And now, ladies and gentleman… The moment you've all been waiting for!
liontaming, well I am here now! *heroic pose*
The February Rose, nooo, no nightmares for you! Because; never fear, Bluejay is here!
Cosmic Mint, yea, there is just something about that very scary boy and his cat… XD. But thankfully, you won't be requiring that paper bag for much longer!
Ruler of All Sporks, he is isn't he? Lol!
OuterSpaceAngel, don't worry, you can stop freaking out now!
Airmage, yes, it is. But I CAN say that someone will die… And not just the Grim Reaper. *evil grin* And thank you!
Fairfarren-Silvermist Fawn, no, don't cry!
Bluejay was on the point of hysteria.
Robin lay before her, blood gushing from a wound she couldn't heal. She had applied pressure to it and even ripped up a bit of his cape to serve as a makeshift bandage.
To no avail.
She felt like she was drowning in a deep pool of black water, the pressure on her lungs making it hard for her to breathe normally.
He couldn't die.
She wouldn't let him.
"Listen to me, you hear?" She choked out, tears pouring down her face as she leaned closer to Robin. "You are so not dying on me! You can't!"
She thought she saw his mouth move slightly, but no audible sound came out.
There was a crash and Bluejay leaped around, wings and arms spread out protectively as she protected the prone body of Robin.
But what she saw shocked her.
Grim Reaper was fighting Rogue.
At first, she had simply thought that she was mistaken, but as she looked more closely she saw how viciously they were lunging towards each other, their individual weapons gleaming in the red light.
She had no idea what to do, or what was going on.
"Foolish mortal!" Grim Reaper hissed. "I gave you everything!"
"I won't let you hurt her!" Jack yelled back at him, his voice full of contempt, shocking Angel further.
"Of course you won't. You'll be dead!"
Grim Reaper threw himself at Rogue, his sharp, jagged dagger glimmering.
The force threw Jack backwards, but the Grim Reaper's strength overpowered Bluejay's worry.
Rogue slammed against the wall and slumped onto the floor, eyes closing.
Content to think that he was simply unconscious, Angel took the opportunity to launch herself at Grim Reaper, her mouth open in a soundless howl of rage.
The cloaked figure was still turned towards Jack's limp body, and was unsuspecting to her attack.
Her daggers were in her hands, and she raised them in the hopes of giving a killing blow.
But at the last possible moment, Grim Reaper turned. Since she couldn't see his face, she couldn't tell what he was thinking, but it was probably shock.
Then with unbelievable speed, he shot out of the way, one of her daggers barely making a rip in his cloak.
He darted to the far side of the room, one of his hands cradling his injured arm, giving Angel a surge of satisfaction.
But she wasn't done yet. Far from it.
She lunged at him with a yell, daggers raised and wings beating.
This time, she managed to give him a good blow to the shoulder, but he didn't cry in pain.
But she noticed as he fled once again, that several drops of black liquid fell from his cuts and fell to the floor. They sizzled for a moment before disappearing.
Bluejay resisted the urge to retch. If that was his blood… Well, she didn't want to think about what he actually looked like.
But as she was distracted, Grim Reaper lunged at her.
She gave a cry and swerved to the side, but his sharp dagger had pierced her wing.
She bit her tongue in an effort to distract herself from the pain and gave the cloaked figure a roundhouse kick.
He stumbled back, his breath coming out in a quick gasp.
"You took everything from me." Angel growled, fresh tears springing up in her eyes. "Now it's time for you to pay."
She threw herself into battle with every ounce of strength she had left.
She punched him, kicked him, sliced him, blew him back then started all over again.
She wasn't having fun.
But the need for vengeance burned inside her, and she knew that the only way to quench it was to kill the man before her.
From time to time, Grim Reaper would strike back, though his blows were feeble and caused Angel to scorn him inwardly.
She finally got him down as she threw wind against him before leaping onto him, dagger pressed against where his throat would be.
"Do it, then." Grim Reaper rasped.
"Kill me."
Angel froze.
Could she do it? Could she really kill this person, so weak and helpless before her?
"Hah!" Grim Reaper spat. "The great and mighty Bluejay, who cannot even kill one man!"
Angel felt rage course through her, but also despair.
He was right.
She couldn't kill him.
It happened the blink of an eye. In fact, she wasn't even sure what happened.
But one moment, she was on top of him in the prime position to inflict some serious damage, the next, she was the one flat on her back.
