There was a civil war going on inside Blaine's head.

One side was screaming at him, how could he do such a thing, look at what he has become, murderer.

Yet, part of him didn't feel anything. He stared at the cold body at his feet. This wasn't his fault this man tried to kill him, everything he did was self defense. He was attacked and he only retaliated. This guy got what he had coming to him. And the power. Blaine had always felt weak and useless. But to be able to put such terror in a person, when others had put fear into him, now he felt the appeal. He wasn't the weak one anymore.

Then the other side fought back. He just killed someone. Blaine started panicking. He had no clue to what he should do. Guilt and pleasure spread through his body. Anger began bubbling up. Happiness filled him. Blaine fell to the ground, overcome with emotion, losing the inner battle within himself. How could he be happy with what he did? How could he not? Blaine curled up into a ball and started sobbing. He's never felt so lost before. Slowly, he came to a realization. He had to run away.

He began to formulate plans in his head. Maybe if he got back to the house, nobody would be home. He would leave a note, telling them that he's sorry, he made a huge mistake, he has to run away to protect them, he's sorry Kurt, but he loves him too much to stay around and put him in danger. This would absolutely destroy Kurt, but Blaine put Kurt's safety first and nothing else mattered. Blaine would have to figure out where to live. He could travel by night, and during the day he would hide out. He would go far away, someplace where nobody could find him. The plan he made could easily take a turn for the worst, but he had to keep the people he cared about safe.

Blaine started running back to the house. He had to be more discreet this time, the man must have seen him when he was running into the woods. He hid behind anything and everything, and soon he made it into the backyard again. Soon, he would be safe, if only temporarily. However, the back door was locked. Clearly Blaine did not think this part thoroughly enough. He tried to pull on the door handle a few more times, as if that would actually do something. He turned around and was about to sit on the ground, when he heard the door open and suddenly had Kurt wrapped around him. Blaine could feel a sigh of relief leave his body.

Just as quickly as Kurt appeared, however, he turned on his full rage mode, more than Blaine has ever seen before. "Where the hell have you been? You're never, ever supposed to leave this house! What were you even thinking!" Tears started to roll down his cheeks, and it broke Blaine's heart to see Kurt like this.

"I-I had to Kurt." Blaine began to choke up just by looking at Kurt. He had to tell him that he was leaving, that he couldn't be around him anymore. "I'm not something you can keep locked up. I need to be free, to be able to fly." Blaine paused, trying to find the right words to explain everything to Kurt. "Kurt, you have to understand, if I don't fly, then they get...restless." Blaine tried to find a hint understanding from him, but the look was blank. "Flying is like...like a drug. Soaring up there feels so good and I never want to land. I can't be trapped forever, Kurt." Taking a deep breath, Blaine gathered every ounce of courage he had, and said, "Which is why I have to leave."

Kurt's face fell. The emotion ranged from anger to sadness to disappointment and repeated the cycle. He got close to Blaine again. "What do you mean you have to leave? You can't go!"

"I have to Kurt. Someone saw me, a-and you and your entire family is in danger because of me. I could never stand to see you get hurt. Please don't give me that look," Blaine pleaded.

"Where are you going to go," Kurt whispered after a long pause, he kept his eyes to the ground. They both knew at this moment that if they looked at each other, they would completely lose it.

"I don't know. Just somewhere else." Blaine shrugged, trying to make the situation smaller, like it was nothing. "Just somewhere so you can be safe."

"But what about you being safe." Kurt's voice was soft, so close to the edge of breaking. Blaine grabbed his hands, ready to say something, when Kurt looked like he had a revelation. "Wait, I have an idea."

"What is it?" Blaine eagerly asked.

"Remember that one time we decided to be rebellious and start driving and going nowhere? And we ended up somewhere in the outskirts, and we found an empty field and we just lied there, doing nothing, and watched the sun rise? Then we got into huge trouble, and we didn't even care because every moment was worth it?" Kurt said.

"Except the mosquito bites, but yes, I remember. Why are you telling me this?"

"Because," Kurt began to get that gleam in his eye, the look he gets when he says something genius, and he knows it. "There was an abandoned house there, and not one car passed by us when we were there." Blaine dawned a look of realization on his face. Kurt continued, "I can bring you there tonight. This way I can still see you." He smiled.

"It's still very dangerous," Blaine said. They looked at each other and Kurt gave a knowing, sympathetic look. "Ok. Let's try this." Kurt started jumping up and dawn and hugged Blaine tightly.

