"Well THAT went horribly..." Adam commented as Steve started to drive away. He was sitting in between Jay and Chris, glancing back through the back window to see if they were being followed. It didn't look like they were but that didn't really comfort him. There was nothing comforting about their current situation. They had their weapons now sure but they were down Hunter and Shawn and had nearly died themselves. Any hope they had had on the car ride there was crushed now. What they could even do now was beyond him. They would almost be better off shooting themselves in the head and just ending it quickly at this point.

"Where are we going now?" Amy asked Steve. She was up in the passenger's seat looking at him as he drove.

"I have no idea," he replied. His grip on the steering wheel was so hard that his knuckles were turning white. The sky, which had been somewhat cloudy to begin with, was rapidly turning black. "What now?" he asked in disbelief.

"Is it supposed to rain?" Jay asked.

Chris snorted. "Well given that everyone has been KILLED there hasn't exactly been a weather report." He smacked Jay upside the head. "Idiot."

Thunder boomed loudly overhead and the wind began to blow so hard that the car began to sway on the road. "Should we pull over?" Adam asked as he leaned forward to look out the windshield. It looked so horrible out that it did scare him a bit.

"Pull over?" Steve repeated incredulously. "Pull over where?" They were out in the middle of nowhere. There was no good, safe spot to pull over to. "We'll be sitting ducks out here."

"I don't think going this way is any better..." Amy cringed as a nasty bolt of lightening streaked across the sky. Rain was starting to fall now, fast and hard. Steve turned on the windshield wipers as high as they could go but it was barely helping. The rain was coming down much too hard.

"Dude you HAVE to pull over," Jay insisted. "You're gonna drive us into a ditch."

"I can't SEE where over is!" Steve snapped.

"Just stop the damn car ass clown!" Chris yelled. It wasn't like there would be any cars coming up to them and hitting them as they sat there.

Steve fianlly just put on the brakes and put the gear up in park. "Fuck fuck FUCK!" He slammed his hand against the steering wheel each time he yelled. The others cringed as he yelled, not daring to say a word. The rain beat down harder on the car, making it completely impossible to see out the windows now. Not that Adam didn't try. He put his face against his window, trying to see if they were about to suddenly get hit by a tornado...he hadn't thought of that when he made his pull over request.

"Holy Christ..." He pressed his face against the window even more, another nasty streak of lightening lighting up the sky enough to see a Reaper's face staring back at him. "HOLY SHIT!"

"Wh-" Jay never got to finish that question. The car suddenly flipped over on it's own, rolling a couple dozen feet in the direction of the wind before finally coming to a rest upside down.

...

"Are you happy now?" Paul yelled angrily. Wade and Mark had rejoined him and the rest of their army and he knew by the looks on their faces and the incoming storm that they had once again, made shit worse. He had stayed behind on Mark's orders and now severely regreted that decision. "Are you? Are you HAPPY now?"

"Shut up," Mark snapped. He was even having trouble seeing with all the rain but he was doing better than Paul was. The weather didn't seem to bother him as far as seeing went but he didn't look too pleased with their situation.

"I am NOT shutting up!" Paul snapped. "Was this what you wanted? Huh? You've pissed him off AGAIN!" He adjusted the urn under his arm, trying to keep it from slipping out of his grasp. "We do not have TIME for-"

"Ah shut up Paulie," Wade said gruffly, slapping Bearer on the back. They weren't that far away from where they had left James and they weren't going to get much further. The Reapers were already coming and it wouldn't be long before James would get there too. A fight like this wasn't what Mark had really been looking for but for Wade? It was perfect in his eyes. He knew from the moment they had found out that James had reclaimed the throne of Death that it would come down to this. It was the only way. "Send your bloody army towards the Reapers and leave Death to me and Marky here." He got an absolutely seething glare for calling Mark that but he didn't care. The wind had picked up so much that a couple of their smaller demons lost their balance and fell backwards but he just stretched his arms out, laughing as he saw the hooded figure coming towards them. "We're ending this now."

