Fate of Darkworld
I woke up. Or… I don't think I did. I think I'm in a dream. The last thing I remember was beating Grapha.
"You did not beat me Avian and you know it." A voice said. Who was that? Oh, I know who it was.
"How are you in my mind, Grapha!?" I yelled.
"I fused with your soul to recreate Darkworld in your body. You've been in a coma for 2 days. Little Burstinatrix has been waiting for you to wake up. You beat me right here and now, you wake up in your body. If I win, I wake up in yours.
"Go to hell," I said and punched him. He stepped back.
"May be once I win, I'll hurt little Burstinatrix first," He said smirking. He blasted me a mile out. Hang on. This is MY dream, meaning I make up the rules. Grapha's smirking stopped when he saw a thousand Avians going right at him.
"Attack!" I yelled. The Avians smashed into Grapha, killing him. At that moment I woke up.
It's morning. Or at least I think it is. Burst is sleeping at my bed side. I touch her hair.
"Ahh!" I grunt trying to get up. It woke Burst.
"Parker," She said drowsily. "Parker!"
She hugged me.
"Hey watch out! Still healing!" I laughed. "Good to see you Burst." We found each other in an awkward moment. We decided to just kiss.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Great NOW,"
In the end, everything worked out. We formed a team, we destroyed Darkworld, and I've actually got a relationship with Burst. But I know that it's just going to be a matter of time before another villain maniac starts destroying the world. Avain… out.