AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I am SO sorry this has taken so long to be updated. I'm in an upcoming play and I have been practicing my lines! Not only that but I have the same bullshit excuse as everyone else, school.

The play is in 5 days and we just had a big overnight painting session last night, I only stayed until 9 but we usually stay at the school and work on the play until 1 or 2am. No joke. It's a lot of fun though.

I'm singing, so the writing might not make any sense and I'm under a lot of pressure. Basically, this chapter is going to suck but, hey, it's ok because this is the final chapter. This starts out kinda dark but it gets a little more happier.

There is going to be a fight scene in this chapter so this chapter is going to be much longer than the other ones, I still hope you enjoy it, I'm honestly not used to writing fight scenes but I've done them before so I hope I get this right.

***WARNINGS: Language, Blood, Suicide, Violence

Chapter 8

All three men sat and stared at each other for what seemed like forever until Sam smiled that smug smile of his. "I'm telling dad!" and bolted down the hallway towards the stairs.

Alan felt a weight on his chest, the feeling of fear. Quickly pulling his pants up he ran after his older brother. "Samual!"

Eric was quick to his feet, images of what could possibly happen ran through his mind. He ran after Alan, before coming to an immediate stop at the top of the stairs. His feet slid a little but he was able to catch himself before he made a face plant down the stairs and hid behind the corner, after his eye saw the scene below the stairs.

Alan and Sam stood beside each other, the woman Alan was with earlier was laying dead at their feet, a bullet wound through her head and her brains blown out on the floor and some on the bottom part of the back of the front door. Her face was covered by her long brown hair that seemed to fall right over her eyes and lips.

The woman was their mother.

Alan, obviously experiencing a mix of emotion, not sure what he should feel looked over at Sam who was staring at the woman, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped.

"I…" the blonde shook his head and looked at the smaller brunette. "This is your fault you little fag!"

Alan looked at Sam with an 'are you fucking kidding me' jester before yelling back "How is this my fault!? I was upstairs with my friend-"

"Fucking!"

"We were not! You are-" he looked at the ceiling then the walls as he threw his hands up in frustration, he was stuttering, trying to think of the right word to call his idiot of a brother while also on the verge of tears. There were so many things he wanted to call Sam, so many things to tell Sam exactly what he was. Everything was happening so fast.

Alan grabbed his head and he screamed.

Sam covered his ears, the screaming was so loud Alan almost didn't hear himself and felt his ear drum being pierced. Everything was coming out, it had been bottled inside of him for so long and it was finally coming out.

Talking never helped anything, breaking things wasn't a healthy way of letting go, harming yourself or others, none of it helped. Screaming released all the pain and hate that had been 'hidden' inside of Alan.

Alan didn't' know exactly how long he had screamed and he really didn't care. When he finally stopped screaming, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards him and Sam from the kitchen. Eric was about to act when Sam grabbed Alan's arm and put Alan behind him as if hiding him from what was to come.

"Way to go, loose ass." Sam mumbled.

The heavy steps got louder and louder until they stopped and in the doorway of the kitchen was the teens' father, Luther. In his hand he held a gun, the one he used to shoot Jaclyn. The gun hung at his side, his finger on the trigger as he stared at the two teenagers, his blonde bangs hanging in his face, dripping with sweat. He was heated and it took no time before both teens could tell their lives were in danger.

When Eric heard the footsteps, he didn't know what to expect. He didn't know if someone had broken into the house and killed Jaclyn or if Jaclyn killed herself out in spite of herself. When he saw Luther with that gun in his hands and his hair hiding the eyes of a murderer, he felt that protectiveness he had always felt with Alan. He swept his scythe out and made a dash half way down the stairs then jumped to the bottom. He ran towards the two teens and jumped out in front of them with his scythe in hand, ready for battle.

Luther shot his gun, a loud bang filling the house. The reaper flung his scythe in front of him, using it as a shield for his body, but the bullet went right through Eric as if he was a ghost and a loud cry of pain erupted from behind the Scotsman. He turned around to see Sam standing there with a bullet in his chest, blood already going all the way down his shirt as he fell to his knees, placing his hand over the wound while Alan let out yet another scream and stepped back away from his brother, not knowing what to do.

