to speak. He'd gotten the shit beat out of him, but nothing life-threatening. He would be fine when she got back as long as he didn't freeze.

She hooked her arms around Matt and dragged him inside next to the empty fireplace. Quickly she tossed a few logs and kindling bundles on it and sent a stick whirling to make a spark. His jacket wouldn't keep him warm for long if he wasn't moving. She took off her waterproof down coat and wrapped it around him, leaving only the thin jacket and turtleneck underneath for herself. The cold latched on to her like an angry beast trying to rip the skin off of her body.

When she was certain Matt would be warm enough, she sprinted out the door and into the courtyard, taking a flying leap off the edge of the stone wall. The only light for miles was the firelight and the faint glow from the moon and stars. She flew in the general direction he had gone, faster than she had ever flown before. Never one who was great at math, there was no way to estimate the exact speed she was traveling. All she knew was the mountains and everything beneath her were a complete blur. Her eyes stung from the pace and the cold.

Within a few minutes she felt a familiar warmth on her face. She didn't wipe it off. Soon, it was dripping into her nose and open mouth. It spattered back onto her arms and shoulders. Her vision faltered and the horizon seemed to be tilting, although she wasn't intentionally turning.

That was funny. The moon was supposed to be ahead of her on the horizon. She could see snow. Lots of white snow. It seemed to be growing bigger, though after a moment she couldn't see anything. She felt much lighter, and incredibly tired. The world rushed up as if to catch her with warm arms. She was falling, unable to remember why she was in the sky in the first place. Maybe if she went to sleep she would know.

Then two arms did catch her and she was no longer plummeting towards the snow. She fell deeply into sleep before she could see whose arms they were though.

This was primarily written on my phone so if you catch any errors just drop a comment below. You can't imagine how many times I've rewritten this but it was worth it. Next chapter is ready for upload after spellcheck and another is halfway done! Thank you guys so much for reading, especially any of my Tumblr followers who clicked on my post.

* K I never know how to view my own reviews so not sure if I posted that last one twice. Anyways I didn't expect that reference to the movie to be so enjoyed lol. I'm really enjoying writing this because it's helping me break out of this style that I've gotten stuck in, and write dialogue that doesn't just keep sounding like me and, em, learn to deal with criticism. I mean come on no one likes criticism and I used to cringe every time I saw a review on anything I wrote but now I look forward to them. Even if it's a flame like who cares I just look forward to hearing from you guys. It's funny how many rl people have asked me oh why the heck would you pick Chronicle to write a fanfiction for.
Well.
1) Frozen, Harry Potter, and Hunger Games REALLY don't need anymore fanfiction. Really, I think everything's been done.
2) It's a movie I've seen many times and I know it really well and actually enjoy watching every time. Like, it's a movie for teenagers, I am a teen, thus, I like the movie.
3) It's one of those movies/books/whatever you've read where you just. wish. you. could. change. the. damn. ending. I rewrite movie endings in my head all the time and just figured why not post this one?

Anyways I'm just amazed that the views keep going up as much as they are. Hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. And WALKING DEAD COMES BACK SUNDAY! TODAY IS SUNDAY!

** You know this was originally going to be about 10,000 words but I'm not even halfway done O.O It's going to be hilarious if this is the first "book" I actually bring myself to finish. Because I can't publish it.

*** Surely you all saw this soundtrack addition coming. Max Schneider is freaking gorgeous though.