Ok, everyone, this is pretty much the final chapter (and the longest as well). Please read, enjoy (kind of), and make sure to read the author's note at the end.
Casey ran panting into the clearing. Of course, he didn't have to breathe anymore, but old habits died hard. "Chaos!" he called happily, waving a little and smiling nervously.
Chaos emerged from the edge of the forest. "Casey." She said.
"I'm so happy you're here!" Casey added excitedly, "I have great news! I faked my death, and it worked! I'm free now, so we can be together, right?" he asked hopefully.
Suddenly he caught sight of her face. She looked hesitant and unsure. "What's wrong?" Casey asked.
"The Volturi called." Chaos began hesitantly, "They have heard of your supposed "murders". They want me to kill you."
Casey's vivid green eyes widened. He knew he couldn't win in a fight against her. "Just make it painless for me, please." He begged, hugging her.
"Get off of me!" Chaos snapped, "I'm not going to kill you!"
"You're not?" Casey asked, both confused and hopeful.
"Of course not!" Chaos said indignantly, "Why would I save you from Ayra and help you hide if I'm just going to kill you?"
"Personal satisfaction?"
Chaos glared at him, "Shut up."
Casey laughed more at that. "Whatever you say." He smiled innocently, "And thanks, y'know…for not killing me and stuff."
Chaos rolled her eyes. Her gaze was attracted by a flash of movement at the edge of the clearing. It was just a rabbit, however. A shadow fell over it. The rabbit turned to run when the falcon dove down, killing the poor creature. Before taking off, it stared at Casey and Chaos. It screeched as it took wing.
Chaos gasped, and whispered, "Ayra."
Casey turned to run, but crashed against a cold, hard form instead. He groaned, stepping back and rubbing his head. "Oh, sheet."
Ayra smiled a cold smile. "Hello, child." She grabbed his neck and casually tossed him into a tree.
Casey yelped as he hit the tree, but quickly turned to growl deeply at Ayra. His vivid green eyes intensified and narrowed. "I'm no child!" He spat, literally, into Ayra's face.
Ayra's eyes shifted to Chaos and then back to Casey. "You're young, child. And you always will be." She sighed. As she did, she drew a sword, hitting Casey in the gut with the hilt and then pulled him close with the blade next to his neck. "Anything you want to say to your love, sister?" she spat, glancing at Chaos.
Casey glanced back over to Chaos. "Sister? Geez." He mumbled, looking up at Ayra, "Too bad you didn't inherit the wits or the good looks."
Ayra pushed the blade into his throat so a thin line of blood appeared. "Don't push it, boy. You're more fragile than everyone thought."
Casey gasped at that. "Th-that's not supposed to happen!" he yelped, feeling the chilly blood dripping down along his neck.
Chaos pulled out a dagger. "Let him go, Ayra." She said, her voice low and menacing. "Settle your revenge with Edward some other way."
Pulling her gaze from Casey, Ayra locked eyes with Chaos. "Since when did you care how I pull my revenge? Better yet, when did Chaos, most feared hunter and assassin, develop a beating heart?!" Ayra spat.
"Don't test me, Ayra." Chaos glared at her sister, "I always was the better fighter."
"Prove it."
In a quick motion, Chaos jumped toward Ayra, knocking her away from Casey.
At that, Casey tumbled onto the ground. He didn't run, though; as he was too busy assessing the small wound on his neck in shock.
Ayra kicked Chaos' legs out from under her, and then picked up the sword again.
Chaos stood up and lunged at Ayra, but she sidestepped and threw Chaos into a tree at the edge of the clearing.
Ayra, smirking, ran over to Casey. She glared down at him as she spoke. "May God have mercy on your soul, because I won't." She drove the sword through his stomach, twisting it to ensure more pain. "How do you like that?" she questioned bitterly, though a single tear falling onto the hilt of her own sword betrayed her true feelings. "I'm sorry, Chaos." She whispered, running off.
Casey had screamed aloud, staring at the sword that now ran through him. Tears ran steadily down his cheeks, and a puddle of whatever blood he had pooled around him. "C-Chaos…" he whined, wincing at the unbearable pain.
Chaos took a step toward her disappearing sister, but turned back when Casey whispered her name. She ran back to the middle of the clearing, where Casey lay.
She knelt down beside him. "Casey…" she murmured, "I'm sorry. I couldn't save you." Tears streamed down her face, silently showing her pain.
"And I'm sorry," she continued, "I pushed you away before. I denied my feelings; I thought it would be safer. I'm so sorry." Leaning down, she placed a gentle kiss on his lips, "I love you." She whispered, her black eyes meeting his vivid green gaze.
Casey smiled softly, despite his pain, once he received the kiss he had so longed for. He lifted up a shaky hand and pressed it to Chaos' cheek. Casey gingerly pulled her face closer and leaned forward to return the kiss. The pain didn't seem to matter anymore. In fact, Casey began to feel the inevitable numbness spreading throughout his body.
"You know…maybe…it's better off this way." He whispered. Not a moment later, his hand slipped slowly, lifelessly from Chaos' inhumanly beautiful face.
Still crying, Chaos stood up. She buried Casey in the clearing, fervently wishing that things had turned out another way. Taking one last look at where her love would lie forever, Chaos turned and disappeared into the shadows of the forest.
The end. I know it's sad, but trust me; there was absolutely no other way to end it. However, if you enjoyed this story (and even if you didn't) there will soon be a sequel, entitled "What If?" There will be more details in another "chapter", which will give the playlist for Everything is Relative, as well as full details on the sequel, which is basically a story taking place after the fight…what if Chaos had won, and Casey didn't die? I will post that soon!