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Author's Note: Same as in Maelstrom- added this because it works better here.
BONUS
A black haired boy knelt in front of an older teen, strain and frustration twisting his face as his gloved hands gripped the iron beam pinning the girl to the ground. Pain had turned the girl's gold eyes a dark amber as she watched the younger boy gasp for breath, grip slipping on the metal surface. One slip had allowed her to catch sight of his hands, blood seeping through the fabric of his gloves even as he moved to try again, and the amber darkened even further.
"No." The boy stopped, staring at her as she shook her head slightly. "It's useless, Sel. You'll just hurt yourself even more."
"But I have to try!" Desperation laced his voice and she turned sad eyes on his face, wincing as the movement caused another tremor of frayed nerve endings.
"You know as well as I do there's no hope. I'm beyond help, brother. Even if you got me out from under here, I'd die of shock before you got me to a hospital that could help me." He stared at her, wide eyed, as her calm words made their way into his stunned mind.
"I… Sister…" His head bent and the rigid fear that had kept him upright disappeared, letting his bruised body slump dejectedly. "Why?" She watched him with pain darkened eyes, and then lifted an arm with a silent grimace of agony.
"Look." The arm swept the shattered building, the bodies lying on the rubble where they had died, the faint trails of smoke that came from where the fire were slowly dying. "Do you see this? It happened because of one person's weakness. Everyone, Aimia, Harken, Jay, and the others- they died because one of ours were seduced by the very thing we fought against." She spoke with the unarguable reason of one who had accepted her fate, and strove to shed light on the horrible matter for another. "Remember this, Sel. Remember what happened, when you leave, because if you forget, our deaths will be worthless. We will have died for nothing." Stricken, the golden eyed boy stared at her.
"You talk as if you're already dead." He whispered. She merely looked at him, biting down the blood filling her nearly crushed lungs. "No. You can't die. You… can't…" The bitter tears slid down grime streaked cheeks as he sobbed silently, and the blue haired girl could not console him, for they both knew it was true.
The shift of rubble, and a whisper of a breath. Sel looked up instantly, his sister twisting her head to see who stood behind her. Slade looked impassively at the two, annoyance, perhaps, in his eye.
"I see Refraction and I failed to finish you all off. That will be resolved shortly." As he started to move, the dying teen threw Sel a look.
"Go!" Even as his body reacted and rose, his eyes were anguished.
"What about you?" But she didn't respond and instead, in an impossible feat, turned her entire body over under the iron beam, raising her hands and summoning the water that collided with Slade. It held him back, even as she bit down the scream born of the agony that her desperate attempt had caused. Her mangled, crushed body shuddered with the strain while the water slammed again into Slade, throwing him back once again. She slumped to the ground, dimming eyes seeing her brother flee on a platform of wind. The tears glittered in the air like diamonds as the sun caught their fall.
"Remember, brother." And then blood poured out of her mouth as she coughed, letting Death take her.
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Dangling her feet in a pool of water, a pale blue haired teen sat with her eyes closed. Finally she opened them at the touch of a white haired man, who gazed at her with concern.
"Is everything all right?" She smiled warmly, turning her eyes back to the water.
"Look." And he did. A scene rippled on the surface of the icy blue water, flowing by as the two watched.
Sel watched with incredulous eyes as Mirror and Refraction emerged, unharmed. After she had hugged Changeling, he had met her gaze for a moment and she had nodded, a smile wreathing her already joyful face. He felt as if his sister had reached out through the other teen, touching him gently with a consoling smile, and grinned back.
The image faded, and the blue haired teen looked up to the man next to her with the same smile as Mirror's. He nodded, relief on his face.
"Are you ready to come into Heaven now?" She turned back at the pool, feet stirring the cool liquid as a wistful feeling entered her eyes.
"Can… I wait for him?" The man pursed his lips slightly, studying her. She turned anxiously to him. It was the one time she hadn't been calm and collected since she came here, four mortal years ago. "Will I still be able to go in with him, if I wait?" Saint Peter pondered her heartfelt request for a moment, rubbing his ear absentmindedly.
"If only we had more people like you." He sighed. "Of course. However," Peter continued sternly, "no more interfering, understand?" Her smile lit the sky like the star that burned in her heart.
"Thank you." And Saint Peter watched knowingly as she touched the water, still smiling.
Few guardian angels will care as much as she does. But then, the greatest thing you can give is your life for a friend… or a brother. She'll make a beautiful angel, that one.