...

"Are you guys okay?" Jeff had to cough up a mouthful of blood and spit it out before he could get that question out. He had managed to get his seatbelt undone and fell down on to the ceiling of the car. Broken glass was everywhere and he was convinced that he smelled gasoline. He had no idea how this had happened and he wasn't sure that he wanted to know anything more at this point. He just knew what had to be done and what had to be done was them getting the fuck out of there.

"I'm fine..." Amy was the first one to reply. She had freed herself from her seat and was trying to push her door open. She grimaced in pain, her hand going up to her shoulder to clutch it. "I think..."

Jeff nodded slightly and looked at Adam, Chris and Jay. Chris and Jay were both out, seemingly having knocked heads while the car was flipping. Adam was conscious but he couldn't get his seatbelt off like Jeff did. "Here..." Jeff got his door open and turned himself around. "Let me try." He tried to unbuckle Adam's belt but it refused to come undone for it either. It was firmly stuck. "Mother fucker..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife, cutting Adam free as Steve and Amy got out of the car and pulled Jay and Chris out as well. Once Adam was cut loose Jeff dragged him out and they got as far away from the car as they could, in case it was gonna blow or something. The fire would be quick to go out given how hard it was raining but they weren't taking any chances.

"I'm too old for this shit," Steve declared. He had grabbed the weapons and was sitting on the ground with them, shaking his head unhappily. "Fucking FUCKING too old for this shit."

"Yeah..." Jay plopped down next to him, gingerly rubbing his head as he did so. "I think I am too." He tried to put some pressure on the bloody wound on his temple but quickly hissed and dropped his hand. "What are we gonna do now?"

Nobody had an answer for him. Jeff and Adam both looked at each other, both of them opening their mouths to say something but nothing came out. They were at just as much of a loss as everyone was. They stayed still for what felt like forever, their eyes forcing to adjust to see through all the rain that was falling. Over the thunder they could hear positively demonic howls and as Jeff tried to scan their surroundings, several Reapers came flying up over the hill and crashed hard to the ground, skidding to a stop just as a whole mass of demons came running after them. "Oh my god..." Amy said under her breath.

"Can they even kill Reapers?" Chris asked, cringing as he noticed some of the demons sidestepping the Reapers and coming to THEM now. No point in trying to run now. They were spotted and completely fucked.

Steve shook his head and got back up to his feet. "I have no idea." He pulled Jay back up to his feet and raised one of their guns with one hand while grabbing a sword with the other. "Maybe we'll last long enough to find out."

"Why do I doubt that one..." It wasn't exactly a confidence booster but Jeff couldn't help but let it slip out. This wasn't the way he had been looking to go out. This had been the kind of thing Matt had wanted for them. He had wanted...well it didn't matter what he had wanted. It never had truly mattered quite frankly. His entire life had been a series of things he didn't want so what was this one last thing? Guess what Matty? Looks like you get what you want...I'll go out the exact same way you did...

...

"MARK!" James snarled as he swung his scythe, slicing three demons in half at the same time. The fight between the Reapers and Mark's army had broken out in full force though he was barely paying any attention to it. He had gone for Mark first thing but of course, Mark had vanished on the spot, leaving him to get even angrier...if that was possible at this point. His entire body was literally shaking he wanted to rip Mark apart so badly. He was so close to making his revenge complete. Mark, Wade and Bearer...he had to get these three and then he would finally be done. The remains of the Ministry and the demon army wouldn't matter. They would just fall to the Reapers without their leaders. And even if they didn't, that wasn't his problem. They weren't part of his deal with Satan. Kill Mark and the other horsemen and he got his wife back. It was that simple and he couldn't rest until he made that happen.

