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Author's Note: Hey all! Well, I'm back with another chapter! Whew, it took awhile, but I got it done. Yay! So, only one more chapter left and I don't know if I'm gonna do an epilogue but I'll see. Well, there's not much to say about this chapter except there's something I left out on purpose so I hope you figure that out. But other than that, I hope you truly enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review! Oh yeah, and I still advise everyone to go out and read "Timeless" by Sweet-destiny3 and "Sinister Secrets" by Slickboy444. Those two stories are awesome so I am ordering you to go read. Thanks and remember: Read, REVIEW, and ENJOY!

Slickboy444: I'm so glad you enjoy reading this story. It's always good to hear from you, my friend! Thank you so much for the compliments, it always makes my story feel like it's worth something! I'm also glad that you like all the genres that I put into this story. The finale is yet to come and I hope it truly doesn't disappoint. And as far as doing something for this story… I promise that you've done enough and I thank you very much for that. Well, I hope you really enjoy this chapter. So read on and tell me what ya think! Enjoy and thank you again!

Mark C: Yes, that's why Abaddon was targeting the X-men. This chapter will let you in on the characteristics that he wants and needs from each of them. Yes, the man does work very quickly. Let's just say that he's not really the human or mutant type. Hehe. The professor should have told them, but I still don't think it would've been much help to them later on. As for the adults finding them before the ceremony takes place, read on. Thanks for always reviewing and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Wen: Yes, we all can't survive without the Jott. There will be more in the next chapter hopefully. Thanks for reviewing and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Diaz F: Yes, I know… it was a cliffhanger. I'm sorry, but I can't help it. May you never find that axe… hehe. I'm glad you really like this story because there's more to come. Glad you also liked the Jott in the last chapter! I hope you truly do find this chapter exhilarating! Thanks for the review and enjoy!

Sweet-destiny3: Thanks as always for commenting. Glad you didn't think my romance was cheesy, I've improved, huh? Hehe. I'm trying ok. I'm better at reading romance but I am getting there. Well, thanks as always for your comments and your opinion! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Sacrifice

By: pinkchick

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Chapter 10

Darkness. Pure and utter darkness. There was nothing near or beyond but the long dark tunnel of darkness. It washed over his vision like it had transcended from above. A cold wind blew past and as all consciousness was brought back to him, he realized that he couldn't remember what had happened to him. He tried to move around, but soon realized that his hands and legs were shackled and struggling wasn't going to do him any good. He was bound tight. The dizziness state he was in wasn't helping him think any straighter. Everything seemed to be a blur. Oh, how his head ached. The standing position wasn't very comfortable, and his arms were being strained because they were apparently shackled above his head. He moaned and his eyes fluttered open harshly as he suddenly let his red vision take in his surroundings. His eyes widened and his mouth opened, but no sound came out. He was definitely not in Kansas anymore.

Scott Summers couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was in some kind of cavernous looking room and it was empty, except for his teammates who were now finding their way out of consciousness also. His shirt was off. Why was his shirt off? Scott looked around and realized that his friends were also bound to a board just like he was. Apparently, there was no escaping whatever was holding them there. They were all stuck and tied in a circular way. They were all encircling something in the middle, and he didn't like the feeling of it. Scott tried to take in the room, but he had a sick feeling that it was too late, and they were all already in hell. Only on thing attracted his attention and he looked down. Right below him there was a round circular emblem lying right beneath his feet. Scott looked at it curiously and wished he hadn't. On it, there was some kind of inscription that Scott couldn't make out. There were many symbols and Scott immediately shuddered. It didn't look too good. It didn't look good at all. He wished he could use his powers, but he couldn't reach his glasses if his hands were tied up. Scott swallowed a huge lump that had made its way into his throat. His heart sank deeper and he suddenly felt that he was now living the nightmare. What was worse? He feared that it would be the last thing that he would ever get to fight for. All the dreams he had, his life. It was all crumpled to pieces in front of him. Nothing but the nightmare's horrid images came into view in his mind's eye. Scott couldn't think he could take it anymore. For the first time, he believed and feared that this was a battle they weren't going to win.

