Diclaimer: I only own what is mine. My OCs, and ideas.

A/N: Wow, this is another great chapter. I hope everyone out there enjoys it. And I am looking forward to getting the reviews in. Not much to say because I don't wan tot give anything away, but I did some research for this chapter and I was quiet happy with the outcome and I cant wait for everyone to read it. Read till the end, this one is sad! Get the tissues ready and enjoy!

Reviewers:

NyanWolf- Me and my friend debated the ending (I have a great friend who like to write so much). I absolutely love flashbacks. So fun! I want to just write a whole book of flashbacks. Anna could be the character death, easily. Kai could have killed her. She could have a book about her missing Kai and being his "Guardian Angel." Anyway. Enjoy the story!

ArtemisBAMF1218- I don't think you over use it. I am glad you liked the ending. Daniko does change from kids, to teen, and to adults. Yah, this reminds me of an Orson Randall quote; "Don't be so optimistic. You're an Iron Fist. It can always get worse." Kai does live to suffer it seems like. No, Anna wasn't there, he was hallucinating and saW her eyes again from a few chapters back. Doc Ock doesn't die, he plays an important role in the next story. Yes, my samples need their flesh. They need details and flesh. I don't usually change much. Sabrina does resurface. The team should get a story each. Anna's story will be Kanna. Enjoy.

White light.

Simple white.

Nothing special.

I look down at my body, white robes.

Great…

I died.

I look at the white expanse around me, there is seriously nothing here.

No distance in front of me.

No ground beneath me.

Just me, wearing white. And the white.

I kneel down, and then I fall forward. My forearms hold up my body.

After everything I had been through.

Every little sick joke life had thrown at me, I'm finally dead.

All this time I said I'd be happy for it to be over.

Happy to be free of pain. All that stupid pain!

My eyes get wet and slowly I start to cry.

The tears fall down and just keep falling.

No ground for them to hit.

Seeing Mr. Parker and Hope, they gave me the will to live. I couldn't die.

I was going to go home.

I was going to heal.

But, now it didn't matter.

It's over.

I'm dead.

"Child, why are you so sad?" A voice asks.

I look up to see a man standing before me wearing gold and green robes, his chest bearing the mark of the Iron Fist.

"Who are you?" I ask, I don't bother to collect myself. I was just too depressed.

"Your great grandfather. Orson Randall." He replies. He sits next to me and pulls me up so that I am sitting on my knees next to him.

"I'm sad because I am dead. This is Feng-Tu, isn't it? The home of the dead of K'un-Lun?" I say. Then it hits me, am I really dead? "I am dead, right?"

Orson looks sad. "Yes, this is a middle place between the earth and Feng-Tu, the heaven. I have been sent to retrieve you, when you are ready to join us. Kaito, your life on earth was meaningful. You did great things, but your time has come to an end. Kid, you have earned this. You've earned your place here in heaven. "

More tears stream down my face.

I look in the direction of where he had come from. There was a city.

A good walk away, but not out of sight.

"I want to go back to Earth." I whisper. "I'm not finished with my life. Even if the odds are stacked against me. I just want to go back."

"I know you do. Most how come here are happy to be here. They have lived long lives and accepted death. You are still young, if you would have lived you would have been 13 soon enough." Orson says.

"Wait." I stop him. My eye's were dried up from crying. "I was kidnapped in May, my birthday is at the end of June!" I exclaim, and then it hits me.

"I am sorry, Kaito."

"Tell me how I died." I demand. I feel angry. My blood boils.

Orson looks at me strangely. Then he nods. "You were injected with a very lethal poison.

You still had breath in you when you were taken to SHIELD. You came here only a few earthly minutes ago, when you passed on while in surgery."

I feel a pull in my chest.

"What's happening?" I ask.

"The doctors are trying to heal you, bring you back." Orson explains.

"How do I help them?" I ask.

"Kai, I don't think you can. You should see your body. You look dead even with breath in you." Orson says calmly.

"Can you show me?" I ask. I want to look at this situation.

"Come there is a place here where you can look to the earth." Orson says, standing up he pulls me to my feet.

We start walking. Once we cross over the border between the white nothingness and the grass I feel cold.

The white robes change to more traditional clothing and a brown cloak.

I pull the hood over my head and look down at the dirt road.

People watch me as I pass. Some I recognize others I don't.

"Where are we going Orson?" I ask.

"A temple, a place of guardian angels." He says calmly.

We walk through the clean and beautiful city.

Growing up I had always thought K'un-Lun looked amazing and was perfect.

But this place truly was that.