"MARK!" He kicked a demon out of his way and looked around angrily. No sign of Mark or Wade...but Bearer was standing up on the hill, watching everything that was going on. He had several demons around him, seemingly as protection, though against him they wouldn't do any good. He started going for him, rearing the scythe back and readying his other hand to snatch the urn. If he got that open the fight would end a whole lot sooner. Opening it would release the souls Mark had taken to aquire his power and would weaken him to the point of death if not just kill him outright. That would leave only Wade to worry about then.

"LAWSON!"

What felt like a bolt of lightning hit James on the back of the neck, sending him down face first to the ground. Mark and Wade were both on him in a heartbeat, Mark trying to hold him down while Wade went for the scythe. James managed to elbow Mark hard enough in the face to make him loosen up and then kicked him the rest of the way off before swinging the scythe, shooking Wade through his moutth and into the back of his skull. He yanked the weapon back up and chopped his head off completely for good measure before turning back to face Mark. Another bolt came at him but this time he managed to block it with the scythe. The bolt flew back at Mark and he dived to get out of the way. James went to take his head off but Mark ducked out of the way of that too. "Come ON!" James snarled. "FIGHT ME!" He lunged for Mark's throat, growling as Mark grabbed the handle of the scythe and tried to take it. He tightened his grip on it, barely even noticing that they were flying all over the place. The handle was starting to heat up, burning his hands but he hardly cared. They flew over the rest of the fight, smashing into trees as they struggled to get the upperhand. The trees cracked as they hit them, one finally going down with them as they hit it one too many times. James landed back first on the ground, feeling a rib crack as Mark drove a knee into his gut when he landed on top of him. Mark tried to yank the scythe away but he kicked him off yet again. This was really starting to piss him off. He had to get the urn. He could fight Mark to the end of time and even if he got a shot in it wouldn't do much good. Mark had invested way too much in being immortal. Getting his hands on Paul was the only way.

...

"STEVE!" Amy buried her battle axe into the face of the demon closest to her and looked around, trying to find the others. They had jumped into the fight together but had quickly been separated. She had been somewhat close to Steve a moment ago and now she couldn't even see him. "Steve!" She jumpd back from a demon, who tried to stick its clawed hand through her chest. Two of the nails grazed her stomach, cutting through the fabric of her shirt and leaving two scratches behind that began to bleed quite badly. She ignored the stinging and swung her axe again, taking off that demon's head. Her arms were starting to get really sore at this point. She didn't know for how much longer she could keep doing this. There was only so much longer she could keep fighting before her arms just refused to keep swinging. Already it felt like she was running just on pure adrenaline and she didn't know how much longer that was going to last. Her mind was screaming for her to retreat but there was nowhere for her to run. Nowhere to hide. She had to fight until she couldn't fight anymore and then she would most likely get killed.

"AMY!" Steve's voice drew her attention and she looked around, spotting him about twenty feet away, absolutely surrounded by demons. He was bleeding from his chest, neck and left leg. A little goblin like thing bit his right calf, making him yell and sink down to his knees.

"NO!" She tried to get over to him but it was too little too late. A large, armor wearing demon with a pig nose and crushed in purple face came up from behind him and punched its fist through his chest, his heart actually grasped in her hand. "NO!" Blinded by the immediate grief that hit her like a sledgehammer, she lunged for the demon, ducking around other ones that tried to get in her way. The demon saw her coming and stood ready, batting her down to the ground when she went to hit it a jumping kick. She hit the ground hard, the air being taken right out of her. She tried to roll back up to her feet, only to be grabbed by the neck and pulled up to face the demon. She started to kick her feet to get away but the blows did nothing against the demon. It just stared at her got second and then snapped her neck like it was nothing.

...

"Jeeeffffreeeeyyy..."

