Hey guys, Austorias here. Sorry about the big delay on such a short chapter, but, you know, heheh, Fallout 4... Anyways, next chapter will be longer so don't worry. I haven't got any questions submitted yet, I really do want to use reader questions at the end of this story so please please please if you have one, leave one, or two, or ten! They don't even have to be serious questions, hell, ask Jacks what Francis' tail tasted like for all I care! I just really want to use that at the end, I think it will be a funny little skit! I wont keep ya any longer!

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The first clash was a great one, nothing but shouts and hypnotic cries could be heard over the clang of steel and the ripping of flesh. To Jacks' left, Vix had two Sin by their necks. He closed his hands entirely as the helpless creatures clawed at him, fighting for their lives. To his right, Spring was yelling and shooting at the same time, while still carefully aiming his large rifle. His left eye was closed, as he needed to aim down the scope of his gun.

Jacks, being distracted and terrified with his friends and the Sin, did not see one of the many small monsters running right for him. All Jacks felt was a force taking hold of his helmet, and pulling him to the ground. Jacks fell over backwards and rolled over onto his stomach face down again from the fall. His helmet had fallen off, when he looked up the Sin was crawling over it, very slowly. Jacks went into his habit of crawling backwards, he and the Sin were now in the circle of Polybians that were fighting for their lives, and they could not be seen or heard. Jacks looked to his comrades above him, he looked directly to Francis. Jacks could have sworn that she looked at him for a good second, crawling away from his doom, and she turned right back around to her current opposition.

Jacks looked back ahead, propping himself up to look ahead at the Sin, crawling ever so delicately toward him. It flashed it's claws and opened it's large, toothless mouth in an attempt to intimidate Jacks, and it worked.

(Oh God oh God oh GOD! No one can help me this time, can they? I don't want to die!) Jacks thought to himself these horrible thoughts of how the beast was going to kill him, at least forty-six different ways.

The monster jumped in a leopard style fashion toward Jacks, his heart raced a mile a minute. Jacks honestly thought that he was going to die that moment, he raised his hands up in a defensive posture to guard his unprotected face. As the monster's claw ripped through his posture, and into his left shoulder, he was riddled with pain. He shouted at the top of his lungs as it dug it's other claw into his right shoulder as well, even tearing through the hardplate. It began dragging it's claws downward, hitting bone and cartilage every inch. As the beast removed it's claws from his chest and moved down to his legs, Jacks laid there, barely conscious. He moved his eyes onto Foxy grappling with the same type of monster that had just killed him. He was so close, and yet, so far away. Come to think of it, everything was far away, and brighter. A white glow overtook everything, and nothing but Jacks was left. Jacks got up, and looked at his body, completely unscathed. He looked around in circles, confused out of his mind. Suddenly, when he completed another rotation there was a small paper on the floor, with words written in cursive of the neatest handwriting in history. It had three, short sentences written on the top left hand corner. Instead of picking it up, Jacks crouched down to look at it, the writing was small, but he could just barely make it out.

"True bravery is knowing when you're weak, and scared, and pushing on anyways."

"True bravery is knowing that you're scared, and pushing on anyway."

"Be afraid WITH us."

-Friends.

Jacks grabbed the paper and looked at it closer to make sure of what it said, when he did, a fourth line appeared.

"Be brave, Jacks."

He looked at the fourth line with a frown, he stared at it for a good thirty seconds, taking in every second. Jacks then looked at the vast, white sky, and he smiled.

"Ok." Was all that he said before lying back down in the white grass.

Color returned to everything, the trees grew back, and his comrades returned around him in their fight. Jacks just barely lifted his head to see the Sin still above him. Pain still swept him, but he ignored the feeling.

Jacks yelled gibberish and shot his hook forward, latching into the Sin's flesh above the stomach. This surprised the monster, and it staggered back a bit, groping at the hook. Jacks looked at his grapple, thinking back to being so scared that he forgot to escape with it just a few minutes ago. The second the Sin regained balance, Jacks pulled with all of his might, and even with his injuries, that was pretty damn hard. The Sin flew toward Jacks in a flailing ball of black, Jacks took the opportunity. He clothes-lined the Sin with his grapple hand and flicked the respective wrist, causing the hook to wrap around the Sin's neck. He then pulled again, sending the Sin launching back. Jacks carefully squared up, and once the Sin got in the perfect range, Jacks drew his sword from his back and slashed down in one motion, cutting the Sin's head clean off in a shower of the blackish-red blood that had been spilled before.

Jacks then looked at his injuries and recoiled from the pain he was actually in, he closed his eyes and spoke under his breath.

"True bravery." Jacks sighed and ran back to the edge of the circle in a shouting sprint.

He grabbed his helmet on the way and put it on while running. Where Jacks joined was next to Francis and Grey, struggling to hold back Sin, even with Grey's magic.

The second Francis saw Jacks charging like that, she smiled. She felt something in her chest, the warmest, most excited feeling that someone could feel.

So Jacks isn't a bitch anymore huh? Let's see how it plays out on the next episode of In The End!