Jean Grey also found her way back to consciousness. Whatever had happened had left them all shocked; but now as she looked around, her eyes widened. It was like nothing she had seen before. What the hell was all that anyway? She expected to wake up and find some deadly machinery, but there wasn't anything like that in her line of vision. It was just a somewhat large cavern with nothing but rock and large circular hold in the middle. Now, Jean was really confused. What was really going on? All of a sudden, she felt a strange and evil presence and she shook all over. This wasn't looking too good on their part and she feared the worst. She glanced over at Scott from across from her. He had the same expression written on his face, but it was too hard to read because of his glasses. Once again, Jean found herself wishing the same usual thing about seeing his eyes. But, she couldn't dwell on that now. Abruptly, a feeling of overwhelming fear and worry rushed through her. It was coming from all of her friends, but she could feel Scott's rapidly beating heart pounding in her head. Synchronizing with hers. She closed her eyes and thought about one thing. Getting out. She knew that the shackles around her feet and arms weren't going to help her, but she had to try. She tried to use her telekinesis, but nothing happened. Jean tugged at her restraints with frustration. Why weren't her powers working? Jean held back her fear and hoped that she would wake up to some kind of dream… she just hoped that she wasn't living in it.

Kitty Pryde's eyes opened abruptly and she wished she hadn't opened them at all. She also wished that she wasn't seeing what was in front of her. A sense of panic immediately befell her and she began struggling against all odds. Kitty concentrated and tried phasing through the wooden board that she was bound to, but there was nothing. Nothing at all. She desperately wanted to cry out, but her voice wouldn't work. It was too filled with fear, worry, and panic. She looked around and noticed that her friends were in the same predicament as she was. Why weren't her powers working? Where were they? And why were they here? She already knew who had taken them; she couldn't remember anything beyond that point. It was all fuzzy in her mind at the moment. Kitty looked at everyone and tried to look pleadingly at them but she knew they were all as helpless as she was. Everything had happened so fast that she didn't remember any of it. The nightmare was coming back to her and she feared the worst. The place around her, just barely lit, was already giving her the creeps. Something wasn't right and she didn't want to stick around to find out what it was. The nightmare was all reliving itself, for now she remembered it. This was the exact same room and Kitty flinched at the thought. She looked around once more and felt herself shrink with fear. Slowly and quietly, she closed her eyes to hold back the tears of worry and the fear of what this place really was.

Kurt Wagner opened up his yellow eyes and immediately concentrated on porting. Nothing. Not even the sound or smell of it. What was going on? He could usually teleport immediately, but this time it wasn't working at all. Kurt's mind raced with the situations that could make his porting abruptly halt, but none came to him. He immediately started trying to break free of his hold against the board he was shackled too, but it was too strong. He was trapped. That was something he feared the most, not being able to escape. But he couldn't do it, he couldn't panic. Not now. Not when he feared he knew who brought them here and not when his worst nightmare was coming true. This couldn't be happening, could it? No, of course not. In just one moment, Kurt would wake up all nice and cozy in his bed, wouldn't he? Kurt closed his eyes and then reopened them. No, it wasn't a dream… it was worse. Kurt knew he was coming. He was coming to them and he wanted to destroy them. Why, he had no clue. That was what made Kurt panic and suddenly a voice filled his head. "Power," it echoed. Kurt muttered something in German and looked down at the ground in front of him. That was when everything was forgotten and only the thing in front of him made sense. He had seen that inscription and that circular form before. Although Kurt couldn't distinguish where, he knew that it was nothing of a good thing. That was when Kurt truly sank his head down even more and gave up all hope.

Rogue's eyes snapped open immediately when she felt she was no longer safe. Rogue knew that feeling. It had crept into her many times before when she knew that the person she was with couldn't be trusted. This was something along those lines. Rogue felt herself shudder and she knew it wasn't from being cold, although it was deathly cold in the cavernous room. Rogue pulled at her arm helplessly, but it was no use at all. It was all hopeless. Nothing and no one could help them now. Rogue's hopelessness seemed to weigh on her shoulders like a heavy piece of metal. She wished so desperately that she would be able to do something, but she couldn't. Rogue looked up at her gloved hands and started yanking at her arms even harder. The shackles were too hard to break through and she was trapped. She knew that the worst was just yet to come. She tried not to put the nightmare's images in her mind, but they came willingly. It seemed all too familiar. This entire room resembled something she had definitely seen before. Rogue suddenly widened her eyes and realized that it was the exact same room that she had seen in her nightmare. Although not everything was unrecognizable, she definitely recognized the large hole beneath her feet. Rogue swallowed hard and closed her eyes. She feared that this would be the worst thing that she would come to witness.

