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Hey guys, so things are heating up, we find out about the thing, and...yeah, I hope you guys like this. hehe XD

" You'll hurt them Anthony, just give into me and all of this will stop...the pain, I can make all of your problems go away...just let me in."

Anthony shook his head, he felt so weak thanks to having not eaten in two weeks, as well as the nightmares, the panic attacks...and he was tired of it...the blackouts, the pain...everything, he knew Ian said he would help. But it had been two weeks, and all Ian had done was gotten information, and while that was useful...that didn't make the pain go away.

And now he was doing exactly what his step-father did...and if there was one person Anthony didn't want to be like at all. It was his stepfather.

He got up and went to the bathrrom, taking his mom's pills.

He was sick and tired of this...Ian wasn't close to stopping it...his parents were fighting even more now thanks to him, an he was hurting not just his little brothers...but everyone around him.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, noting how thinner, and paler he looked...his eyes were their normal brown color...and his hair was greasy, from not showering. He took the pills and closed his eyes...swalloing them.

" It appears, I've won."

" What?" Said Ian, glaring at the thing making it chuckle as it looked at Ian.

" Anthony's finally given up, and ended it all...instead of letting me in, he chose to end his pathetic, miserable, little" He was caught off guard by Ian takcling him, and punching him in the face repeatedly. No mortal had ever laid their hands on him before...on the other hand...Ian's rage, his anguish, his sadness, it all tasted so good.

" Believe me boy, there's nothing you can do now...He's dying." Said the thing, immediately Ian stopped...dying, then there was still time...hopefully.

Ian woke up, and quickly called 911, telling them to go to Anthony's house before calling Anthony's house and telling Anthony's mom, to check up on Anthony...he bit his lip, as he heard Anthony's mom trying to wake up Anthony.

" I already called the police, everything's fine." He froze when he realized...how was he going to explain how he knew?

The next day, Ian's mom drove him to the hospital, where Anthony's family was in the waiting room. Anthony's dad went over to Ian, and looked down at him.

" Ian, how did you know? did Anthony tell you he was going t do this?" Asked Anthony's father, looking down at his son's best friend. Ian shook his head, and cleared his throat nervously.

" I...I just, had this feeling that there was something wrong...and...well..." Said Ian, unsure of what else to say...Anthony's father looked at Ian suspiciously, there seemed to be something he wasn't telling them. Anthony's mother hugged Ian, thanking him for calling the police, and telling them...thankfully, they'd saved Anthony in time...and the family had been stuck in the hospital all night.

Ian went into Anthony's room...where his best friend was on the hospital bed. He was feeling all sorts of emotions at once, relief, anger, happiness, guilt, worry...he tried to contain them all and swallowed the lump in his throat.

" Hi." Said Anthony, his voice sounding raspy.

" Hey," Said Ian, sitting next to the bed Anthony saw how red Ian's eyes were, and the bags under his eyes.

" Why did you do that?" Asked Ian, Anthony looked away from him.

" Dude, I get it...whats going on sucks, but that doesn't mean you can just choose to leave us like that! Ok, remember what I said? about how we're getting through this together? I just need abit more time..." Said Ian, nearing tears. Anthony looked up at him, and shook his head.

" How much time do you need? Ian I want this thing out...I want to stop hurting, I want things the way they used to be...I want to stop hurting people, to stop my parents from fighting, to stop being a nuisance to you...I want the nightmares, and the voices, and the panic attacks to stop...I'm tired Ian...I'm so tired." Cried Anthony, breaking Ian's heart. This wasn't Anthony, his best friend who loved life, and was so excited about everything.

Who was one of the nicest, funniest guys he'd ever met, the one who was like a brother to him...no, that Anthony disappeared the minute this whole mess started. Still, his best friend was hurting, and in pain...and Ian knew just what to do.

" Ant, you've never been a nuicanse to me. You're one of the most important people in the world to me, you're like my brother, and I love you as if you were my brother...you're my best friend in the world Ant...I know you're hurting...but you can't give up. You've got your whole life ahead of you, we're gonna get this thing out, and everything'll be back to normal...ok?" Said Ian, his blue eyes looking into Anthony's brown ones.

" Ok, " Said Anthony with a weak smile...Ian sighed, and hugged his best friend whi immediately hugged him back.

" Y'know, you should write uplifting speeches proffessionally Ian." Teased Anthony, making Ian chuckle, glad Anthony, sill hadn't at least his sense of humor.

" Thank you though, for everything...helping me, and doing all of this. I know I haven't been the easiest person in the world to deal with these past two weeks." Said Anthony, Ian scoffed, and smiled at Anthony.

" You have nothing to apologize for." Said Ian, when he began to feel an intense burning in the back of his skull, as his head began to throb. He rubbed his temples, and felt this burning, feeling in the pit of his stomach. Anthony's eyes widened, as Ian's blue eyes became black.

" How..."

" Ian touched the board, and thanks to Ian's sensitivity, I was able to go inside him as well...y'know, his body's really comfortable...when I'm finished with you, I'll definetly be using Ian's." Said the thing, Anthony glared at the thing in his best friend's skin.

" Such a shame you're so old though, I'd have loved to play with you, in other ways...but as Ian found out last night. I think you're the first teenage soul, I've tasted. Anthony felt bile churning inside him, as the thing placed a hand on his cheek.

" What're you talking about?" Asked Anthony swallowing the lump in his throat.

" I lived in the house Anthony, I was a normal man...could I help it if I had some...strange urges? well, I died,and I lingered, stuck forever in that house until I figured a way out...collecting souls to take into the Halflight, which meat I could be free once more." Anthony shook his head in horor as the thing's dark eyes vore into him.

Its hands moving from Anthony's shoulders, down his arms to disturb him.

" Get away fom me...stay away from Ian, stay away from me...just." He was cut off by the door opening.

" What's going on here?"

Ian blinked several times, he looked at the door to see Mr. Padilla, he looked to see Anthony looking severely freaked out, and his hands on him...immediately he knew what this situation looked like.

" Mr. P, this isn't what it looks like, you know me I would never hurt Anthony in anyway." Said Ian, immediately stepping away from Anthony.

" Dad, really it wasn't what it looked like."

Anthony's father narrowed his eyes as he looked at Ian, he knew Ian for years now and he was a good, honest young man. But after last night, he wondered...while he was greatful, he still wanted to know why instead of calling Anthony to check up on him. He called the police instead...it was like he knew that Anthony was going to do it.

And then he came in to see Ian, pretty muh ready to do who knows what to his son...his fatherly insincts kicked in as he locked eyes with Ian.

" Dad, really, its...its nothing, I'm fine...I-" Anthony was cut off, by having a small coughing fit. Anthony's father was immediately at his side giving Ian a warning look. The bowlhaired youth left, all he remembered was being blacked out.