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"Let me help you fight her!" Penny pleaded.

"NO!" Eric countered "I need you to check if anyone else is still alive."

"But I-" She was cut off with a look of dejection.

"Please Penny… I can't lose you as well." He attempted to convince her as he turned to the two giant steel doors ahead of him. Placing a hand on one door, he quickly turned his head back to her. "I love you Penny, with all my heart, but if you died now, I don't know what I'd do. We've come so far together, so please Penny, I beg you. Don't follow me into this room."

A fountain of tears rolled down the synthetics face.

"Please don't leave!" She cried, mopping up the tears with her sleeve.

"I promise you I'll come back for you." And with that, he pushed the door open, leaving Penny on her knees, tears casually strolling down her face. Eric's face continually reshaped itself between pain, melancholy and anguish as the synthetics cries slowly died down to whispers, before being completely silenced by the thick doors between them.

Just the brief glimpse he caught of the room instantly assured him he was in the correct room. Burning pillars of fire held up the ceiling, doubling as the lighting for the ever-expanding room, just vaguely illuminating the large throne at the back of the room. On it sat a small, vaguely illuminated person, Eric just barely making out her figure.

"Cinder!" He roared, marching quickly towards the throne. "This is it Cinder! Just me and -"

Eric was cut off by an explosion of pain across his face as dust scattered across it, choking his already overtaxed lungs and his vision. Another round fired off into his chest before he could react, flinging him onto his back and making short work of his aura. His back seared in pain as Torchwicks cane flew into, pushing part of his spine into an awkward position.

"Bring him here." Cinder demanded in her signature cool and collected voice. "You've been a bit of a naughty boy, haven't you?" He merely looked away from her, before Torchwick grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to face her.

" My oh my, what to do with you?"

Eric's eyes lit up for what he thought to be the last time.

"Hey boss! Looky what I found outside the door!" Someone shouted from behind.

"What is it Mercury? I have no time for your games." She replied.

"Is that who I think it is?" Torchwick asked, although it sounded more a rhetorical question, as he knew perfectly well who it was.

"Of course it is." Cinder stated. "Swapsies!" She shouted at Mercury, kicking Eric back down the stairs and pulling the unknown member up the stairs. Mercury grabbed Eric by his hair, pulling his head up so that he could see clearly what was happening. Cinder stood behind Penny, a look of boundless happiness and excitement on her face, while on Penny's, the complete opposite.

"You two are married now, aren't you?" She looked quickly at Roman for confirmation, who nodded sternly in agreement. "Congratulations. It's a shame about the child though. I never really liked kids."

She brought a finger to Penny's chin, before allowing it to slowly traverse down her body until it reached her hip.

"You keep your dirty hands off her, you vile piece of sh-" Eric was cut off again by a boot first slamming into the side of his face, then his ribs, breaking two of them. Cinder pulled a knife from behind her, pulling her up by her hair. She drew circles on Penny's chest with the knife, creating small tears in her trademark dress.

"Penny!" Eric cried, grabbing everyone's attention, save Cinder, who was enjoying herself too much. "Penny, just look at me! Ignore what she's doing, okay? I promise you, we will get out of this! I promised you before, and I promise you now, we will stop this, Okay?" Penny nodded with a reassuring smile, knowing what would happen next. Tears rolled down the pairs cheeks, forming small puddles on the floor. With that, Cinder brought the knife to Penny's throat, creating a small but deep line across it, spilling droplets of blood across the floor. Cinder threw Penny off the side of the throne and walked down the steps, dropping the knife when she reached the bottom.

She walked towards a corner of the room, Mercury joining her, and lastly, Roman walked behind them. Eric quickly rushed towards the dying synthetic, putting pressure on the wound as to attempt to stop the inevitable. With saying a word, Penny rose her hand, layed it on Eric's cheek, the closed her eyes for the last time. For what felt like hours, Eric just sat next to Penny, holding her hand against his cheek as his body mustered up the last few tears it could.

Turning his head towards a strange noise in the corner of the room, he noticed the knife still lying at the bottom of the stairs. Slowly, he crawled towards it, then picked himself up, wondering which one he should attempt to kill. His mind quickly rushed towards the prospect of killing Cinder, honoring his fallen love. After quickly thinking it through, he sprinted towards the trio as they entered some form of portal. he rushed after them. Everything around him warped, but they were no where in sight, not a single one of them. He looked around as his surroundings were sucked into some form of vortex beneath him. The disappearing surroundings were replaced with vaguely familiar ones. Many young people were in front of him, walking into this giant of a building that had been placed in front of him.

"My god!" Eric whispered. "No freaking way….This….This is Bea-"

"Hey you! Yeah you! Get off the freaking helipad! Well?! What are you freaking-" The attendant stopped mid sentence when he saw the mess Eric was in. He looked him up and down before giving him a scared look and running towards the main gates of the academy. Eric looked himself up and down, realising just how much of a serial killer he looked. His undershirt and jacket were soaked in blood, and all his clothing was covered in soot. His armour, originally emerald green was now a lot darker, more resembling the colour of moss, lightly shaded by blood. His black trench coat, once famous for it's intricate purple design, had now faded to a grey and dirty purple. His hands were caked in drying blood, cracking as he flexed his hands, and in his left he held the decorated knife he'd picked up, which was also covered in the blood of his loved one. He looked around at the panicking students and other attendants as armed men practically flew out of the main doors of Beacon, weapons brandished towards him.

"Drop your weapon and stand down immediately!"