"Are the legends true?" I ask. The quiet was getting annoying.

"Which ones?"

"That there are different levels in Feng-Tu?" I question.

"Yes, we are in the heaven of the good and honored. People who have lived good lives. You have earned your place among us."

"I don't want to stay." I say aggressively.

Orson looks at me but doesn't say a word.

We keep walking until we reached a temple and we walked inside.

There were a few people, also wearing cloaks standing near these orbs, watching them.

We stood in the doorway before Orson gave me a little shove forward.

We walk up to a white orb and I touch it, it glows golden and I pull back.

"It's completely safe, what's the worse that can happen? It kills you? Hate to break it to you kid, you're dead." Orson said.

I glare at him.

"Three generations of Rand boys and not one of them appreciate humor." Orson muttered to himself.

I was going to question him when I remember he had adopted my grandfather, fought alongside Dad, and was now with me.

I place both hands on the orb.

I closed my eyes and focused.

The first image was my body. I was lying on a table.

There were people swarming all around me and I felt my body being tugged one way and then the other.

I fell to the ground.

Pulled one way, then the next.

Orson helped me up and I was shaking.

I didn't say anything but touched the orb again.

This time I saw K'un-Lun, a terrible storm was pouring down on the city.

Then Mom and Dad in the palace.

They were sitting together and Dad was holding Mom, who was crying. Dad's eyes were also wet.

I've only seen him cry a few times…

Only when he was injured and in physical pain… but this was different.

I watched for a while.

And then the scene changed.

Hope and Anna.

Sitting together.

A nurse was talking to them. Hope's face was hidden and Anna's eyes were bloodshot and red. They were also wet, from crying.

"I have to go back." I turn to Orson. "I don't want to stay here."

"Kid, truth me, I know you don't. But, I've never heard about raising the dead."

"My parents did it when I was a baby. What's different now?" I challenge.

"Come with me." He ordered.

We walked outside and walked to a garden, much like the one in K'un-Lun.

"Your parents used the Scrying Vessel of Bo-Ling. Didn't they?" Orson asks me.

"Yes." I reply.

"The water can provide you a way home." He says.

We look at the pond.

My heart is racing.

"You and the water are connected. As the water can see anything, you can do anything."

I look at the water.

It's crystal water. Lily pads float across.

"Has this ever worked before?" I ask.

"No." Orson replies.

I take a deep breath. "Sounds like my usual odds."

I slid off my cloak slowly. Looking around, I cheek for people, err, spirits of people.

"Wow, modest much?" Orson asks.

"Um, yes." I nod at him as I take off my shirt.

Once I am standing in my underwear, my face hot pink I wade into the water, which was freezing.

"It'll warm up." Orson calls.

Once I reach the middle I'm up to my armpits in water, lucky of me, because I don't swim much.

I feel the water move and grab me.

Whispers fill my ears.

"You wish to live."

"We are one."

"You are the one."

"You wish to suffer?"

"Even after heaven is offered to you?"

"Be careful."

"You can still rethink this."

I take a deep breath. "We are one, the all-seeing water and the all-doing boy, send me home."

"I will, but a deal must be struck." The voices reply. "I want you; I want to work through you."

I think for a Moment. "You can send me the visions. You can show me things, you run thought my blood. And in return I will act."

"Blood."

"Blood."

"Blood."

The voice whispers over and over again.

My arms start moving uncontrollably and the water wraps around my waist holding me in place.

"You're offer is acceptable." The voice decides. "In exchange for your life you will accomplish many great things."

The water starts to drag me under.

"Hey!" I fight it. "I can't swim!"

"You think life is easy? Being born isn't easy and neither is getting back your body."

I pull upward. And suddenly the water pulls me under, the bottom of the pond now what must have been miles under me.

The water drowns me until I am out of air in my lungs and I go limp.

Commotion.

Voices.

Bright lights.

I crack my eyes slightly open. I can't do much more.

I feel the breath in my lungs. I groan.

"He's… alive!" Someone shouts.

"And wakening up!" Another shouts.

"Get the nurse back in here and get him drugged again!" A third voice yells.

More yelling.

A woman wearing blue scrubs appears.

I feel people touching me and sharp pains.

"Welcome back." She takes my left hand and rubs it gently. "We're going to take care of you. But you're going to have to go back to sleep."

She lays my hand down and I watch her attach an IV of sorts to a needle in my arm.

"Just watch me, try not to move or think. It will make this easier." She says.

I can't too much pain.

I turn my head to the other side and look at the room as I feet the cold drugs in my body and slowly everything goes black.

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