Raven's voice made the hairs on Jeff's neck stand up on end. He had seen Steve and Amy go down but his brain hardly had any time to process it properly. The others were all still alive-for the moment anyway. Chris and Adam were fighting side by side while Jay wasn't much further off...Jeff had no time to worry about any of them though. Raven was coming towards him, a dangerous glit in his eye. Jeff swallowed hard, trying to put some distance between the two of them as he tried to compose himself. He was torn between wanting to kill him and just wanting to run away completely. He ran up the hill, casting a glance behind him. Raven had a clear path to him but he wasn't trying to pounce on him. He was toying with him, laughing at his obvious fear. Jeff went the rest of the way up the hill, tightening his grip on the sword and panting for breath. His palms were sweating and his heart was beating so hard in his chest that he could feel it in his throat.

"Raven QUIT messing around!" Paul yelled. He was standing nearby, the urn almost slipping out of his hand because it was so wet. Jeff just took a moment to glance back at him and that was when Raven chose to strike. In a blink of an eye Raven was on him, lifting him up by the throat, smirking as he gagged and kicked his feet just like Amy did before she died.

"There's nothing wrong with having some fun Paulie," Raven said, loosening his grip just enough to let Jeff get a grasp of air before squeezing uncomfortably tight again. "What's there to worry about?"

Almost as soon as he said that there was a loud bang and James and Mark, once again tangled up in a fight, came flying up towards them. Paul dived out of the way just in time, leaving Raven and Jeff to get crashed into. Lucky for Jeff, James wasn't the one that touched him or he would have been fucked. Instead he just hit the ground as Mark bounced off him, scrambling back as Death and Raven rolled across the ground. Raven didn't immediately died when he was touched...that happened when his neck was snapped like a twig. Jeff felt a great sense of relief but it didn't have time to stay. James launched himself off Raven's body and headed straight for Paul. Jeff shrank back, going unnoticed by all parties now as Paul yelped and protectively held the urn. Mark managed to grab James by the ankle and slammed him down face first to the ground before literally flinging him up over his head like a doll. Jeff watched in shock before shaking it off and looking over at Paul. He was trying to make the escape with the urn...the urn...oh fuck that urn. In the heat of the moment he couldn't remember who said the urn was so essential to Mark but that didn't really matter. He pushed himself up to his feet and recklessly hurled himself at Paul, taking him by surprise and tackling him right down the hill. They rolled down the hill, the urn flying out of Paul's hands as they went. When they finally came to the bottom of the hill, Jeff was the first one up to his feet. He stepped on Paul's back and jumped off him, tucking and rolling the rest of the way to snatch it up.

"MARK!"

In a flash Mark was on Jeff, picking him up by the scruff the neck. Jeff almost dropped the urn, but caught it at the last second, ripping the lid off as fast as he could.

"NO!"

The urn began to vibrate so violently that Jeff couldn't even let it go. Instead he could only watch a bright white light shoot out the urn, the vibrations getting more powerful and making his ears ring by the second. Mark let him go and sank down to his knees, staring up in horror as the white light began to take form. It was almost impossible to tell what it was until Jeff realized it wasn't just one thing; it turned into thousands of faces. All the faces of the people Mark had kiled and had taken their souls for his own need. Jeff finally dropped the urn and scooted back, his eyes wide as Mark's form began to wither right before his eyes. His eyes sunk into his skull and he literally shrunk, turning into a tiny, old man right before them. The spirts hissed, glaring daggers at Mark until James came forward, making them all move aside...all but one. A pint sized woman with big blue eyes and long raven black hair lingered near James, who smiled at her before giving Mark a venemous look.

"Don't..." Mark croaked, reaching one withered hand out to try to plead for mercy.

James just swatted it away before snagging Paul and putting him next to Mark, swinging his scythe and decapitating them both at the same time. The instant their heads hit the ground, another white light blinded Jeff, lasting only several seconds but blinding him more than a couple of minutes. When he could finally see again, Death and the spirits were gone and the rest of Mark's army was gone, leaving him, Adam, Chris and Jay alone. He looked at them, their expressions just as bewildered as his had to be.

They had actually won.