Evan Daniels slowly made his way back into the land of the living and immediately shuddered before completely opening his eyes. Why was everything so blurry? He couldn't remember anything at all. The last thing he truly remembered was the nightmare. That was what made Evan's eyes open up tremendously. He tried to get up, but soon realized that he was already standing. He also seemed to be tied to some kind of board behind him. It was thick, hard, and uncomfortable. Evan felt his panic level rise within him and he struggled to break free of the bonds that held his freedom by a shackle. Evan gave up struggling when he realized that nothing was going to work. It was all a struggle against nothing. He didn't even know what he was fighting to begin with. It was all cramped together that he couldn't make out anything anymore. Evan's head was spinning at an entirely too fast of a rate. It was causing him to become very nauseated and he couldn't think clearly at all. The air in the room seemed very suffocating and Evan didn't think that he'd be able to stand it any longer. He was going crazy. The nightmare played in his head over and over, but only one thing stuck out. This room. There was definitely something about it that brought back memories. It was like he had been there before. Then as realization dawned on him, he realized that he had been there. In his nightmare. A sudden flash of someone familiar turned his attention to the center of the room. No, it couldn't be. Maybe he was just imagining.

Evan finally found his voice. "Mr. Flemmings? Is that you?"

That question lured everyone's eyes towards the middle of the room. Their eyes all widened, because low and behold, there he was. The man that claimed to hate mutants, was standing in a room filled with the people he hated the most. There was no reply. The man that used to be their teacher started moving around as if he were a robot. His movements were completely systematic that it was awkward to watch. Even though the students didn't think he was the kindest man alive, they certainly weren't used to seeing him like this. Mr. Flemmings moved towards Evan first and disappeared behind his board. There was an extra clicking sound before Mr. Flemmings moved to the next student. That's what he was doing to each and every one of them. The students just watched. What was going on?

"Mr. Flemmings?" Kitty asked, a begging tone in her voice. "Can you, like, help us please?"

"Ja! Please, Mr. Flemmings. Ve need help," Kurt also pleaded. Everyone waited for him to respond, but it never came.

"What's going on?" Jean asked rhetorically.

"He can't hear you," a voice replied out of the shadows of the cavernous room. They all turned their heads, their bodies suddenly trembling with fear. The voice rumbled and shook them all on the inside out. Now, they suddenly remembered who had brought them here. They suddenly remembered who had brought them there and why he seemed so familiar. It was the exact same man's hideous laughter that had been haunting them ever since they started having the nightmares. They all looked away from him. Abaddon frowned in the shadows and twisted his hand upwards. The six of their faces turned towards him and froze there. They were no longer able to move their heads anymore.

Abaddon smiled coyly. "Good. Now I have your attention." The evil creature walked towards the middle of the room so the students could finally take a good look at the man that had been terrorizing their lives. Slowly and full of arrogance, he stepped forward so they all could look upon his face. Once his face met the light, he winced but still managed to keep the evilness playing in his eyes. A gasp swept over the room. There was something wrong… something so horribly wrong with what everyone was looking at. There was something wrong with who they were looking at. They all wanted to blink over and over again. They wanted to wipe their eyes and pinch themselves to make sure they weren't dreaming. This entire thing had to be some kind of sick joke, didn't it? It couldn't truly be real. The X-men suddenly felt themselves shrink back even further. They truly couldn't believe their eyes. How could they not have known?

"Teach--?" Evan asked, still obviously shocked at what he was seeing in front of him. "M--M," he swallowed. "Mr. Gehenna? No! It's not true!" Evan shouted. The evil man only nodded, filling Evan with more pain at seeing his science teacher end up being the culprit all along. He had been right under his noses the entire time and no one ever thought anything of it. Why hadn't the professor said anything? Why hadn't they known. "It… can't be," he whispered, his head dropping. He couldn't believe it. He didn't think he'd ever be able to. They all had trusted this man. They had once believed that he was a kind and gentle person who didn't care that some of his students were mutants. They all had thought that maybe he could prove that mutants and humans could co-exist, but they had all been wrong.

