A/N: ULTRA-MEGA-CHAPTER UPDATE FINALE. Guys, it has been way too long since I decided I was gonna have one more chapter for this and I wanted you guys to help get ideas for it but NOPE. That didn't work. So I'm gonna make a big long end to this fic. This is the fic I am most proud of too.

EDIT: I apologize if Arthur and Alfred and whatnot seem out of character compared to how they were through the rest of the story, it's been over a year since I wrote the original fic so I am hoping they aren't too far off.

Arthur

"Arthur! Wake up! It's time for school young man and you cannot be late again!"

My aunt Margaret throws open the curtains and the sunlight shines through my now black again hair. It's been two months since Alfred and I kissed, and he's avoided me since. Fuckin' hell. I lazily sit up in my bed, causing the covers to fall off of my body, revealing my pale and far too skinny torso. I have lost 15 pounds in these few months and gained 1 inch and many beatings. It's been weeks since I've taken my medication and only 3 days since we had heard my mum died of a heart attack. Her funeral is on Saturday so my aunt and I leave after school for England around 6:00.

"And another thing, I know you are going through a lot dearie. But you must keep your grades up or else they will kick you out of the school."

Her tone had gone from shrill to caring in a matter of seconds. I can catch up soon enough, I just choose not to. I sigh and get up from the bed. I was now two inches taller than my aunt, but still 3 sizes too small. The look in her eyes is one of worry.

"I lost your father and now your mother, I can't afford to lose you too Arthur. Get ready for school, I will drive you."

And with that she leaves without another word. I slip on a simple green t-shirt and a faded grey pair of jeans. My head is pounding and my entire body aches. I slide my feet into a pair of black boots and grab my satchel on my way out the door. I can hear my aunt in the other room tapping her fake nails on the kitchen counter waiting for me to be ready for school.

"Arthur, you need to stop going to school. Peter agrees with me. Just stay here with us."

Matthew walks out in front, stopping me in my tracks. He has been becoming more bothersome lately, but we can't afford my medications. I sigh and step around him. At least Peter hasn't been around, I couldn't say no to the boy. My aunt notices me enter the room and quickly grabs her car keys, purse, a muffin, and makes her way out the door. I sigh and follow her, closing it behind us.

"Why do you bother going to school Arthur? Why do you insist on ignoring me?"

His tone has been increasing in hostility ever since Peter stopped showing up. I sigh and look at him through the rear view mirror. His appearance has been changing for months now; his face had lost a lot of baby-fat and his features were more chiseled, plus the fact that he is now 2 inches taller than me and his soft purple eyes now glow a violent violet, he is becoming like a stranger rather than the one who has been with me since childhood.

"Arthur, we're here. I have to get to work."

Her voice startles me, I look out the car window and reluctantly get out. She reaches across, shutting the door and giving me a wave before driving off, leaving me alone in the parking lot. I look down at my feet and walk into the school's front office.

"What is your name sir?"

"Uh, Arthur. Kirkland. I-I'm in Mr. Somaskey's AP Physics class at the very m-moment."

She quickly scribbles down my name, class, and time I arrived on a slip of paper and hands it to me.

"Well you better hurry, you don't want to lag too far behind."

I nod my head slightly and head to my classroom. When I walk in, the teacher pays no attention to my tardiness and asks no questions as I sit down in my seat. After being here for a few months, the teachers have learned to not have me speak aloud during class.

"You can't ignore me forever Arthur. I won't just go away."

I try my hardest to ignore Matthew as I write down the notes on the board on Gravitational Potential Energy. By the end of class Matthew has all but left. He stopped talking but was always too close for my comfort. I quickly pack up my belongings and head to my next class, which I sadly have with Alfred.

"Hey, fuckhead!"

I look up from my desk and see two members of the football staring down at me. They had their arms crossed and puffed their chests out to make themselves to more muscular. The larger brunette then slammed a dead fish on my desk and roughly pulled me out of the seat by the collar of my shirt.

"We know it was you who put the damn fish in my locker!"

"W-Wha-What-t?"

The word barely passes by my lips in a soft whimper. Over the past few months I have learned to at least say simple words to people at times. What is he talking about?

"He's talkin' about that fish I put in his locker. You can't keep ignoring me."

Standing behind the football player was Matthew. He had his arms crossed and a smug look on his face that made me want to smack him. Before I could react, I was thrown back into my seat just as the teacher walked in. I could feel beads of sweat running down my face. I take a deep breath. Matthew isn't real, he couldn't have possibly done that.

The bell rings signaling the end of the class and I begin to pack up my belongings when I feel a strong hand grab my shoulder. I could feel a hot breath in my air as he spoke.

"Meet me in the coffee shop near your apartment after school at 4:30. I need to talk to you."

Before I know it, he was gone. What could Alfred possibly want? I shake my head and disregard the thought as I walk to my last class of the day.

When I get there, I see Peter sitting on top of my desk reading a Dr. Seuss book. It's been forever since I've seen him and he hasn't changed one bit. I walk over and place my back in my seat causing him to jump slightly. When his eyes meet mine he begins to cry.

"Arthur! I don't wanna be with Matthew anymore! He's being so mean now! Make him go away!"

He clutches my shirt and cries into my chest. I want to touch and comfort him but people were here and… He isn't real. I sigh and discretely have Peter release my shirt as I sit down in the chair.

"A-Arthur? M-Meet me on the roof in the garden."

And with that, he was gone. I sigh and put my head on the desk as my teacher begins speaking. I am really beginning to lose it. Even more so than before. I let my eyes slide shut and tune out the world.

I push the door to the roof open and see Matthew and Peter sitting on a bench. Matthew is grinning as if he knows a secret and Peter looks as if he has just seen murder.

