HIYAAAAAA! Guess who is back with the FINAL chapter? That's right, this is it. I wanted to surprise you with the ending, and I hinted that it was coming up soon, so here it is. How'd you guys like the last chapter? Crazy, huh? I totally made it up as I went along, but I knew Mikkie was gonna die.

Funny story: I planned her death totally different. Fun, right?

So, enjoy this last chapter to Beats of Freedom, and hopefully I'll see you at my crossover sequel with my other story: Jurassic High!

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I gasped. "Eiko, you're right! Oh I'm so stupid, how did I not get that? Me, of all people, should understand it, and I totally and completely missed it! Everybody, stand back!" I looked at the group gathered behind me, a devious smile on my face. "I'm going to bring a person back to life."

No POV

The group of heroes stood around two people. One was lying down, with no sign of life, and the other was kneeling by her head, hands on the temples of her head. There were various others lying by the group, unconscious, and tied up so that they wouldn't get away. Civilians were starting to come out of their safe hideouts (for these cases of emergency), after given the "okay" to come out. When they noticed the group of heroes, though, they moved towards them, right at the center of the park. The person kneeling was mumbling words in a language that nobody could understand – or hear.

The demon girl had her eyes shut tight, and focused her inner power to her comrade, and friend.

"Sheroah barbooshlahk tantol wish. Commarowan sharelack, RUFUSTIS SOL!" Scribble's eyes shot open, and looked down at Mikkie for a sign of life.

There was none.

"But, how? Why did it not work?" she asked herself. She looked at her hands carefully, turning them over and over, studying each little crevice and crack in them, trying to figure out what was wrong. "This should've worked. Why did it not work?!" Getting frustrated, a burst of dark energy turned a nearby tree to ash. The others near her looked worriedly from her to the tree, and then back at Scribble.

"Scribble, come on. I know you're trying to help Mikkie, and bring Mikkie back, but you have to face the truth. She's gone." Eiko said, trying to hide the grief in her voice.

"No! She's not gone, and I'm gonna prove it! Something just happened with my magic. That's why it didn't work; I just know it."

"Scribble…" Eiko said with an exasperated sigh. "We can't save her. I wish we could, and know you have the best chance with that, but it won't work. We just have to face the cold hard truth." At that, Eiko's voice cracked.

"No! I told you, I can bring her back, and I will! You just have to give me another chance!"

"Scribble, she's gone. Dead. You can't bring her back so stop trying." Eiko put her hand and Scribble's shoulder, to draw her away from the Mikkie's body, but Scribble pulled her shoulder away.

"She's your friend too, Eiko! Why don't you want her to come back, huh? Is it because she said something, are you feeling guilty, or what?" Scribble stood up to face Eiko, and the rest of the team behind her. "Just because I'm trying to bring her back doesn't mean you can forget about her and her friendship!"

"I do was her to come back, Scribble! I really do. But the fact of the matter is, she's gone, and you can't bring her back. She was my friend too, and I would do anything to bring her back, but that's not an option right now. We have to give her an honorable funeral, and make sure the world knows what she gave her life for." By now both girls were crying, the tears streaming down their faces. The supers behind them stayed back, giving them space to work it out. They didn't want to get in the way of this matter, and accidentally destroy friendships and trust in the process.

"If you're going to bury her body, forget it. I won't let you." Scribble stood firm in front of Mikkie, guarding her as if there were villains and she was just unconscious. "You'd have to kill me first." She narrowed her eyes at Eiko, who mirrored her. Eiko whipped out a dart gun and shot Scribble, who fell to the ground.

"Or your unconscious one."

"Why'd you do that?" Captain America asked Eiko in shock. He couldn't see that it was a dart gun, so he thought she used an actual gun. "I don't think she really wanted you to shoot her."

"Don't worry, she'll be fine. It was only a sleepy dart gun." She looked at Mikkie, then looked away. "Somebody else please take her. I can't look at her like this." She half-whispered, a single tear making its way down her cheek in the other tear tracks there. Her eyes looked to the ground as she got to the tower. The Avengers did likewise, Natasha and Clint taking the unconscious Hydra villains to one of the many, many hidden Shield facilities, Thor taking Scribble to the tower to rest, and Captain America taking Mikkie gently in his arms, so as to not accidentally mess up her form, to the tower's hospital room until further notice. Iron Man went ahead to the tower with Bruce, to prepare a bed for Mikkie. Everybody was silent as they went, and they all went through scenarios in their heads of how they could've saved Mikkie, and everybody else the pain of losing a teammate – and a friend – in battle.

Scribble POV

I woke up in my bed in the tower. I had a headache, and tried to think of where it came from, and that's when it all rushed back to me.

"No. No! Mikkie!" I clutched my head as I cried, curled up in a ball, and gripped my hair, trying to think of why my spell didn't work.

