Amongst trying to finish up assignments, wrapping up the plans for prom with the group and trying to find an antidote to counter the 'cure' that my boyfriend had ingested, I've barely gotten any rest in.

It didn't help my body's poor condition that I continuously woke up with several bruises littered on my skin after returning from the gathering with the Diamond siblings, starting at my ankles before newer ones began appearing further up my body. The voice in my head has been silent for a week now, almost making me miss him. It's weird not to have someone retorting or being a sarcastic little ass whenever I'm going through my daily life.

I curled up into myself, one arm clutching a pillow while the other hung loosely off the bed, my eyes closed from exhaustion. School had let us all out early, seeing as it's just a few days to the big event of the year and everyone was busy buzzing about what their wearing, who their dates are and what they plan to do throughout the night. No one was really focused in what the teachers were teaching- that is, if they even taught at all. Most of my lessons turned into a huge discussion revolving around prom and graduation, much to everyone's surprise. It was unexpected to hear the future plans of people you've been attending school with for once.

I excused myself from the gang once we left the compound and headed straight for home, knowing I could try napping since I had the house to myself since Mum was busy working and Katie had some extra classes until evening.

James accompanied me up to my doorstep, silently holding my hand throughout the journey, and gave me a chaste kiss before he turned and walked away, demanding that I went right to bed once I was inside because, according to him, I looked like a pup who just got his favourite squeaky bone confiscated for a week.

Sighing, I rolled onto my back and gave up trying to sleep. With thoughts going askew and joints aching, there was no way I could get my body to relax enough to welcome the darkness of slumber. I stared blankly at the ceiling, allowing the buzzing in my ears to travel south and bring comfortable heat to every sore inch of my body, as effective as a warm towel.

I've been doing this throughout the day ever since I found that it helped soothe the pain for a few hours at least, which lasted me until lunch hour before the tell-tale signs of overused muscles resurfaced.

Still, I don't understand why this is happening. It feels like I haven't gotten any rest for the past fifty years, I thought to myself, running through the things I had been doing that could be the source of my troubles. Nothing came up. This is worse than back when I was busy training for a hockey tournament.

The muscles and tendons in my body slackened as blue lights pushed its way out of the pores on my skin. Finally able to move without gritting my teeth and cringing, I carefully rolled off the bed and stood, stretching my arms and legs out with a groan. Just then, my stomach rumbled.

"Damn, I forgot I didn't get lunch," I muttered under my breath. As I made my way into the kitchen, rolling my shoulders to further loosen my muscles, I let my thoughts wander. The past few days have been nothing short of hectic. I looked down at my arms and sighed, gently caressing the hints of a bruise that was growing beneath my sleeve.

Lifting the edge of my t-shirt slightly, I touched the new bluish spots on my abdomen that appeared just this morning, wincing slightly at the small jolt of pain. I stood in the middle of the entrance of the kitchen, my eyes focused on the sliding doors that led to the backyard. Despite the fact that I could barely see my reflection, the other bruises I managed to somehow obtain was clearly mirrored back at me, each black and blue patch contrasting against my pale skin. A handful covered my sides, the color slightly faded as they healed.

'Don't worry about them. It's all about to come to an end.'

I froze at the demonic voice in my head; albeit, slightly from shock since I forgot he resided in the back of my mind. "What are you talking about, Electrike? And where have you been?"

Before I could get a reply, my leg began shaking, along with the distant buzzing of a phone. I patted my pockets and pulled out my phone, a little choked sound coming out of my throat when I saw James' name flashing on the screen. I'm supposed to be sleeping. Well, crap.

Mustering the sleepiest voice I could make, I answered the call. "Hi."

"I can tell you haven't slept a wink since I left," James' chirpy voice quipped, a slight undertone of disappointment evident even as he chuckled.

"Oh, really? How's that?" I leaned against the counter and folded my arms, smiling. "Am I that predictable?"

"That, and the fact that I've woken up next to you several times before. I know how your sleep-induced voice sounds like." I heard my boyfriend shuffling and the creak of his bed over the call. "Anyway, since I guessed right, do you want to go get something to eat? My treat. I know you didn't manage to get anything during break."

I hummed appreciatively. "Can we go to the café that Camille was raving about for the past few weeks?"

The brunette sighed dramatically and I could tell he was rolling his eyes with a playful smirk. "But it's so expensive and far and crowded," he whined. "But, I think I can be persuaded. You know, with the right offer."

"James, my body is not a form of reward no matter how many times we've done the deed," I deadpanned, nibbling on my bottom lip to stifle the laughter that threatened to escape my throat. Summoning the flirtiest, most teasing tone I could create, I continued, "But, please, baby? I'll make it worth your while, I promise. I mean, prom night's tomorrow and, you know…"

A choked moan came from the other line before my annoying lover cleared his throat. "What even- Fine! Get ready. I'll be there in ten," he said nasally.

I grinned. "Love you!"

"I'm holding onto that promise of yours, Ken." With that, James hung up the phone, just as I caught him muttering, "'My body isn't a reward' my ass."