"Peter and I have been waiting for you Arthur. Come here."

The feeling in my gut is telling me to run, but my curiosity over powers me. I walk over to the two of them and look over the edge of the school. Down below I see Alfred and some of his football buddies messing with what seems like a gun. I hope that damn thing isn't loaded. Peter's hand slowly grabs mine, I can feel him trembling as Matthew clutches my other hand with immense strength.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

Peter begins to cry.

"I-I'm s-so-sorry! M-Mattie i-is making me d-do this!"

A gunshot rings out and suddenly I'm falling.

Alfred

"Shit! Why the hell wasn't the safety on man?"

I toss the gun at Marcus and look in the direction I saw it. My eyes widen as I see Arthur fall from the roof. Oh my god! Panic floods over my body and before I know it, I'm running. I'm running as fast as I can until I am merely feet away. I hold my arms out just as his body collides with mine, knocking me back to the ground. My breathing is shaky as I hold his body in my arms. Blood was soaking through his shirt. I slowly stroke his hand and I feel something cold. I look at his wrist and see his music note bracelet.

"Yo! What the hell happened man?"

Marcus and the others run up to the two of us and as soon as they see Arthur in my arms, they stop dead. The looks in their eyes were different than when they usually see him. They were scared.

"Shit! Al, keep holding him I gotta call the ambulance."

Marcus calls 911 and I lay Arthur onto the grass. He seems paler than usual and the blood still kept coming. My heart is racing as I remove my shirt and place it over the wound as I try to keep pressure on it. This is all my fault. If I only hadn't abandoned him after that day. I was just so afraid. Arthur, I'm sorry. I couldn't keep the tears back as they began pouring from my eyes. I began to scream. I feel a hand gently squeeze my shoulder.

"Al, dude, calm down. You didn't mean to shoot the kid. The ambulance is comin' and he's gonna be fine. I mean yeah, I can't stand the kid, but I don't want him to die."

I try to calm my breathing and focus on helping Arthur. Only a few minutes pass by before we hear the sirens of the paramedics pull into the school parking lot. Four men with a gurney run up to us and place Arthur on the gurney.

"He's losing blood fast, if not for you young man, he would have been dead by now. We are going to take him to the hospital now."

Before I can say anything else, they already have him hooked up and loaded into the back of the ambulance. I am so sorry.

I slam my bedroom door and lock it behind me. Fuck! If I had just been for careful! My fist flies into my wall causing a small hole and my knuckles to bleed.

"Fuck!"

I knock my dresser to the floor as I hear my ma run up the stairs. I can hear her trying to open the door and her constant pounding against it.

"Alfred! Open the door! They say Arthur will be fine!"

I pick up my lamp and throw it against the door causing it to shatter, I can hear her squeak in fright from the other side.

"Fuck off ma!"

Arthur

"Arthur wake up."

I open my eyes and see Peter standing over me. He seems older now, about 14 now. I sit up and rub the back of my head.

"What happened? Last thing I remember, I was on top of the school with you and Matthew and then… I was shot."

I look down at my stomach but there is nothing there. It's just as it was any other day. A rough hand grabs my shoulder and pulls me to my feet.

"Well you see, you want to be rid of Peter and me, so I decided to make that happen."

Matthew sends his fist flying into my gut and grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were a deep violet, they seemed like a complete stranger's eyes.

"Everything that happened is your fault. You were lonely, so you created the two of us. Now you're still lonely, but you want us gone. If you had just ignored Peter and not come to the roof Alfred wouldn't be getting ready to kill himself."

My eyes widen as he finishes that sentence. Something comes over me and I rip myself away from Matthew causing hairs to come out of my head. I slam him up against the wall and keep doing it and doing it until he begins laughing. It was a maniacal laughter.

"This is what I was hoping would happen. You're standing up to me. Your imaginary friend. I think we are rather lucky Alfred shot the gun, I was just gonna shove you off the building and hope you didn't die when you landed."

And then, he vanished. I turn around and look at Peter. He was just staring at me with his all too familiar eyes.

"Mattie said that if you almost died then we would go away. B-But I don't wanna go away."

He runs at me and wraps his arms around my waist, and then he begins to cry.

"I'm gonna miss you."

Black.

Alfred

After 20 or so minutes my ma had called the cops and they were now trying to coax me out of my room.

"Listen sonny, we aren't going to arrest ya. We just need you to unlock the door so we can talk."

I do my best to ignore their pleas as I search my closet. I reach up onto the top shelf and move my hand around until I feel it. Hopefully this will work. I wrap my fingers around it and walk over to my bedroom door.

"Alfred, sweetheart please. We can talk about this."

Her voice sounds so far away as I stare at the object in my hand. In the distance I hear the police radio go off and everything goes silent. The policeman murmurs something to my mom and I hear her voice crack.

"A-Alfred, it's A-Arthur, he…"

This is it. A sudden burst of rage and anguish envelops my body as I hold the object to my head.

"Can I still get into Heaven if I kill myself?! Can I ever be forgiven 'cause I killed him?! It was an accident I swear it wasn't meant for him!"

The pounding on the door grows louder and near echoes the sound of my heart in my ears. Tears stream down my face as I slowly slide my finger over the trigger. My ma's pleas grow louder and more panicked. I can hear policeman trying to open my window behind me.

"If I turn it on me, if I even it out. Could I still get in or will they send me to Hell?! Can I still get into Heaven if I kill myself?! Tell Arthur I love him!"

A/N: This went so different than I intended, but happy endings are so clichéd why not just kill everybody. The last few words Alfred says are from King Park by La Dispute, so I did not make that up. I was listening to the song when I wrote this and I like how it turned out.