Author's Note: Hey! OMG, it has been sooo long. I'm really sorry, but I seriously had no idea how to write this chapter. Sorry, sorry, sorry! Anyways, I wrote this over the course of three months and I read it over and it seems to be all right. It's a little bit off in parts but if you get into the right mood then its pretty good. I highly suggest listening to 'Fix You' by Coldplay when you are reading this chapter. It helps get you in the mood.

Just a note, I obviously won't be including reviewer responses in the chapter anymore, since technically we are not aloud too. I will however, be responding to reviews every second chapter for all of my following stories and that means, I will respond to reviews next chapter. I would have this chapter, but I wanted to get the chapter up ASAP.

So, next chapter is the last one. Can't wait! Hope you enjoy this one, though…

Heaven's Call

War Before the End...

I had to fall to finally see…

Beep…Beep…Beep.

"Red and yellow… and pink and green…"

Beep…Beep…Beep.

"Purple and orange … and blue…"

Beep…Beep…Beep.

"Tula-lula-lulaaaa…"

A soft voice. Barely spoken; almost whispered. No… Spoken? Strange…no. The voice carried a tune, a rhythm. Gently pulsing beats…it wasn't speaking…it was singing.

"Tula-lula-laaiii…"

Singing a…song. Something remembered from long ago. Memories…like broken fragments of a mirror. Shifting through them hurt. A cut that bled and stung but there was only numb pain. Numb pain that vibrated slightly like the tune of the song. The song…It was old, oh so old. Old and good and right…two children? That's right. Two children and wood floors that gave the spicy scent of pine. A boy and…a girl? A girl that was crying and the boy…he was singing. Singing the song. That song. And the girl paused to listen and …stops crying. But…no. She's still crying. I can feel her tears. I can feel her agony, red like blood, pouring forth from her ruby eyes.

Beep…Beep…Beep.

The sharp sound cut through her mind as her thoughts became frantic, giving a shrill fracture to her aching head. Jolted into consciousness as suddenly as if she has been struck on the head her pupils roved her eyelids. She cracked her eyes open slowly to be greeted by a blazing white light that served only to cause further injure her head ache. Her nose caught the familiar scent. Hospital. Her brows furrowing slightly, she closed her eyes and began to move her fingers one by one.

"Hil? Hilary, are you awake?"

She opened her eyes at the sound of the voice and immediately shut them once again at the blinding light. Softly, a hand cupped her chin and a shadow fell over her. Grimacing she lifted one eyelid and glanced under her lashes to meet a pool of soft amber brown. His lips were curved downward and his brows were lowered, almost obscuring his eyes.

"Tyson?"

The hoarse rasp echoed a strange, deep feeling that had burst in her chest when she had met his sullen face. She abruptly gasped and her muscles strained as she struggled to pull her frail body from the bindings of the crisp sheets around her. Tyson balked at the sudden movement and then grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down as she continued to move towards the edge of the bed. The motion was no effort, for Hilary had no strength left to give wing to her desires. The growl that came from his throat was not from exertion.

"Stay."

She let her limbs fall loose, and collapsed into the brusque sheets around her, pulling her pillow over her head. Her soft, dry sobs harmonized with the harsh, high beeps of the machines connected to her. He watched her in silence his expression indifferent of her pain.

"I-it's just. I thought…. he w-would …be here. I-I'm not going to…last…f-for much l-longer. "

Her body trembled with emotion and she drew her legs to her chest as her sobs were smothered into the sheets. The boy gazed at the quivering lump of sheets and turned towards the door. He paused at the doorknob, but did not turn.

"Have faith. He'll come."

The click of the door and the empty buzz of the room set off her weeping once more.

The dull yellow of the streetlight cast an oddly mutated silhouette as he walked down the street. The sharp ringing of a rolling chunk of concrete echoed and re-echoed on the vast walls between two huge buildings, which boxed him in on both sides. His hands rested in his pockets, his back gently sloped into a graceful arc and a slight smirk rested on his lips. Dark bangs, placidly swaying across his face, covered his half-mast eyes, dark now as well, to match his hair. He delicately picked his way across the strewn litter that lay dotting the solid floor of the back alley seeming to not glance at the trash as he walked. His eyes were fixed ahead, on the misted grounds of the Japanese garden.