Tossing my phone onto the kitchen counter, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up as I let my powers flow through my bones, hoping it would last long enough until I return from the impromptu date James had set up.

'Kendall, it might be a better idea to stay home.'

I looked up into the mirror in front of me, toothbrush hanging between my teeth precariously. Electrike? What's going on?

'It might not be safe, you nincompoop of a human. Listen to me.' A sense of panic washed over me and I watched in surprise as my features began changing in the mirror. With a soft thud, the toothbrush in my mouth fell onto the sink.

A hint of blue started staining strands of my blond hair as my eyes changed its shade. Calm down! You're about to cause another surge! I warned my inner voice.

Just then, my foam-covered lips in the reflection began to move. In sync. With the voice in my head. 'I'm sorry.'

I felt the surge of current slow and began to calm down, the loud buzzing of sizzling skin turning soft as I felt my body change back to its original style. However, the boy staring back at me in the reflective surface remained stained by shades of blue. 'What? Do I look better than you?'

"How the hell?"

'Must be the blues. It looks damn fine on me… Or you. Whatever. Wash your mouth.'

"Wait, why are you taking the form of my reflection? Explain yourself!" I demanded, after washing out the toothpaste and clearing the sides of my lips. "And where have you been? It's been a week since I last heard from you!"

The mirror-me stiffened and had the audacity to look sheepish. Fingers- so much like mine- ran through the cobalt blue strands, pushing hair off his face. Suddenly, his electrifying eyes peered into mine, a calculating look on his face.

'Do you really not know why this is happening?' the reflection asked, quirking an eyebrow. 'The bruises were only the beginning. It's going to get worse.'

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice now a low whisper. I couldn't wrap my mind around what the demon in my head was going on about. I knew that the bruises suddenly appearing was worrying, intriguing, but I didn't know that they would pose a threat to my inner voice to the extent that he decides to get in contact with me via a reflective surface.

Now that I think about it, since when was he able to do this?

'The Ultime.' My attention snapped back to the task at hand and, instantly, I felt the tension weighing down on my shoulders, like dark clouds on a rainy day. 'It's a form, the beginning of an end. All it needs is a body filled with the essence of elements, a lingering spirit from its dimension and a trigger. It's the revolution for demons, spirits, over humans. While you and I were merged when you got your powers- well, technically, they're mine. You're kind of an outlet.-, the Ultime, as Alexander calls it, is a pure malevolent spirit in a human body. Whatever soul that used to inhibit the poor person is banished to the depths of hell, and the probability of that spirit ever returning is close to none, especially if the demon intruding defies the request of giving up the body. Perhaps you can compare it to Lucifer. Except, a million times more dangerous.'

Gulping, I carefully leaned closer towards the blue-eyed boy. "How does this concern the two of us?" A part of me didn't want an answer. There were loopholes in his explanation, gaps where theory is needed for me to get the full picture. It feels like I'm missing a puzzle piece, and a crucial one at that. "Why do I need to know all of this?"

'Because I'm the important piece of the Ultime and I don't know if I'm capable of saving you when hell begins its ascend.' The boy murmured sadly, his eyes downcast as a small, apologetic smile stretched his lips. His palms flattened against the other side of the glass as those devastated, guilty electric blue orbs stared at me wistfully. 'I'm the reason this world is about go up in flames. When the trigger is activated, I'm the reason you're going to die.'

A/N: The drama is real. & hello there you lovely breathing creatures! I have returned from the depths of the fiery pit called school & have begun writing once more! … Or continuing to write, anyway. After the last chapter, my modules went to shit. I had assignments thrown at me from left, right, top, bottom & diagonally & I've just finished my semester exams a week ago.

Freedom, ffs.

Anyway, just so you know there's probably another three chapters or so with Electrike. It's been a hell of a ride, I swear. But… I will have some news regarding myself for when this fanfict ends. Bad news, perhaps? Or good, I don't even know.

ANYWAY, how did you find this chapter? Surprisingly, I kinda like my Ultime concept. It's a little fuzzy here bc I wanted to end with the worst possible cliffy ever but I do plan on explaining it in the next chapter. Ah, the shit I throw towards my readers. (I kid. The concept is still being brushed up in my head from months of neglect & I'm trying to make Ultime sounds rather cool & stuff) (':

REVIEWS!
winterschild11 – I hope this sufficed as an apology for MIA-ing! xD

Chey21 – I'm back! School's over for me though but I'm starting a new semester in April. It's been HELL. D: How have you been?

annabellex2 – love Kames too! & yeah … I won't disclose what's gonna happen with Kendall. I have huge plans for him & Electrike & PROM NIGHT FOR THE BOYS *jumps for joy*

EagleAce11 – I apologise for the long wait. & I've forgotten too so .. Nah. Let's forget about the hints. xD How did you find the chapter?

ALRIGHT. Time for bed for this crazy superheroine. Remember to read, review & favourite/follow if you like. Until next time! :3