"Let's go get ready," Kurt said pulling Blaine inside. Blaine hesitated.

"I-I have something to take care of first." He said and began running back to the woods. Kurt held on to him.

"Are you crazy? You got seen once, you want it to happen again?" He hissed. Blaine broke free of his grasp.

"I have to do this. Trust me."

Blaine returned to where the body of the man lay. He stared at it for awhile, admiring how peaceful he looked. Yet, Blaine still felt the anger inside him. Anger that someone would actually try to hunt him like he was an animal. Anger that his boyfriend kept him in a cage, like he was a damn bird. Anger that the human race would destroy people's lives because they stood out and were a little different. And finally, anger at the disease that ruined his life.

He began to pick up branches and pile it on and around the body, and set it on fire. Controlling the flame so there wasn't too much smoke, he began to laugh. This guy got what was coming to him. Every asshole who decided to ruin his life should deserve this fate. Blaine made the fire burn hotter, and the smell of burning flesh began to fill the air. The fire kept burning until there was nothing left, except a pile of ashes. Blaine took the flame out, and never stopped smiling.

A twig snapped behind him, and Blaine jumped into the nearest tree. Two guys, maybe around Blaine's age, came stomping by. "Dad?" They called. They walked around a little, and then saw the burning pile of ashes. Both of them looked at each other, confused, and walked away. "Maybe he did get the thing and now he's taking care of it."

As soon as they were out of sight, Blaine came down from the tree. Thing? He was a thing now? Blaine knew the anger he had was going too far. He knew he shouldn't be happy for someone's death, especially someone with children. But he could no longer control it. It was surging throughout his body, his mind was no longer thinking clearly. He didn't want to run anymore, he wanted to fight back.

He had to run for Kurt though. He had to be safe. So as quickly as he could he ran back to the house.

Blaine definitely remembers why he hates cars again, since he's stuffed into the back of Kurt's Navigator. It was cramped and hot, and he just wanted to get out. He could faintly see the sun rise, and knew that they have been driving for hours. Kurt's words of "I think this is the right way," wasn't the most comforting either. Blaine shifted in his spot, attempting to make himself more comfortable. The car stopped, and Blaine tried to see why.

"We're here!" Kurt exclaimed, though with a sad tone to his voice. He got out to open the trunk door to let Blaine out. He hopped out of the car and stretched while looking around his surroundings. He remembers being here, so long ago. The field where he and Kurt spent the whole night talking, watching the stars, and doing nothing, spread out before him. He turned around and saw the old house. Old was a bit of an understatement, Blaine decided. It was barely standing still, and Blaine was sure as soon as he walked in, there would be skeletons covering the floor. He still strode forward to the front of the house. Kurt grabbed his hand.

"I still don't believe you have to do this." Blaine turned to look at and gave a small smile.

"I do if I want you to be safe,"He said squeezing Kurt's hand. The y both walked up to the front porch, in which the wood was rotted, and stared at the no trespassing sign on the door. At least, until Blaine kicked the door over. An overwhelming stench of rot and dust came drifting out. Kurt went back to the car and brought back the stuff they packed for Blaine to make this place somewhat liveable. They both unpacked and took their time to decide where to put things. When they were finished, they just held each other close.

"You should go," Blaine whispered after looking out the window and seeing the sun. They separated, and Kurt just stared at Blaine with tearful eyes and left, not saying goodbye, because it's never goodbye. When Kurt's car left Blaine's sight, he realized exactly how tired he was the past day's events. He fell into the cot that they brought, and quickly fell asleep.

Months passed, and even though Blaine had all the freedom of the world, he was still restless. His anger never left and it was still growing. He hated that he had to run away, hated all the ignorant people that made him run away, hated the disease, and most of all, he hated himself. He was such a coward. He never faces his problems, he always runs away.

Blaine slept during the day, and at night, when he could stay hidden, he flew around for as much as his heart desired. He felt free soaring over the hills and trees, feeling the wind in his face. Blaine began to teach himself how to move quicker, maneuver faster. Hunting became a necessity, though only small animals, because food quickly ran out. There was a small creek nearby where he could wash himself. This was his routine every night, until he saw the sun rising and he had to go back inside and sleep.

