So ends this final chapter of this story. Do not fret, Zack shall return and will be joined by other Avatars. The real question is this. Are you ready for some badassery when that happens? Here we GO!

The white light faded and Zack slowly got his sight back. He was in some clearing with trees on either side of him. The grass was uncut and reached above him. He sat up and held his aching head and looked around in confusion. Sitting down he could see above the grass but it still failed to give him any answers as to where he was.

He slowly got to his feet and looked around to see nothing. He heard a groan and turned to see Kalahart getting up behind him. The angry man was just as confused but still glared at Zack in anger.

"Why aren't we dead?! This was supposed to kill us!? You son of a bitch!" The man started to walk forward when they both froze at the sound of a loud howl. It sounded similar to that of a wolf but much louder and more feral with hints of malice. Zack slowly reached for his machete just in case but froze when he heard rustling from the tree line to his right.

Kalahart heard it as well and turned towards it. The bushes rustled and then seemed to explode and a large black wolf came sprinting at them. It had a white mask and was almost as tall as Zack was just on all fours. Zack drew his machete and stepped in front of Kalahart. He may have hated the man but wasn't going to let this creature tear him apart. When it jumped at Zack and moved to the side and in one swift motion sliced the head off.

He was surprised when no blood came out, but rather was almost like rose petals. He watched as the beast disintegrated into more petals and then blew away. He was brought back to attention when he heard Kalahart shout in pain. He turned around to see three more of the wolves ripping the Militia leader into big meaty chunks.

Zack ran forward and slashed one straight up the middle, causing it to split and have each half fall to the side. The other two dropped the now dead Kalahart and circled Zack, one to the left and one to the right. Most people would have been terrified but Zack was calm. These creatures looked strong but so far he had killed two of them in just one swing each.

The left one charged and Zack made a pool of blood under it so it face planted. Zack turned and ducked under the swipe of the other one. He knew wolves, no matter what kind these were, hunted with tactics and in a team. He stabbed up and into the beasts head, causing the point of the machete to come clean out the top.

He pulled down and out and turned to see the final wolf getting up and prepping to charge him. He was about to attack when a loud bang echoed out and the head of the wolf exploded. Like the others it fell to the ground and dissolved to nothing but petals. Zack watched but then remembered the shot and snapped his machete up. Another shot and his machete was on the ground and he was holding his right hand.

He wasn't shot but the sudden motion certainly hurt his hand. He looked up and saw four people looking at him closely. One in red with black, red tipped hair, and a hood. One in white with an offset pony-tail. The third had black hair with a bow that made Zack think of a cat. The final one was blonde and had a very showing outfit that confused him greatly. Each one had their respective weapon out. Red with a scythe, white a rapier, black a sword of sorts that Zack had never seen before. Yellow had some sort of gauntlet that seemed to have shotgun shells around it.

Zack got ready for something, anything to happen. Red spoke first.

"Who are you?" Zack didn't trust her seeing as she was probably the one who shot his machete out of his hand.

"I could ask you the same." She seemed awfully young but Zack didn't want to take any chances. He had heard of children being enlisted into terrorist programs young, and while he doubted she was a terrorist building bombs in her basement, he didn't doubt that she could be very dangerous.

"I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose, and this is my team. You're like him aren't you?" He shot up a little at the mention of someone who was like him.

"Who?" He narrowed his blood red eyes at her and then heard a voice behind him that caused the hairs on his neck to stand up straight.

"Me." He turned quickly and saw someone who had strange clothing and a piece of cloth over his face that hid his features and a hat that helped. All he could see was the person's brown eyes staring at him closely, studying him.

"Who are you?" Zack was more confused then he had ever been before, even more so then when he first discovered his powers. He was also scared, and he wasn't afraid to admit it.

"All will be explained. I promise, just come with us please." Zack was now putting up his defensive walls. First these people shot at him and now they wanted him to come with them? He wasn't going to take this chance.

"Why should I?" He took a small step back from the man and got a slightly better look at him. His hat was wide and the right side was bent back towards the middle in a fashion that reminded him of the pilgrims in a way.

There was a howl that caused Zack to flinch slightly and this didn't go unnoticed by the man. He pointed to where the howls came and chuckled.

"Because I'm sure you don't want to meet the rest of the pack of Beowolves you killed." Zack thought about it for a few seconds and decided he had no choice. He didn't want to end up like Kalahart. He picked up his machete and sheathed it while nodding to the man.

"Let's go." The group began their trek and Zack was silent the whole time. They reached another clearing to find a large vehicle that reminded Zack of a helicopter. This was strange though, but Zack didn't argue. They got close and all turned back when they heard a loud roar.

Zack saw a large bear like creature with huge white spikes on it's back at the end of the clearing. It wasn't approaching but was glaring at them with its dark red eyes. The man lightly pushed Zack towards the vehicle and kept his eye on the creature.

"On the Bullhead." Zack did as he was told and watched everyone pile on. When they were on the door closed and they lifted off. Zack had never flown before but didn't care at the moment. He looked at everyone and snapped.

"Ok, where the hell am I!?" They all exchanged glances before the man in the hat pulled his mask down. He had a simple face that had a strange, almost animal like look to it. He pulled his hat off to reveal his short, brown hair and he smiled slightly.

"Remnant."

There you have it. Keep an eye out for my story, The Avatars for when Zack comes back to kick some ass. If you don't know the premise for it (I think I already explained it) basically, every universe imaginable exists. So a bunch of people from these universes are crossing over and Zack just so happens to be one of them. He is in the first tier of Avatars to appear and will be joining four other. Three of which are world jumpers like him. All will be explained when the other stories, No Fear and Kell of Blackmarsh are complete. So buckle the fuck up everyone. It's gonna be a bumpy and epic ride.

Bee moved her hand away and saw nothing was there. The machine that Zack had climbed into was gone, and so was he and Kalahart.

"No." She fell to her knees and felt tears coming to her eyes. She started to sob quietly but heard a voice.

"Do not fear. Zack lives... He is an Avatar, and you shall help him. Will you accept this and offer to help him one day, despite the fact that you will probably die?" The voice was straight to the point and Bee was shocked. She still had a lot of questions but knew they weren't just going to be answered if she asked them.

"Very well."

"You are now a part of something very big, Bee. Go home and I will contact you when the time is right." That was all the voice said, and all she needed to hear. The hard part would be explaining to everyone what happened to Zack and what was going to happen. The question was when would it happen. Bee didn't dwell on it and just stood to leave.

"I'm going to find you someday, Zack. Stay safe."