Reaper woke with a strange tingling throughout his body, like the tingling you get after your foot falls asleep. The tingling of blood rushing through the body. He looked to his arm; all the scratches and cut were gone, healed over.

He was sitting up in the infirmary… alone. Where was Sam?

"Sam?" He called as he stood up. He turned, catching sight of himself in the mirror… wiping the blood away from he saw that all his cuts had been healed. Not even a trace of a scar remained. He looked around the room and saw everything had been trashed, and Sam was gone.

Determined, he picked up his gun and slammed a clip in. Stepping over the debris he made his way into the dimly lit corridor.

As he moved along he became more aware of his incredibly acute senses. He could smell everything, bile, urine, sweat, old blood… new blood. He could hear everything, his feet clomping against the floor, the air whooshing through the ducts, the sound of claws on metal. Those were the sounds he followed.

His vision was perfect, even in the dark he could see everything.

His gun was as if there was nothing there and running took no effort, as if the corridor was rushing past him and he was just standing still.

He turned down a hallway, hearing a gurgling noise coming from it. It was a partially tuned creature feasting on a corpse. He shot, one shot, deadly accurate. Sneering in disgust, he retuned to locating his sister… or what was left of her.

He turned this way and that, killing the turned and partially turned as he went.

He entered a hall way and felt himself being jerked off his feet. His gun flew from his hand as something grabbed his neck and stabbed him in the stomach with its claws. Red flew before his eyes as the pain flared and his hand flew up to the hand of the creature, loosening his grip so that air could fill his lungs. The creature growled, showing it pearly white razor sharp teeth.

Reaper grabbed the neck of the creature, trying to force it away from him when he felt something strange. He pulled a chain from around the demon's neck… it had cross on it… made of sapphire.

"Aidan." He whispered in helplessness. The creature blinked. "Aidan." He said with tears in his voice. The creature looked confused, and then backed off, dropping Reaper in the process.

"Aidan, please, no, not you… please." He begged. The creature stared at him, understanding in its eyes. Understanding and… pleading? Reaper looked up into its intelligent eyes. He understood.

"I made a promise." He said. The creature nodded. Reaper looked into those familiar dark eyes, seeing the battle the creature was having, the internal struggle it had as its predatorial instinct fought to regain control over the piece of Aidan that was still there and still just as strong as he ever remembered it.

He choked down a sob as he aimed his gun at it- no, her. "I'm sorry." She nodded in understanding and spread her arms wide, as if already feeling the freedom of death.

"I'm sorry."

BAM!

DOOMDOOMDOOMDOOMDOOMDOOMDOOM

Dodges airborne missiles made of ordinary household items and kitchenware.

I know, I know! You all hate me, you do! And you have every right. But just keep in mind that there is ONE more chapter in this left. Okay. So just be patient and take deep breaths. Ducks behind couch

Apparently I freaked a lot of people out, and now I know I pissed quite a few off now, but ONE MORE CHAPTER! Just keep that in mind.

Bunnychica9: Glad to hear from you. Yeah, about the whole turning into a creature thing, sorry. But I had to do it! Good news is she lived!

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For a while. Keep on reading! I was glad to hear from you!

Hotarunokoishi: Lemons are good… I like lemons! ;)

Yeah, kind of hard to write things like that without making them a bit of a pity party thing, but I tried my best. Yeah, I've watched too many westerns.

Glad you like the moment. Tried to keep the whole situation going on around them in mind so it couldn't be too… drawn out. Keep on reading!

Vana: blinks I think I'll just talk to your logical side because your Hysterical side is freaking me out. Yeah, again, sorry about turning her, but I remind you all there is one more chapter, don't hate me so much that you quite reading. Yeah, I had fun writing about Sarge's character through her eyes. I know, I thought about letting Duke live, but then I didn't want to change the original story too much. He was so cool, I also Destroyer, Kid, and Goat to live, but oh well. To the Hysterical Side: Is this considered a cliffy? Sorry I'm so cruel… well, no, I'm really not (Insert maniacal laughter here). Err… sorry.

123: It's not over yet! Keep reading.

EnyoGraeae: Sorry! I did! Well, she did live in this chapter.

I love to make my characters suffer… it's the sadistic side of my personality. All my writing has suffering in it. Poor Reaper. I feel bad for him, but what can you do?

I love all of those ideas! Especially the last one, with her jumping Sarge and saving reaper. Might keep that in mind for later. Don't worry, I like it when people get so into my stories they make up endings for it, makes it fun!

I hope you like this, and keep on reading! It's almost over.

Lamminator: Glad that chapter made up for it. Yeah, another one who wanted her to turn out okay. Again, sorry. Don't worry, my brain does that all the time. Keep Reading!