She felt stunned, as if someone had punched her in the gut. Now that she thought of it, that was probably what had happened.
Grim Reaper loomed over her, both skeletal hands clasped tightly on his dagger.
"Die!" He hissed, raising it far above his head, and Angel knew she was going to die.
She closed her eyes, tears still leaking from them.
I'm sorry, Robin. It was my fault. All my fault.
But the blow never came.
Instead, there was a dull thumping noise, and the sound of someone choking.
Her eyes opened, them widened.
Grim Reaper was stock still above her, though his hands were trembling slightly.
As she watched, the dagger fell from his grip.
It clattered to the floor next to Bluejay, causing her to wince.
But it was him that fell next.
He didn't make a sound.
Just fell onto his side, his cloak barely making a whisper.
Horror coursed through her, and she scrambled away, feathers bristling in fear.
But he didn't move. But as she looked, she spotted a heavy spear stuck in his back.
And as she looked up, she saw where it had come from.
Jack was still moving, his mask off, his light blue eyes dull. His normally spiky and ruffled white-blond hair was practically plastered to his head, while blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
His staff was nowhere in sight.
Angel let out a whimper before getting to her feet.
"A-Angel." He croaked feebly, his eyes lighting up as he spotted her.
She walked to his side, her whole body trembling and crouched down. She knew that even if he had wanted to hurt her, he was too weak to do so.
"I-I wanted to apologize… For what I did." He said weakly, his eyes lifting to meet hers. They were pleading, and full of sorrow.
"I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to leave you." He continued. "But everything that he said… It sounded so amazing… So… Glamorous."
He cracked a smile, and Angel found his hand and held it tightly.
"Don't worry. I was fine. Eventually." She whispered, with a slight grimace.
Jack grinned again, but his eyes were becoming duller.
"I just wanted to tell you… Before I die."
Her hand tightened around his, but he shook his head.
"There's nothing to do Angel. I know I'm going. But before I do… I just wanted to say…"
His voice became even feebler, and Angel had to lean closer to hear him.
"I always loved you. Always will."
Angel felt more tears come, and let them pour down her face.
"I-I love you too." She said.
It was the first lie she had ever told him.
But Jack seemed to believe her. He relaxed, a content expression coming over his face. Eventually, he stopped breathing.
Angel wanted to bury her face in her hands and moan, but she couldn't afford to. Robin needed her.
Robin.
Her gaze darted towards his prone body, and in the next second, she was at his side.
She let out a gasp of relief as she saw his chest rise and fall, though his breaths were shuddery.
"What has occurred?" Fate's voice rumbled, and she turned to see the sorcerer in the doorway, eyes wide.
"Klarion…" She trailed off.
"Has been defeated. He has returned to his own, personal dimension for now to lick his wounds."
"You have to help him!" She burst out, gesturing to Robin.
Fate nodded and came to them. He put his hands on Robin's wound and started to mutter a spell.
A few seconds later, his hands started to glow gold as Angel looked on fearfully.
But in the space of a few minutes, Robin's wound started to close. In another five, it was completely gone.
As Bluejay watched in amazement, all his wounds vanished, and his breathing returned to normal. Color flooded back to his face and he stirred.
Fate stopped, looking exhausted.
"I shall examine the bodies." He said before quickly floating to Grim Reaper's prone form.
Angel just stared, hoping.
His mask's eye-holes widened, and he turned to look at her.
"What happened?" He groaned.
Angel felt a sudden anger surge through her.
"You complete idiot!" She yelled at him. "What were you thinking?"
"I was trying to save your life." Robin said as he sat up.
"I could have gone without! You almost died!" She shrieked.
Then she did something that surprised them both.
She grabbed his face in her hands, pulled him towards her, and kissed him.
Robin seemed frozen in shock for a moment, but he soon relaxed and returned the kiss, his lips gentle against hers.
Her hands reached up to tousle his hair and they embraced for a few moments.
Angel was the one who broke it off, her face pink with embarrassment.
"I-I'm sorry." She mumbled. "I didn't mean to-"
But Robin had already pulled her against him again, arms wrapping around her.
"Don't you dare." He murmured softly against her hair.
Angel leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, relief flooding her. Everything was alright.
Everything would be alright.
Nope, it's not finished yet! Still got a couple more chapters!
And even after that, I'll be making another YJ fanfic with her in it *wide grin*