He made his way past the tiny topiary sculptures and carefully crafted bonsai trees to the top of the red bridge that lay in the middle of the grounds. He reached the end and stopped, raising his chin to the damp, grey figure sitting at the climax of the bridge, shrouded in mist.

"Ah, Kai. I thought you might be here."

The figure did not move, but rather sat as if shaped in stone, the mist cloaking most of his form. His eyes were fixed on the deep waters of the pool that flowed beneath the bridge. The churned and swirled and he watched with blank, blank eyes.

The boy stood straighter however, his smile widening at the void gaze. It was a cruel smile, with the accent of pointed fangs. He stood with his malicious smile and brashly slid his hands into his pockets, leaning back on his heels.

"What's the matter, Kai? Are you sad? Maybe…" His mouth turned from the sardonic grin to a snarl as his next whispered words cut like the frigid steel edge of a knife. "Maybe you can't take the pain."

He smiled again then; and paced. Back and forth. Back and forth. Just like a girl who rocked so long ago. His eyes bored into the back of the still figure hunched on the railing of the bridge.

"Ha! What a joke! The Master of Perfection, the Captain of Arctic Emotions, feels pain? I would have never guessed… I would have never guessed…" The words came faster and faster, spilling out of his mouth like dejected bile. "…that you could feel the pain too. I guess you're just a human after all. But you don't feel pain. You don't even know what pain is, do you? You feel nothing compared to what she is feeling right now. Nothing!"

Sweat sprung from his brow. He was shouting now; his muscles straining in convulsive fury. Veins stood along his neck and his brows furrowed into deep resentment. He was yelling; spittle flying from his mouth at the hunched back.

"You killed her, you arrogant bastard! You killed her! And you sit here like you own the world! You-you deserve worse then death! And you'll get it too! You'll die alone and unwanted and you'll deserve it!"

He reached down, his sight blind by a film of red and picked up a rock, his sharp edges drawing blood from his palm as he gripped it and let it fly. A jagged thump and an uneven gash painted the stony back.

A heaving chest cut the muffled darkness. Tears welled up inside his eyes and spilled over, creating a crystal path of misery. "And you don't care. I told her. I told her you wouldn't…"

"You don't deserve her love. You are worthless. Worthless and weak."

Worthless…worthless and weak…such a mistake…you trained and cried and bled until you couldn't feel anymore…and you're still worthless.

"Shut up."

You're still weak. You're still a loser…still a mistake…

"Shut up!"

He stood and leapt with fleeting agility, his pupils dilated to a pinprick. Jagged shocks of rage, like lightning, lit his eyes. He grabbed the other boy and slammed him with a force brought by his wrath. He leaned his entire weight upon him and with a grip born of his resentment seized his neck. The sickening crack of bone rent the air (A.N:It's not the neck that breaks.).

"Shut up! Shut up! You don't know anything! I am not a mistake! I'm not worthless! I'm not weak!"

He grunted as a knee caught him in the groin and was forcibly pushed to the cement of the path. He immediately shifted to a cat-like crouch and glared at the boy above him, their eyes meeting in two gazes, locked forever as polar opposites. And there was recognition there, for each had a power that the other saw as great. Amber met grey; dark met light; dawn met dusk. And an understanding took place that was magnanimous in its splendor. But there was still a broken piece. It was fragile and would shatter. This in turn…would shatter their whole lives.

Go…go now…

"Then prove it."

He watched the others eyes. He saw firm resolve and an iron will.

I won't forgive you…

His eyes flashed with sudden epiphany and he stood. He ran, his body racking with sharp breaths of sorrow. He broke the gaze. He knew the ending already. This would break them. It would break him.

… if you don't go to her.

No…I'm already broken.

Author's Note: So...yeah, it was a little off. My bad. It was the best I could do, really. The next chapter will be better and up sooner, definatly. Just a couple of notes: The song that Tyson is singing at the beginning is an actual song, from my childhood. I do not remember who wrote it but I remember hearing it quite often. The boy and the girl that Hilary is remembering is Tyson and her of course. In the part where the bone breaks, it is actually Tyson's wrist, because Kai was leaning his full weight on Tyson and Tyson had his wrist up to protect himself. It seemsa little weird that Tyson ispretty mean in this chapter, but you gotta understand one of his best friends is dying and I've always felt Tyson feels a little bitprotective of Hilary. Kind of in a big brother way. Anyways, R&R and please forgive me!