An hour passed before I got up and walked around my room. A couple times as I wandered there were soft knocks on my door, and voices asking if I was alright. I ignored them, because, no, I wasn't alright. One of my only best friends died while I wasn't there to protect her, and then when I tried to bring her back to life, my magic failed. Why would they think for a second that I was alright.

I couldn't go outside and face the team. Not in my current state. I kept wandering around my room, ignoring the worried voices of the team.

You're in grief, in pain. Eiko's right, you know. My brain tried to reason with me. Eiko's words kept coming back to me. In fact, the last part of the battle kept rewinding in my head and then playing, over and over. My shaky breath, my steps growing larger as I tried to run faster, my demon side trying to take over – and my almost letting it. I know she's right. But I can't accept it. I won't accept it. I have to figure out what went wrong, and then I have to fix this. I have to make it right. For me, for Eiko, for the team, for Mikkie. I can't give up. And I won't.

The determination set across me, and I marched over to my bookcase, looking for something that would explain why my spell didn't work.

"Was it because I haven't used it before?" I mumbled to myself as I flipped through book after book. "No, that's not right. I've used it once before, but that was a long time ago. Maybe I'm just a little rusty." I remembered the time that I used the spell, many years ago.

(flashback)

I was five years old. I was walking with my guardian that took care of me in the Hydra base, when we were approached by two Hydra guards.

"Agent Thorne, you are being summoned by the Supreme Leader, and we are here to escort you to his office. If you resist, we are authorized to shoot both you and your watch." They gestured to me.

"Alright, I'll go with you." She replied stiffly to the guards. We walked with the guards to Scar's office. When we got to the door, Agent Thorne turned to me. "You must stay here. Don't follow me anymore." She said in her "Hydra-Agent Voice" and not in her "Guardian/Caretaker Voice", so that I knew that whatever it was, it wasn't good. I nodded solemnly, and she and the guards disappeared through the door.

I couldn't tell what was happening in there, but I got a bad feeling about it. All of a sudden, there was yelling, and then gunshots were fired. Then, everything was silent. I pushed open the doors and ran in the room. I really wish I hadn't gone in there. What I saw wasn't pretty. My guardian, Agent Thorne, was lying on the ground, dead. I ran up to her, and performed the revival spell on her. I couldn't see if it worked though, for I was ripped away from her body, and that was when I received my scars.

(end flashback)

I shuddered at the memory. I looked at the book that I realized I had been looking at blankly. It was the spell book. Huh. What are the odds of that happening? I read over every single line, word, and letter in it while I walked to my bed and sat down.

My door opened, and a familiar voice spoke up.

"Scribble, are you okay?" Eiko's voice was quiet, yet still familiar, although it wasn't very welcome at the moment. I gave her a look.

"Aren't you supposed to be the smart one? I'm busy." I told her rather harshly, and looked down to my book.

"No, well, yeah, but that role really fell to…" Eiko trailed off, and then cleared her throat.

"Alright, so you're not okay, which I get, but you don't need to lock yourself up in your room. The rest of us are worried," she gestured outside of my room, towards the main room in the tower, "and it's dark." I looked to my window.

Huh, would you look at that. I've managed to ignore people for a whole day. Wow, that's a new record, I think.

As if she could read my thoughts, Eiko said, "it's been almost a week, actually, and not just a day. You were unconscious for three days Scribble. Three days. And now you refuse to leave your room? This isolation isn't good for you." I snorted.

"Oh yeah? I'm a demon, Eiko. It's in my nature to be isolated from people. At least live ones, that is."

"You're not all demon. You're still human in there. The demon hasn't taken over you yet, so you don't have an excuse for this. We've held off the funeral for as long as we could, but Fury's been demanding us to set a date for it, or else he will. We've set it for tomorrow morning. Please, come out of your room, Scribble. We miss you."

I was about to make a biting comment back to her (I was still mad at her, give me a break), but then it clicked. I snapped my fingers, and my face lit up as realization dawned on me.

"Eiko, that's it! You really are the smart one!" I rushed past her to the elevator. "Of course, how could I miss it? It was right in front of my eyes, and I missed it. Gosh Scribble, you don't know anything, do you?" I slammed the button to the hospital room, and Eiko barely squeezed in the door in time to join me.

"Scribble, what is it? What did you figure out? Did you find a way to bring her back?"

"Can't talk Eiko, I need to get angry." Eiko gave me a puzzled face, and I just smiled at her. The elevator 'ding'ed, and I rushed out into the hall that led to the hospital room. I ran into Tony and Bruce.

"Wait, Scribble, is that you? Wha – how – what?" he gestured sort of helplessly to me while looking at Eiko.

"No time, Tony. Questions later."

"Alright. What do you need?"

"I said questions later, but whatever, I'll let it slide. I need to be overrun with emotions. In other words," I took a deep breath, and gave Tony, Bruce, and Eiko a steady look, "I need to get angry."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"What did I say about questions later, Tony?"

