Writer talk: Last part, YAY! I may of left a couple loose ends like "what happen with Jack?". Frankly, my dears, I could fit him in the story anymore so oh well :D This is how it's ending and I'm happy with that. Thank you Kora, Bluehag, Monkey/Haley, and everyone else who have keep up with this fic!!!
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Part 9: Peace Comes to Those Who Except It
Dutchy and Skittery shrunk back against the wall not tearing their sight off the wintry fury before them. Helena rose high in the air, nearly touching the ceiling.
**YOU MEDLING FOOLS! YOU TOUGHT YOU COULD NULLIFY ME.** She jabbed her ice-jagged finger at Skittery; her mouth still not moving when she spoke. **KURT, YOU SHALL PAY YOUR DEBT TO HAROLD AND I.** She turned her finger to Dutchy. **I DO NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT HAVE NO DOUBT YOU ARE CONSPIRING WITH THIS ENEMY.**
Helena raised her hands over her head, fixing to clap them together when the faint voice of Specs broke her concentration. "Helena, you're making a mistake!" The other two newsies could barely see through the snowy wind around them. Specs was against the wall trying to keep his balance - holding his glasses on his face - and had discarded the heavy gray coat. Helena turned toward him, her fury lowing to a low degree.
**What are you talking about, Harold?! That is the man who killed you!**
Specs pushed off the wall to walk to her. "Helena, can't you tell I'm NOT Harold?! My name is Mark Davis and I'm alive!"
**This can't be!" Helena grabbed her head like she was having a migraine. **THEY TURNED YOU AGAINST ME!** She threw herself at Specs, locking him in an open-mouth kiss. Her long fingernails raked his back, wrenching through his white dress shirt, and leaving extensive, red marks.
**Helena, that is ENOUGH** a stern tone arose. A dim light flashed and a familiar figure appeared. Dutchy and Skittery watched, shock at who was before them - Kloppman.
Helena instantly stopped, dropping Specs' exhausted body to the floor. **Papa?** she mumbled, in an almost childlike voice.
Kloppman went to her, grasping both her arms. **Leave these poor boys alone. They aren't the people you think they are.**
**How can that be?** she asked, the teardrops rolling down her cheek and freezing on her chin.
Kloppman smiled, and moved aside to reveal another spirit shining brighter than him. Helena's washed out eyes grew wide. **Harold** she whispered.
The figure that resembled Specs greatly - but in a more adult manner - hovered in front of Helena, taking her hand in his. **I'm right here, Helena. I've forgiven Kurt. You can stop this nonsense and come home with us.**
**I can?** Harold nodded. Helena looked at Dutchy and Skittery. **I'm so sorry** she said, then turned to Specs. He stood still. Helena reached out her hand, that seemed to radiate warmth now, fondling his cheek. **Please forgive me.**
Specs nodded, not feeling the usual exciting sensation of her frozen touch anymore, but a warm, friendly caress. **I know you were confused, and you loved Harold so much you would do anything to be with him. I forgive you.**
**Thank you.** With that, Helena took her lost love's hand and they faded away. Kloppman was left, hovering in the middle of the room. **Boys, you can live here in peace. You don't have to worry about anything happening anymore.** And, he was gone too.
Specs smiled, knowingly. "She's finally home."
THE END!
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Part 9: Peace Comes to Those Who Except It
Dutchy and Skittery shrunk back against the wall not tearing their sight off the wintry fury before them. Helena rose high in the air, nearly touching the ceiling.
**YOU MEDLING FOOLS! YOU TOUGHT YOU COULD NULLIFY ME.** She jabbed her ice-jagged finger at Skittery; her mouth still not moving when she spoke. **KURT, YOU SHALL PAY YOUR DEBT TO HAROLD AND I.** She turned her finger to Dutchy. **I DO NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT HAVE NO DOUBT YOU ARE CONSPIRING WITH THIS ENEMY.**
Helena raised her hands over her head, fixing to clap them together when the faint voice of Specs broke her concentration. "Helena, you're making a mistake!" The other two newsies could barely see through the snowy wind around them. Specs was against the wall trying to keep his balance - holding his glasses on his face - and had discarded the heavy gray coat. Helena turned toward him, her fury lowing to a low degree.
**What are you talking about, Harold?! That is the man who killed you!**
Specs pushed off the wall to walk to her. "Helena, can't you tell I'm NOT Harold?! My name is Mark Davis and I'm alive!"
**This can't be!" Helena grabbed her head like she was having a migraine. **THEY TURNED YOU AGAINST ME!** She threw herself at Specs, locking him in an open-mouth kiss. Her long fingernails raked his back, wrenching through his white dress shirt, and leaving extensive, red marks.
**Helena, that is ENOUGH** a stern tone arose. A dim light flashed and a familiar figure appeared. Dutchy and Skittery watched, shock at who was before them - Kloppman.
Helena instantly stopped, dropping Specs' exhausted body to the floor. **Papa?** she mumbled, in an almost childlike voice.
Kloppman went to her, grasping both her arms. **Leave these poor boys alone. They aren't the people you think they are.**
**How can that be?** she asked, the teardrops rolling down her cheek and freezing on her chin.
Kloppman smiled, and moved aside to reveal another spirit shining brighter than him. Helena's washed out eyes grew wide. **Harold** she whispered.
The figure that resembled Specs greatly - but in a more adult manner - hovered in front of Helena, taking her hand in his. **I'm right here, Helena. I've forgiven Kurt. You can stop this nonsense and come home with us.**
**I can?** Harold nodded. Helena looked at Dutchy and Skittery. **I'm so sorry** she said, then turned to Specs. He stood still. Helena reached out her hand, that seemed to radiate warmth now, fondling his cheek. **Please forgive me.**
Specs nodded, not feeling the usual exciting sensation of her frozen touch anymore, but a warm, friendly caress. **I know you were confused, and you loved Harold so much you would do anything to be with him. I forgive you.**
**Thank you.** With that, Helena took her lost love's hand and they faded away. Kloppman was left, hovering in the middle of the room. **Boys, you can live here in peace. You don't have to worry about anything happening anymore.** And, he was gone too.
Specs smiled, knowingly. "She's finally home."
THE END!