Sam fell forward, not a word was said as he fell face down onto the floor and grew limp.

Alan's scream was interrupted by Luther's yell.

"Shut up boy! 'For I put a bullet through your brain just like your mother!"

"Just do it already!" The brunette yelled. "This world is so full of so many horrible things! There isn't anything worth living for! I was born alone in this world and I won't ever find someone who shares the same pain!"

"No Alan!" Eric yelled but for some reason, Alan acted as if his didn't hear Eric nor did he seem to notice that Eric was literally standing right in front of him. He seemed to just look right through him and Eric didn't understand until there was another gunshot and Alan dove for the ground, right through Eric and fell on his stomach.

Alan placed his hands on his head to block it in case a bullet would fly towards his head, it would be protected.

Eric now knew what was happening, the vile was wearing off and he was slowly fading away. He could no longer interact with Alan or anyone else from this time. He didn't have much more before he completely disappeared; Eric had to make it count. He hoped more than anything he wouldn't have to see Alan suffer anymore, he hoped something good will happen and that there would be a happy ending.

Luther aimed the gun right for Alan's head and shot just as Alan rolled out of the way and onto his feet, he ran a few steps, avoiding the bullets which were flying right past him, stopping just in time for a bullet to fly inches away from his face, he let out a terrified yell. Snapping his head to stare directly at his father, he had the look of pure fear in his eyes as he bit down on his bottom lip hard. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his leg.

Alan looked down to see a circular wound in his shin where blood gushed out quickly with no pauses. He let out a sharp cry of pain as his leg gave out and he collapsed on the floor while Luther approached him, gun in hand and all.

At this point, Eric really was nothing but a ghost, his body had grown quite cold and he saw right through his hands. It was time to go. But was this it? Was there nothing more to see? Was Alan just an innocent young man that everyone looked at and saw? Was there really no sin to him? Had he seen all of Alan's secrets?

No.

As the gun was loaded to the last bullet and was held up to the small man's head, Alan decided he wasn't going to die, not like this. He was going to stand up for himself before he died, even if he didn't make it, he was going to try.

"You always were a complete waste of space." Luther said lowly, taking the safety off just as Alan was able to spin on his hip, swing his good leg upwards and kick the pistol out of the man's hands.

The gun flew straight up out of Luther's hands, who yelled out in anger and slight pain. The small brunette jumped up using his one leg to catch the gun, then came back down on both legs, causing his small frame to fall to the ground once more.

The angry adult raised his fist and brought it down to Alan's face as he rolled out of the way, dropping the gun in his attempt to get away. "Oh no!" His father dove for the gun, he kicked the adult as hard as he could, which really wasn't hard at all, and screamed "Leave me alone!" he punched Luther's chest until the adult decided enough was enough. He grabbed Alan by the throat and threw him into the living room right into the television head first.

The teen turned his body so his back was the one that crashed into the television, making sure to cover his face with his hands as the impact came within his back, falling on the rug on his side he winced in pain then looked up the be eye to eye with his father and the pistol. One of which looked completely pissed off, dangerously unstable with the amount of anger shown in his facial features. His teeth were grit, his eyes were red with rage and his breathing was picked up and at that moment Alan swore he was looking death right in the face.

He looked around for something, anything he could use to defend himself with. Even if it was just a wooden spoon, he was in desperate need for something to defend himself with or Alan was surely going to die right then and there. He only had a few seconds, the same amount of time Eric had who was watching the scene with the feeling of hopelessness in which he could do nothing to save his beloved flower.

Alan grabbed the nearest item his hand could find, a martial arts sword which was displayed on the living room wall. He did a summersault right as Luther swung the gun in attempt to slam it directly in Alan's temple. Right when Luther was about to run towards Alan, Alan charged with the sword in hand.

"You will not-!" before Alan could finish his sentence, he swung the sword with all his strength to Luther's waist and in a swift motion, the sword sliced right through the adult male, the sword getting stuck in the man's spinal bone.

Alan's eyes changed from anger and hate to scared and utterly shocked with the act he had just done.

