Oh man, you have no idea how mad I am at myself for not finishing this sooner. I've been lazy, and I literally have not written any thing for it at all. I had written some of the chapter, but my computer broke, and now...it kind of doesn't really exist any more. So, that happened.

Any way, I finally got it written, as you can tell.

I'm really sorry about not finishing it sooner! I know I made you guys wait a long time, and I'm really, really sorry.

But I hope you enjoy it!

~Faygo

When you were standing in the wake of devastation
When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown
And with the cataclysm raining down
Insides crying, "Save me now!"
You were there, impossibly alone

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failure's all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go. Let it go

Iridescent- Linkin Park

Chapter Seven

Final Chapter

Before he could even breathe, Emil was already on him, knife plunged into his stomach, both of the on ground. Pain erupted from his stomach, and his vision went blurry, and he felt Emil get off of him. There was the faint sound of someone screaming. He wasn't able to tell if it was himself, or Emil or Mathias. He guessed it was himself, but he still wasn't sure. There was a metallic taste in his mouth, which he soon realized was blood. Then everything went black, and he felt light-headed. He couldn't think, he couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. Soon though, he realized he was dying. That he was going to die. Like Arthur, like Vlad. Like Berwald and Peter. Like Gilbert and Lilli. He was going to die, right then and there, on his kitchen floor, covered in blood.

But there was so much screaming, and it was starting to hurt his head. He tried to cover his ears, but the attempt to move only sent waves of pain shooting through his entire body. He stilled, and let the darkness overwhelm him. It wasn't really so bad, he thought. The dying part, at least. The pain was a total bitch, but at least it would be over soon. Then there would be nothing. He would be nothing.

Then the screaming stopped, and he learned that it had been him screaming. But he never really doubted it.

And then, there was a blinding light, and he tried to block it away, but it made his whole body ache. The light hurt his eyes, and when he tried to squint, he found that his eyes were already closed. He wanted to get away from the light. He didn't like it. And soon, he found his feet and legs moving of their own accord, towards the light.

Screaming. He heard screaming. Someone was screaming his name. It hurt.

And then the light was gone, and all he could see was faces he didn't recognize. There were so many faces, that he soon lost count of how many. He tried to find Mathias in all the faces, but Mathias was nowhere to be found. Then someone pointed out he was awake, and soon they were all talking, and all he could hear was the jumble of their voices, mixing together. The noise soon became blurred, and turned into nothing, before his vision went black. Then, the noise and all the faces were back, and then they were gone again. They went and came, until everything went dark, and they never came back.

Soon, he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.

When he woke again, all he found was a blank, white surface. It was extremely disappointing. He had almost died, and the first thing he sees is a blank, white surface.

But he soon dismissed it, and tried to sit himself up, only to have pain shoot through his body, leaving him unable to move, leaving him only able to stare at the blank, white surface.

And then there were footsteps.

He wanted to speak, but when he tried his vision went blurry.

"Good morning Lukas."

He remembered that voice, but he didn't know from where.

"You've been in your second coma."

The doctor. It was the doctor. He knew him. It was his doctor from when he had...oh dear...

"Last time you ran away though. Don't worry, it won't be happening again."

He forced himself to sit up, no matter how much he wanted to scream.

"Don't work yourself too much, okay?" The doctor gave him a sympathetic look, but he didn't want sympathy. He wanted answers.

"What happened?" He croaked, his throat raw.

The doctor gave him a small, sad smile, and he felt his heart shatter.

"Everything is going to be okay." The doctor said, reaching over to pat him on the shoulder, but he slapped the mans hand away. The doctor sighed. "Erikur...is fine. A few cuts and bruises, but nothing too major. And Mathias..."

"He's dead, isn't he?" Lukas asked.

The doctor nodded. "I'm so sorry."

"I don't need your pity." Lukas said, his voice shaking.

"I know it's hard, but it gets-"

"I said-" Lukas said through gritted teeth, "=I don't need your pity."

The doctor didn't say any thing after that, only checking the machinery to see if it and Lukas was working properly. Then he left, leaving Lukas by himself.

Mathias was dead.

And Emil was fine.

Mathias was dead.

Dead.

Dead...

He sat there, the rest of the day, staring at the blank , white wall.

Night fell, and he continued to stare at the wall until one of the nurses came in and told him he needed to go to sleep. He sent her away, so he could stare at the wall.

He didn't know what to think, what to feel.

Everything hurt.

He wanted to cry, to scream, the throw things at the wall. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. He wouldn't allow himself to do that. No matter how much he wanted to.

He just needed to breathe, and keep on.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

And repeat...and repeat...and repeat. Then repeat again.

It hurt.

It hurt so bad.

But he needed to keep on breathing.

He didn't know how long he had been staring at the wall, but when he checked the clock, it read 3:36.

And then, there were footsteps.

They echoed from the hallway, and into his room.

He knew it wasn't a nurse.

He knew who it was.

He wanted to cry, to scream, to throw things against the wall. But he forced himself to sit in the bed, and stare at the wall as the footsteps approached. It wasn't worth it. It just wasn't worth it.

When the footsteps stopped, he knew who was standing in the doorway, staring in.

He forced himself to sit in the bed, and stare at the wall.

"Tick tock..."

Breathe in.

"Goes the clock..."

Breathe out.

"And all the years they fly..."

Breathe in.

"Tick tock..."

Breathe out.

"Goes the clock..."

Breathe in.

"Your love will surely die."

End

Aaaand that is the end of Little Boy Blue. Final chapter...hehe...

I've had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you guys enjoyed it.

I had a lot more fun writing this than Mommy Dearest. Mommy Dearest just made me want to sit down and take a moment.

This...well...I guess you could say I laughed more at the death scenes, because hey dead people.

Now to clarify, Mathias is dead, and Lukas is dead. They are both dead. Emil is not. Who even gives a fuck about what happens to Emil he's just screwed up everything fuck Emil. (Or...it could be another story...hmm...)

Any way, you guys have been great, and I've loved reading all of your reviews, and you guys are just really lovely and sweet and I just want to give you all hugs!

I've really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoyed the story!

~Faygo