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Not as much reviews this time, oh well, got one new reveiwer to.

theredone1223: More like 13 years ago, the person who took him away most have kept him alive.

exewon: Sure, here it is.

Faermage-KH Junkie: Hmm, I wonder who I will bring in next...

Shimohi Inferno Tiger: I like one of those names, though I may want to see the game.

Northern-megas: Oh but he has, read Midnight Oblivion you may get your wish. But rushed, hmm, I wonder how I made it rushed.

The Conflicted Writer:He has a name!? Whoa... Didn't know that, though I may just keep with Albert.

I'd like to thank ladyamalphia for editing this chapter and geting it back in a great time.

Chapter 13: An angel pulls me out.

The plane ride to Kansas was awful, and not because of the service. It was just the thoughts that went through my head.

'How did he die?', 'Was he scared?', 'Why would someone do this to him?'

We were supposed to meet my family there. Some of them I hadn't seen in years… some I'd never seen in my entire life. But none of that mattered. We were getting together for one freaking reason: to see my brother one last time before he went six feet under.

I didn't want to face him myself. I didn't want to face the idea that I had been given these powers to save people, and I couldn't even save him.

We stepped out of the plane, it was wet and humid. It was no surprise, as this was around the time when the big storms always came.

I sighed and followed my parents into the airport. We sat down, looking out into the crowed.

"So, now what?" I asked quietly.

"We wait." My mom answered bluntly, looking to be about as deep in thought as I was.

"For what?" I asked. This time, my dad answered.

"Cousins from Ohio, we're going together."

"Oh." I said as I sunk my head low. I had never met these people, nor did I really want to.

A couple minutes later, a large family arrived; four brothers, and a sister, along with their parents. They talked for a few minutes, my Mom cried a bit. I just wanted to be left alone.

"Come along, Sonic," my Mom said, wiping her eyes.

I got up and walked with her to a car which would take us to the burial. As we stepped out of the airport, and the smell of fresh air hit me.

I hadn't smelled anything like that for a long time. It made me remember the first time I stepped foot in New York. I'd wanted to gag; the air was so different. Not bad, just different. But my cousins didn't seem to mind the change of air, and my parents were too depressed to care. Soon, a taxi pulled up, we got in, and off we went.

The church bells rang, the crows cawed, the leaves fell as I stood there, arms crossed, on the verge of tears.

The pastor read of parts of bible. I blocked out that; all I could do was stare at the lifeless body. He had grown more then I had remembered… his black hair reached down to his pale skinned ears. He was dressed in a black suit.

Then, people went up, saying their goodbyes.

It was my turn. The walk up felt like it took forever; people staring at me, crying…

I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted this moment to end. I finally reached the coffin. It only took a moment for me to stare at him and fall to the ground, sitting on my knees. I cried, and begged for his forgiveness.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. I should have been the one here, I should have saved you like you saved me, I'm supposed to be a hero."

A man was going to pull me away from the crowed, so everyone didn't go into tears, but one of my cousins stepped forward, pulling me away from everyone. We went and sat on a bench.

I had never got a good look at him before. He looked younger then me, probably 14. He had blond hair covering his left eye, and he had white skin. He looked like a close cousin, most likely my Moms brothers son, he had on a black jacket, a white button up shirt, and black jeans.

"Are you ok?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"No, no I'm not," I said, wiping my eyes, and watching them now carrying the casket over to the hole.

"I should have been the one to save him," I repeated, "I had the powers to. But I failed. I always fail!"

He closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry for your lost, but you need to calm down, it was not your fault. You weren't the one who left him, and whoever did this will face what he deserves."

"But… but I could have helped, if I wasn't so wrapped up in my own problems. I couldn't..." I trailed off, burying my head in my hands.

"Do you really think your brother would want you like this?" He asked with confidence. "Torn up like this? No. I think he'd like you over there, calm, and saying your farewells."

"You wouldn't understand." I replied, not looking at him.

"Maybe not, but a true hero wouldn't let himself get this upset, would he?"

My head shot up… How did he know?

"Wh- what do you mean?"

"A true hero, your brother was a true hero." He explained. "And now, that will live on inside you, right?"

I sighed, and thought for a moment.

"You're, you're right," I admitted, standing up. He stood as well, then smiled and we walked back up, watching as they lowered the coffin into the ground and buried it. People lowed there heads in respect, and then, after awhile, everyone turned to leave.

I stood there, looking at his grave, my cousin still with me. He turned to walk away, but not before adding:

"Don't let yourself get consumed with hatred, or you'll be no better then the one who did this."

Something about what he said made me turn to him on the way down the hill that led down to the parking lot.

"Wait! Who are you?" I asked. He turned and smiled.

"Mark Angelus Fri," he replied, as an pair of boys, one older, and one younger, started calling him from the car.

"Well, thanks…" I said, looking down.

"No worries, anytime you need to talk, just call." he said crossing his arms.

"Yeah, I will." I said, as his family called him one more time.

"Anyway, bye." He waved, and started running down. "Coming, Michael, Matt."

I wonder if he did know… and weird how both are older brother names are the same, I thought to myself as I turned back to the grave.

"He's right, Michael, I won't get consumed with anger. I'll be the hero everyone is waiting for, just watch."

I dropped a photograph in front of the grave and walked down the hill, leaving my anger, sadness, and revenge along with it.

Short chapter, I know, but this is the last depressing chapter I will make, can't say the next chapter will be any longer though, so expect it soon. And for the guest appearance for me and my bros, don't expect anymore it was like Stan Lee in one of his movies. Anyway review and comment, ideas are wanted flames are not.