"Right, sorry." He muttered to himself, "I sure hope you're ready for this." My super sensitive demon ears (not really sensitive) picked that up and I assured him.

"Yes, Tony, I'm more than ready for this." I nodded to him. "Go for it."

I was facing Tony in a sectioned off area of the hospital room, me towards the corner, and Tony towards the rest of the room, Eiko and Bruce backed a ways behind him.

"Alright, if you say so." His left arm was out, his repulsor beam on his arm, aimed at me. With a last worried glance at me, he fired.

The beam hit me, and I launched backwards. I crashed against the wall, and I felt it coming. Tony fired at me again, which hit me in the gut, knocking the wind out of me. My demon side started taking over me, and I let it come. Tony fired one last time, and it took over.

"Tony, what was that? We heard your beam firing, and…" Steve and the others were suited up, and ran in here to assist in the battle. If only there was one.

I started shaking, and my vision went red. I stood up, a creepy, demonic smile on my, with the shadows just right, and I launched at Tony. He fired another beam at me, and Cap's shield rammed into my side, knocking me out of the air. My demon wings shot out, and I took flight. My nails grew to long claws, and I slashed at anybody who got in my way. I slashed and stabbed with my pointy tail. My horns that grew weren't any help really, but I did try to headbutt anybody who got too close to my head. Steve tried to subdue me by grabbing my arms and wrapping them behind my back.

"You don't want to do this, Scribble. You can fight it, I know you can."

"Oh, I don't think I want to, Captain America." I cackled in my deep, demonic voice, and wrenched my arms out of his grip. I then used him as a shield for the tranquilizers Natasha and Clint were firing at me. Steve fell to the floor, unconscious. Oooh, he's gonna be out for awhile. I focused my attention onto the other Avengers in the room, and subdued them with ease, except for a few close calls. Bruce had escaped the room in the hysteria so that the Other Guy wouldn't get out. There was only one person in the room who I didn't attack yet.

I locked my eyes onto my next target: Eiko.

She saw me coming, and ran over to a hospital bed, and just when I was about to reach her, she ducked, and I paused, mid-flight. I stopped so suddenly that I almost fell onto the hospital bed. Luckily I managed to catch myself, because on that bed, was Mikkie.

I landed on the ground, and my brain tried to figure out why I cared so much for this person (I was in my demonic mode, after all). My claws shrunk back into fingernails, and I closed my wings, while putting my tail down. I got closer to her, trying to figure out why she wasn't moving. I put my ear to where her heart was. I didn't hear a beat, and that when it clicked in my demonic brain.

She's dead. This human is dead, so I should feel nothing for her. Yet, why do I feel a special connection to her? I need to find out why I feel like this. And there's only one way to do that.

I put my fingers to her temples, and performed the spell. The other Avengers were up (excluding Steve, who was still out cold), and in the defensive position, but stopped when they saw what I was doing. By this time, Bruce had come back into the room, seeing as how the fighting stopped.

"Sheroah barbooshlahk tantol wish. Commarowan sharelack, RUFUSTIS SOL!" I felt the magic pour out of me, and into Mikkie. Nothing happened. I peered down close at her, studying her face, when her scent of death (yes, I'm a demon, I can smell this stuff) faded away, and I backed up, transforming back into my normal human self as I did.

"Uuugghhhhh…" I groaned as I collapsed to the ground. Eiko caught me and held me upright as the Avengers, minus Steve, gathered around me, all wanting to know what happened. And that's when we heard it.

Mikkie gasped for air, as her eyes shot open and she sat up, gripping the table for balance. I pointed at her.

"That's… what I did." And I sagged to the floor, dragging Eiko down with me. "I'm alright, don't worry. I think there's somebody more important for you to take care of first."

"Wha – what happened? Where's Scar?! Did he get away? Where am I?" she asked in confusion and fright.

"Don't worry, Mikkie, I'm just checking your vitals, and making sure you're fine."

"Where am I? What happened?"

"Don't worry, Mikkie. We beat them. You beat them. And you're home now." Eiko's voice broke as the tears started streaming down my face.

"You're home now."

ALRIGHT! So now this story is finished, and I really hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did, because I. Freaking. Loved. It.

I apologize for taking so long with the end of this, and you don't have to worry about it again with this story. I actually think this is the longest chapter in this story, so that's cool. It's the finale, it has to be.

The spell used to bring Mikkie back to life was totally made up on the spot, so don't try to use it, because it won't work. I made it up.

Agent Thorne's name was used only for the flashback purposes, and I apologize to anybody with a last name of Thorne if they were offended.

My day has been amazing. First off, I finished my show, and then I was asked to Homecoming (first time), and now I've finished this.

I LOVE ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE FAVORITED, FOLLOWED, REVIEWED, AND EVEN JUST READ THIS STORY, AND WHO HAVE STUCK WITH ME THROUGH ALL MY RIDICULOUS BREAKS IN BETWEEN CHAPTERS. IT REALLY MEANS A LOT TO ME!

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