Author's Notes: I'm really, really, really sorry that I haven't released a new chapter in a while, I think I'll blame it on homework again. Either way I guess I'll leave out all of the awesome things, like homework, out of this and just get straight to the point. Let the awesomeness begin!

Chapter 10

I woke up with a pounding headache. I could feel the moist dirt beneath me, the grass was tickling the exposed parts of my skin. The smell of fresh and open air eased the pain of my headache only a fraction. Opening my eyes I saw that I was surrounded by a grove of trees, little blossoms of the fruits it would bear covered them. The sky was clear, with the exception of a few clouds, predicting the greatness of the day. I sat up slowly, trying my best not to irritate my aching brain any more than it already was.

I screamed, horrified.

On the ground around me bodies were scattered blood seeping into the once pure earth. People of all ages lay face down, or face up revealing lifeless eyes staring up at the endless sky. Then I shakily looked down at my hands, red was all I could see. Blood covered my hands, blood seeped into to my clothing changing it into an ugly crimson red. I could feel the stickiness of the blood as it clung to my skin, holding down my body like tar.

I looked into the eyes of the person nearest to me, she was young. Most likely in her early teens, maybe thirteen; her eyes locked onto mine. Eyes that were probably once a beautiful blue, were now glazed over. Bright curly red hair that probably bounced with each step was now stained a deep crimson, wet with blood. