"But now..." He pulled a gun out from behind him, holding it right against my forehead, the cool metal making me jump. "...he can't save you," he grinned further, showing off his fang-like teeth. Right now I'm facing death, and there's no way around it... I tightened my eyes shut, preparing myself for the impact of the bullet. I waited. Where is it? I opened my eyes to find my father with a shocked look on his face, a few paces back from where he was originally in, the gun that he was originally holding being forced upwards towards the bottom of his chin by I lightly tanned hand.

"Looks like this 'idiot' proved you wrong!" he yelled, anger flooding each word he spoke. He pushed the gun harder against his throat. The gun that was once held stable trembled a bit. I looked to see the cause. A hand. I hand was placed on it trying to shift its position. The hand belonging to him. I watched as the gun cocked to the right, where Natsu's head was.

"NATSU!" Then a gunshot. And he was dead. He was finally dead. The blond figure known as my father laid lifeless on the floor. Natsu dropped the gun, shocked, and glanced over at me. Why do I feel like I'm going to cry. I hate him. But he's still my dad.

"I'm sorry Lu-" I ran up to him, silencing him with a hug, tears dripping down my face.

"Thank you, I don't know what I would've done if he had hurt you," I gripped his shirt, not wanting to think about the possibility. Not wanting to let go.

"Sorry I was late," he tried to keep his voice happy.

"It's fine, I knew you'd come," I tried to convey a smile through my voice.

"Do you wanna go back to the dance?" he asked. I shook my head,

"I'm tired, let's go home," I said, lazily, a yawn soon following. I could almost feel his warm smile,

"That's not fair," he said playfully, "I carried you last time!" I giggled,

"Sooooo?" I asked.

"You make a very valid point," he chuckled, probably noticing how droopy my eyes were, "Let's go."

Well here I am. In my dream. Man, it's quiet without him. Want me to come back? His sinister voice asked.

"NOPE!" I yelled suddenly. My dream, it feels more peaceful. Maybe I can sleep finally.

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I wonder, how did he live. CRAP I JINXED IT! Suddenly an image of their death appeared in my mind. But this time I noticed my dad's eye was opened slightly. So he was alive?! I looked over at his head. No bullet wound. How did I not notice this? Then where is the blood coming from. I searched his body, finding an answer near his arm. There was the bullet wound that had blood seeping through it. Suddenly a voice pierced through my thoughts.

"Luce."

(A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, I just had to write this part as a separate chapter, but never fear, cuz for once I DON'T HAVE WRITERS BLOCK *cheers*, so I'll see you when the next chapter comes out, BOIIIII)