Eric felt his own eyes widened at the act. "Alan!"

This was Alan's sin. As the body fell with a loud thump, Alan's own legs gave out for the last time as he stared in horror at what he had just done to his father. Not just his father but he was sure he was also the cause of both his sibling's deaths and even the death of his beloved mother.

His sin was murder.

Eric watched in pain as he saw his lover lie there on the floor, holding his chest and tears flowing down his beloved's cheeks. Soft sobs turned into screams of agony and cries of utter regret and so many other emotions.

"Kill me. Just hurry up and kill me!" he screamed. "I want to die! I want to die damn it!" his screams turned into bloody murder right as Eric's vision turned black.

Eric found himself standing in black nothingness. Looking around he found himself face to face with a an old white door, the same door that was the front door of Alan's house. Turning the knob and going inside, Eric stepped into the house which he was just in before nothing surrounded him. Only, this time it was different.

There was police tape surrounding the red stains on the floor where his deceased mother used to lay. More police tape around the gun of Luther's and the sword in which was used to kill the adult male. The white walls were splattered with blood which had been dried to a brown color over time. Eric wondered how long it has been since the incident occurred.

His head snapped and looked at the stairs, seeing the stairs all had dents in them from many people running up and down the stairs, Eric guessed it was the police.

There were blue medic gloves on the floor, white masks doctor's would often wear to prevent the spread of germs, plastic baggies, a pair of tweezers. It seemed as if they were in a hurry for something. Eric looked behind him and saw the door was a different color. It was an old Oak door with a hole where the door knob would have been. He pushed the door open, and stepped through it.

On the other side of the door, was a large room with wooden floors and white walls. The room consisted of two beds with the heads pushed up against the same wall, a window in between the two beds, making plenty of sun shine through the room, the white walls making it even brighter. The room was clean, a few clothes tossed here and there but other than that it was nice and clean with a desk against one of the walls with a nice little lamp set on it and an old CPU computer with a notice on the screen saying a certain website was blocked.

The room was very bright, having no curtains or blinds, there was nothing keeping the sun from filling the whole room with it's bright light. Eric scanned the complete room and found another window with a familiar brunette sitting on it's sill, looking out into the court yard where smaller kids played and adolescents around his age talked and laughed. But what was he doing in here and all alone?

It was an orphanage; Eric saw plainly knowing exactly what it was right off the bat. Alan was probably sent here right after he got back from questioning and since no one in his family was currently alive, he was sent to an orphanage and by the looks of some of the adolescents who had marks from piercings and half covered up tattoos, it was an orphanage for those with behavior problems.

A place Alan did not belong.

Before Eric got a chance to at least approach Alan, a child, probably about the age of 14, entered the room, stepping right through Eric. The young teen had a scar going down the center of his face, ripped up jeans and a red sweatshirt to cover up even more scars was obvious fight. "Hey Alan." He spoke. Alan turned his head to look at the younger one. "Tell Miss. Fraty I'm going to the convenience store. I've been good so I can go across the street and buy something with my allowance."

Alan said nothing, but nodded once in agreement and turned his head to look back out the window. The 14 year old's eyes glanced at the computer screen. "Were you trying to find some porn?"

The older male looked at the younger, his face showed disgust, "Of course not. I am not the man who would shame myself by watching something so putrid which also happens to shame women so disgracefully."

"Riiight. See ya later." The younger said before leaving the room.

Alan turned his head to look back out the window.

"Take away this pain
That I have created
Because I'm broken and fadedBecause I'm living in my own world
No one cares if I stay or go
Away from
Here in my own world
I don't have much to show
One thing I knowLonely
Has always been friends with me
And I don't know if I could give you what you need and
Lonely
Has always had time for me."

Eric's vision flashed white then flashed back to the very same room only it was different. Alan was not in the window sill, there were no children playing outside in the court yard, instead there were ambulances and police cars pulling into the long driveway. Alan's scent still lingered in the room along with the familiar smell to any reaper.

The smell of death.

Eric immediately felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, something told him to turn around but the most part of him wanted to keep facing out the window. A sense of true terror filled Eric and it took all he had to turn around and face his very worst nightmare.