Kurt visited a couple times a week, bringing things to help fix up the house. He hardly went inside, however, since Blaine had kept the animals he caught in another room, yet Kurt could still smell it. ("You get used to the smell eventually." "Yeah, no thanks.") He brought food he cooked, and plenty, because Blaine ate most of it. Kurt always criticized him for eating so much, but he knew Blaine desired to feel like a human. Kurt could tell Blaine was changing, and he couldn't decide if it was better or for worse. He carried himself differently, and whenever they talked, Blaine only talked about how much he hated some things. He seemed so angry, and Kurt began to worry. College was looming around the corner, and what was Blaine going to be like once Kurt came back after being gone? One day, Kurt decided to mention this to Blaine.

"I'm fine. Nothing is wrong with me, stop worrying so much." Blaine answered him, like it was an automatic response. This didn't help Kurt that much.

"I just want to see you get hurt, that's all." Kurt mumbled. He stabbed at the salad he brought to share. Things became tense after that, yet Kurt wasn't sure why. Blaine would never do anything to hurt him, right?

Soon, it became dark, and it was time for Kurt to go and Blaine to do his nightly routine.

"I'll be back next week," Kurt promised.

Three days later, however, Blaine heard a door close. Although it was quieter than when Kurt closed his car door. Blaine sat up in the cot and looked out the window. It wasn't Kurt. He could see men with guns starting to surround the house. Blaine panicked. How did they find him. He began to contemplate ways to get out, but realized, he wasn't going to run anymore. He stood at the front door, collecting his courage, preparing himself for what he was about to do. "They can't fucking hunt me," he growled to himself, "I'm not an animal."

He shot a burst of flame before him to distract the men, and he flew through it attacking the first person he reached. They tried to get him, but he was faster and stronger. Every move they made, he could sense and predict. He dodged the bullets and took down each person one by one. After every person, he felt stronger and more confident in himself, nothing can touch him. Blaine felt more powerful than he has in his entire life. The numbers of men dwindled and Blaine started to laugh. He began to wonder why he's been such a coward, when he can do something like this. Why should he be scared anymore, he wondered as the last man fell. The bodies scattered around gave Blaine a sense of satisfaction. With this power, he was no longer weak, he could do anything he wanted and nothing could hurt him anymore.

Kurt knew something was wrong when he could see a large pillar of smoke coming from the direction of the house when he was driving to visit Blaine. As he got closer, a horrid odor filled the car, and Kurt closed the windows as fast as he could, despite it being one of the hottest days of the summer. Slowly, the smell disappeared, but it just burned at Kurt's nose. He pulled to the side of the road when he got to the house, and besides it, was a large, black pile of something, this was where the smoke was coming from. Blaine appeared from behind the pile, he was circling it, and laughing. He noticed Kurt's car and smiled wide, and quickly flew over to the driver's side of the car, and opened the door. The smell hit his notrils, and immediately he ran to the side of the road and retched up his lunch and breakfast. When he was done and turned around to Blaine, he asked,

"What the hell?"

Blaine merely shrugged and smiled. "You get used to it eventually." He took Kurt's hand and led him closer to the house. Kurt shrugged out of Blaine's grip.

"I don't understand. What is that? Do you realize that cloud of smoke will lead them right to you?" Kurt said, he was furious and scared. Something was wrong with Blaine, even though his eyes were still black, at least before there was a shine, now, they were soulless and empty. Blaine started to laugh.

"Those are the people that would try to get me. They came for me Kurt, they tried to kill me. But I stopped every single one of them, and I'm giving them what they deserve. Nothing can stop me. I took down all of those guys, I'm more powerful than anything they throw at me." Blaine kept grinning. He grabbed Kurt's arm again, tighter so he couldn't leave his grip this time. Kurt still struggled.

"Blaine, what is wrong with you?"

"Don't you understand? Nothing can hurt me, hurt us. I don't have to run anymore, because, oh god, Kurt, this power. This power will allow me to do anything I wanted. We can do anything. We don't have to be scared anymore. There were 30 guys at least that came and tried to get me, and I stopped every single one. I am invincible. I refuse to hide out any longer." Blaine ranted. He was laughing still, but there was no joy. Kurt could see the anger in his eyes, and he knew this was not his Blaine anymore. His Blaine would never hurt anybody. There was one time where there was a spider in his room, and Kurt hates spiders. He was ready to stomp it, when Blaine grabbed a cup and piece of paper to trap it, and he released it outside. "There you go little guy," he remembers Blaine saying and then giving his warm half-smile that Kurt absolutely adores. But that Blaine was not here. He struggled to escape.

"Blaine, I just remembered, that, uh, my dad and I had plans and I need to go home. I'll come back and see you later." Kurt quickly said, trying to make a believable excuse. Blaine quickly spun around and pinned Kurt to the side of the house.

"You're lying." Blaine began to yell. "You never lie to me!"

"Blaine, you're scaring me. Please let me go, I have to go home." Kurt's voice was small, he was scared, no terrified, and Blaine could see it.

"Why are you scared, you have no reason to be. With me you will be safe, you have to stay." Loosening his grip, Blaine tried to soften his eyes. But he couldn't. His anger took over him. "I love you Kurt. You know that." That had to convince him to stay. It had to.

"Yes, Blaine I know. Please let me go, I have to leave," Kurt now put everything he had into escaping Blaine's grip. At this, Blaine flared up. "What are you doing? Ow! Blaine, you're hurting me." Kurt felt his arm burning, and he collapsed to the ground and almost blacked out due to the immense pain. When he finally let go, Blaine walked away fuming, and tears streamed down Kurt's face and he cradled his arm. "Blaine, please." He barely could get any words out. When he tried to stand up, he just fell back to the ground.

Blaine began to yell. "No! You of all people I thought would have understood me. How can you not get it? All those people who have hurt us, who have made our lives miserable, they can get what they have coming to them. We can do whatever we want without having to worry." Kurt began to focus all the energy he had, the little he had left, and tried to crawl towards his car, where he left his phone. All of a sudden, he could feel Blaine grab his shirt, and he was thrown against the side of the house, onto a broken piece of wood, and the last thing he heard was Blaine growling, "Why aren't you listening?" He continued to pace back and forth and yell at Kurt before he realized what happened. "I should have known this would happen. You never listen to me! I've always been so supportive of you, yet when I need someone to lean on, you shove everything back in my face!" He finally looked over at Kurt. "Kurt?" The bright, glazed over eyes stayed in a state of shock, unmoving. Blaine's voice grew small, "Kurt?" He moved closer to the body, not believing what had happened. Then the realization kicked in. "KURT!" Blaine let out a bloodcurdling scream and fell to his knees. "Look at what you made me do! This wouldn't have happened if you just listened to me!"

If he thought that his power was limitless before, then nothing could compare to what happened next. With all the pure agony, bitterness, grief, and the most anger he had ever felt, Blaine exploded in flames. Nothing within a close distance was safe. Anything nearby was set on fire, but Blaine didn't care, everything he did care about was gone. All the energy left Blaine's body, and soon he collapsed because he was too weak.

He woke up.

Or at least, he thought he did.

It was black, everything was black.

He sensed something nearby, movement.

"Take me, please," was all he managed to get out before they inserted the familiar needle into his arm.

We have failed.

We know. It will take a long time before history forgets your mistake.

Yes, sir. May we make an inquiry?

Yes.

Will we ever get another chance?

If the world survives long enough, perhaps. Right now, the world has a long way to go before it can accept help.

Blaine was being led somewhere. Everything was dark, so dark. He could hear a door open, and then there was some color, which quickly changed from happy to confusion, content to sad. He could smell something sweet, a familiar smell, flowers, he remembers, nature. He saw one, the brightest mixture of sadness and disappointment he's ever seen, and it got close, very close. "Oh, Blaine. The disease overtook him, didn't it?" The voice questioned, he could he the tears in the voice. It was light, melodic, warm, familiar. A voice that was close and dear to him once, a woman's voice. Lizzie, he remembered. Blaine tried to life his head up to look at the voice, but he just heard sobs instead as he was led further on. A door opened, he remembers being told about the door, wondering what is behind it. He was warned, he should never want to go in there. However, now, a warm, bright light was emitting from the entrance, and he wanted to go in. "It doesn't seem so bad," he thought and walked in.

When hope is lost and nothing seems to be going right, people say to look for the light at the end of the tunnel. They say it to give hope, that life doesn't seem so dark. Sometimes, there is no light, sometimes, there is just a dead end.

Author's Notes: So, so, so, so, sorry this took so long. I should never do a chapter fic again x_x. Or at least finish it before I post it. I also apologize about the depressing ending, but I had it planned out, so making it have a happy type ending would change the entire story. This last part does sorta suck, so I'm sorry about that too, but it's my fault since it took so long. But thanks for reading though! 3