"It is, Evan," Abaddon replied, no emotion in his voice whatsoever. It was as if he and Mr. Gehenna had been two completely different people and Abaddon had taken over. It was as if Mr. Gehenna had never existed. Only living in a figment of their imagination. "Did you honestly think that I was one of you? Teaching a bunch of high school students is a joke. It was all a scheme… a diversion, as you say. I must say it worked perfectly. You all believed that I was poor, kind old Mr. Gehenna," Abaddon imitated that of their so called teacher, his face appearing like it had, only for a second. The kind face disappeared in an instant and was replaced with one of pure evil, hatred and a pair of dark and beady eyes that was never there before. "Science teacher and friend to all. Ha! I didn't think you all were so pathetic."

Scott narrowed his eyes at Abaddon. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Abaddon was right though; how could they have believed him when it was an act the entire time. Scott felt disgusted and enraged at the same time. They had all been used as puppets and it was going to end now. Scott gave him a hard, cold and evil glare. Only one question dwelled on his mind at that moment. A question he had been longing to ask since the beginning, but never quite receiving an answer to it. "Why?" he asked, letting his jaw twist at him in unmasked anger.

"That is quite simple, my boy," Abaddon answered. "Power. You see, in order to have that power, I needed you. You are all the keys to this ceremony. My sacrifices, if you will. You are all to be sacrificed in order for me to bring hell on earth. Then, all that power will be mine!"

If all their eyes could have popped out of their slots right now, they would have. What could they possibly possess that would bring this evil creature all the powers of the underworld by just sacrificing them. Abaddon moved over to Evan first and looked him dead in the eye. He felt himself gulp very loudly. He guessed that they were all about to find out the answer to that question very shortly. Abaddon never removed his eyes from Evan's as he pulled out his hand and Mr. Flemmings walked over systematically. Evan started sweating profusely as he continued staring into the dark and beady eyes of his captor. Evan looked past Abaddon and at Mr. Flemmings who still seemed like he was caught in some kind of trance.

"What did you do to Mr. Flemmings?" Evan burst out, his sweat now streaming visibly down his face as his forehead drew in lines of complete confusion.

"Oh, nothing," Abaddon chuckled darkly. "He just needed some simple persuasion, that's all."

"Ya brainwashed him, didn't ya?" Rogue questioned, her voice rising with anger as she stared back at Abaddon who turned to her and smiled wickedly.

"Brainwashing is such a harsh word," Abaddon replied cockily and in a complete sense of calm. "I prefer to call it… toying with his mentality. He had it coming, don't you think?"

"Ya evil bastard! I hope ya rot in hell!" Rogue screamed at the top of her lungs. Abaddon looked at her undaunted and didn't even flinch. He smiled sardonically but turned his undivided attention back to Evan.

"Why, thank you, Rogue," Abaddon bellowed coldly, smirking. "I think I will… as soon as I'm done with all of you." His eyes danced around on his face as if he knew something that the students didn't. As of now, they were all in for a big surprise. That's exactly how Abaddon wanted it. He couldn't even wait to see the fear on their faces when he finally began the ceremony. It was going to be something to remember. Unfortunately, he couldn't care less as the moment of truth and power neared. Yes, his desire for that power would come very shortly… and everything would be his.

Mr. Flemmings had stopped next to Abaddon, as the evil creature's gaze remained unmoved. The teacher handed the entity something and as Evan looked at it clearly, panic over took him. He saw his reflection suddenly glinting off of the sharp object in his black gloved hands.

"No, please… No!" Evan shouted, but no one could do anything as his shouts echoed in the fairly large cavern. Abaddon lifted the knife in his hand slowly. To Evan it felt like the longest time in his life as he waited for his short life to come to an end.

"Merciful," Abaddon said, looking Evan right in the eye, never breaking contact. He drew up the knife and plunged it forward.

Evan closed his eyes and screamed out in pain as the knife slashed him across the forehead harshly. He immediately felt the blood trickle down the side of his face. Abaddon just looked at him with nothing but utter amusement, evil, and coldness that Evan had never seen before. His smile grew even wider when Evan's blood trickled down towards the inscribed circle beneath him. The first was done. Abaddon moved slowly over to Rogue and also looked her in the eye. Rogue attempted to struggle, but that only made Abaddon laugh as he brought up the knife once again and in the same fashion.

"Leave us alone!" Rogue cried. Her struggles were in vain and she surrendered as Abaddon placed the cold object onto her forehead.

"Strong-willed," Abaddon said as he slashed the knife across Rogue's very pale forehead. She cried out softly as the blood ran down her face just like it had with Evan.