There was Alan, his love, his rose, his flower, Eric's world, hanging by a noose at the foot of one of the beds.

Eric thought he might collapse as his eyes widened, his palms became sweaty and trembled, his legs were becoming weak. He couldn't quite describe the feeling but it was the absolute worst feeling he has ever felt.

"Alan!" he screamed Alan's name as loud as he could. Repeating the name once more only louder as he slammed his fists into the wall, his mind spinning. "He killed himself, fucking hell! He killed himself! The kid's hangin' right in front of me!"

Eric could not stand to look at the sight, he had to turn away, there was no way he could stand to look at what has happened without feeling the need to cry and Eric Slingby out of everyman believed in the lie that crying was for the weak but he couldn't help but put his hand over his mouth and biting down hard in attempt to keep his emotions under control.

Right when he thought he was going to lose his mind, he heard movement. Eric turned his head and was surprised who he found standing there with a scythe in hand and the 'To Die' book in the other.

It was none other than the leader of the Shinigami Dispatch Society, William T. Spears.

"'Ey…it's the bossman." Eric thought, the feeling of angst growing as he stared at William.

The elder reaper fixed his glasses with his scythe, eyeing the 'To Die' book with all seriousness. "Alan N. Humpries. You were abused by your father when you showed signs of feminine behaviors at a young age. Tormented by society, you lived a sad, lonely and confusing life until you decided to take your own life on this date of October 22nd, exactly 2 months before your 17th birthday on December 22nd. With your spirit full of anger, hate and sorrow, you beared the loss of your older sister, Alice L. Humpries and mother whose full name is Jacqeline P. Humpries. You witnessed your brother Samual K. Humpries', death and even took the life of your father, Luther R. Humpries."

"Lil' OCD, boss?" Eric thought, noticing just how organized William really was, especially with names and dates.

"Except for your uncontrollable emotions," William continued; "you have every quality needed that of a successful reaper." He fixed his glasses once more before closing the book and making it disappear. "Perhaps you may be of some use."

William's eyes glowed, he lifted Alan's chin up and opened the smaller's eyelids with his index finger and his thumb then used his scythe to cut Alan down.

Alan gasped for air, getting on his knees and holding his chest, he took long deep gasps of air as he struggled to catch his breath.

William fixed his glasses and spoke. "Alan Humphries."

Alan took one more gasp of air and lifted his eyes which were no longer brown but a bright shade of green and looked up at William, feeling intimidated by the glare in the well dressed man's eyes. "Wh-Who are you?" he asked quietly then added a little louder; "What did you do to me?"

"William T. Spears." Replied the elder reaper. "I happen to be the leader of he Shinigami Dispatch Association."

"Sh-Shinigami Dispatch…" Alan gasped once more "You are the Grim Reaper?"

William glared hard eyes on the younger male that would have any child crying "Honestly. Humans find great joy in making fun of us reapers."

"Oh!" Alan jumped to his feet "No no! I really didn't mean any offense at all Wi-!"

"You will address me as Mr. Spears from now on." The elder fixed his glasses with his scythe, Alan couldn't help but recognize it as an old gardening tool.

"Mr. Spears…" Alan corrected himself.

"Come now, we have much work to do."

"Mr. Spears." William, with his back now facing Alan, looked over his shoulder at the weaker one. "Are you giving me a new chance?"

"That is entirely up to you Mr. Humphries. Only you can decide what to do with your life and the person you will come out to be, if you choose to start over and make something of yourself you do not need permission to rise above others. Now come, there is much work to be done."

Without having the chance to question, William drew a circle with his scythe and both males faded before disappearing without a trace and Eric found himself disappearing along with them.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Super long chapter! I hope this is alright!

I know I said this will be the last chapter but I did not expect it to be this long so I need to squeeze an extra chapter in here, the next chapter will be the last one.

Also, has everybody seen the third musical yet? "The most Beautiful DEATH in the World: Revival"? I just watched it two nights ago and I was not pleased with it. I was in a live chat and everyone was disappointed. I really want to know what Yana thought of it.

Song used in this: "Lonely" by Drake Bell.