Kurt was next. He felt himself shrink under Abaddon's gaze as he repeated the same type of thing with him. "No, please don't hurt me," Kurt muttered. It was no use. This man was heartless. Nothing could stop him. Nothing.

"Gentleness," Abaddon stated simply and Kurt yelped out in pain as the scar of the mark ran rivers of blood down his blue face.

Abaddon made his way over to Kitty. She had her head slumped forward and refused to look up at the creature that was now standing before her. Abaddon narrowed his beady eyes and brought her chin up with the bloody knife staining the bottom of her chin. Kitty's lower lip was shaking and her eyes were starting to get teary. "Please, please don't do this. Please," Kitty whispered softly.

Abaddon looked at her, her fragile state not sinking its way into his dark and cold heart. "My dear… that will get you nowhere." He quirked a smile and raised his eyebrow menacingly.

"Innocence." Kitty's face went pale as the knife's edge cut across her forehead in a straight line. She screamed in terror and pain, but they were drowned out by Abaddon's sick laughter.

Jean immediately knew she was next as Abaddon slowly walked over to her with an even wider smile on his face. To Jean, he looked like a crazy maniacal mad scientist. But she knew that he was much more than that. It was unnerving to just watch him come for her and not be able to do anything. She felt Scott reach for her through their link but was abruptly cut off as Abaddon stepped in front of her. He placed the knife's edge on Jean's pale forehead and her breathing started getting far more rapid than it should. She closed her eyes as she let it come.

"You leave her ALONE!" Scott shouted at him. Abaddon seemed to ignore him and glinted the knife, it's blood showing as the crimson color glowed and trailed down onto the ground. Scott tried with all his might to break free. He couldn't let him do anything to Jean. Scott let his anger spill through him. He promised he wouldn't let anything happen before. Scott's head dropped, not looking at what Abaddon was going to do to a part of his soul. He had failed her.

"Kindness." Jean bit her lip as she felt the blood slowly rail down her face. Abaddon smiled as his work was completed. Even more slowly he made his way over to Scott. He didn't flinch once as he placed his gaze on the hideous creature that had once been a trusted teacher. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that it would end like this. Scott stood tall and never let any of his fear show up on his face. This man couldn't find out that he was afraid. Not now, not ever. Abaddon stopped right in front of him and their eyes met. Although Scott wore his ruby quartz glasses, he knew that Abaddon could see his eyes. Scott clenched his jaw but maintained contact. Abaddon drew up the knife, his gaze never shifting.

"Bravery," Abaddon said and slashed the knife across Scott. Scott felt the pain as the blood started to pour, but it didn't drip from his forehead like the rest of his friends had. Instead, the blood came pouring from his abdomen. The pain pierced Scott as he broke Abaddon's gaze and looked down at himself. Abaddon smiled and slashed the knife across his abdomen once again. The blood ran deep and dripped down until it touched the inscriptions beneath him. Scott tried to hold back the pain, but it was too much. The cuts were quite large and deep. He closed his eyes and tried to hold it back without trying to moan in pain. When Scott tried to open his eyes, he realized that his glasses were no longer on his face. Now, Scott panicked. He suddenly felt himself being lifted, the board still behind him, until he was high above the middle of the room. Scott struggled somewhat and couldn't understand why his glasses were gone. How could he try to fight back if he couldn't see? His blood was still seeping through, spilling it everywhere along the circular hole beneath.

They all struggled but nothing ever came of it. Kurt looked down as his blood touched that of the hole. For a moment he forgot all the pain and the panic and truly looked upon the thing beneath him. Kurt's eyes narrowed and then widened quickly as he realized what it really was. The inscriptions, everything. Kurt knew that he had seen it before. Where he didn't know, but it was all slowly coming back to him now. That thing beneath wasn't just a round hole with ancient inscriptions on it. No, it was much more than that. Kurt looked at it more closely and his eyes widened even more than he liked. What they all were standing above was a hell hole. The hell hole. The hole that if opened could bring upon hell on earth and destroy it. As Kurt thought back to a conversation with Abaddon, he realized that that's exactly what the creature wanted. To bring hell on earth and have all the power that he yearned for at his fingertips. Now Kurt began to panic even more than before. This was definitely bad. It was worse. They were all probably going to die. Kurt didn't want to die. He was too young for that and so were all of his friends. But the more Kurt struggled, the more he felt that this was ultimately the end.

Abaddon laughed crazily as he reached out his hand and twisted it firmly. A fire came up from beneath the ground spreading and making its way around the six teens covering any means of escape. The room heated up quickly and the flames burned and licked at them from behind. Abaddon smiled cynically at their screams of pain and at their attempted struggles. It was useless and they knew it, but they continued to fight anyway. For Abaddon it was quite amusing to watch indeed. He looked up at Scott who had his eyes shut very tightly and quirked an eyebrow. He tilted his head sideways and seemed to ponder the thought. "Now, now, Mr. Summers," he chastised coyly. "You really didn't think I'd just leave you up there without seeing what's going on, now did you?" Abaddon saw Scott increase the pressure on his closed eyelids and bite back a pained cry. "Oh, no. You see, you are the key. The true key to my power. So, you get to enjoy the show… first class."

The fire seemed to increase tremendously and the other five students screamed louder. The blood from their foreheads never ceasing as it continued to come down, splashing across the hell hole beneath them. Scott tensed as he heard Abaddon's voice speak to him. It enraged him that he couldn't see what was going on. His voice was taunting Scott the entire time. Why had he taken his glasses? Scott didn't know the answer to that question and truthfully, he didn't want find out. This man… this creature wasn't human. He had no heart. Scott could tell that just by looking into his demonic eyes. He was made of pure evil. No light shown through him and it showed up in his dark, beady eyes. Scott shuddered suddenly. The heat intensified and he could feel himself starting to choke on the smoke. He could start to hear all of his friends coughing as the fire and smoke stung their lungs. Perspiration ran down his face and the more he lost blood, the harder it was for him to concentrate.

Hold on Scott, Jean sent him through their link. Scott nodded slowly. He would try… if only for her, he would try. Jean could feel his pain and she was sure he could feel hers along with her panic and fear. This entire thing was turning into some kind of nightmare. Unfortunately, it was a nightmare they had already seen. They had seen it over and over again and they knew what happened. At least, for the most part. The part they didn't know was how it was all going to end. That's what scared all of them the most inside. They couldn't bear to sit there and not fight back. Not knowing what was going to happen was a treachery for all human kind. The sad part was that only the journey was always written. No one ever knew the destination. Jean fought back tears as she watched her friends fight against the flames, the heat, and the situation. She knew how badly they all wanted to get out of here. How badly they all wanted to wake up and miraculously find out that it was all a dream after all. Jean's mind filled with all the pain and the anxieties of her friends as they projected their thoughts to her rather loudly. Jean grimaced for a second, not really wanting to bear the burden of the pain of others right now. It was just too much. Even for someone like her. Jean closed her eyes and also sadly wished that she would wake up from this hellish nightmare. When Jean opened her eyes, however, she realized that the nightmare had only begun.

Abaddon had pushed Mr. Flemmings to the side with him. He was about to start the fireworks and he didn't want anyone getting in his way. This was the final show and the curtain was about to be drawn for the entire audience to see. This was it. Abaddon started laughing again, sending a shiver down his sacrifices' spines. This was just too perfect, it was almost funny. Abaddon clapped his hands together and looked up at Scott who still had his eyes tightly shut. He was sweating profusely as Abaddon smirked evilly. Now all he needed was to turn the key. Abaddon twisted his hand up towards Scott and his eyes opened, letting out a beam of crimson energy unleash itself. Scott felt his eyes open up willingly. He didn't know how, but Abaddon had summoned his eyes to open even when Scott was trying with all his might to hold them back. The optic energy spilled directly downwards and hit the hell hole right in the middle. Scott screamed as he lost control over his eyes. The energy continued spilling out as all Scott could do was let it happen. He had let his power unleash, losing the control over the only thing that he had thought could be held back in this situation. Abaddon laughed maniacally once again as he watched and tilted his head admiringly at his work.

"Yes," Abaddon laughed. "Let the ceremony begin."

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A/N: For all those who fail to review this story and have been reading. I am disappointed in all of you. If you are a fellow author you know how much reviews mean. And I know that some who are reading this story have reviewed others and I don't why you won't take the time to review this story. The little button is underneath so please don't hesitate. I need to know what ya'll think… and only one more chapter to go. Thanks to all those who did review - always greatly appreciated! Did ya like it or not… you know what to do! (points to little review button beneath and smiles) Thanks!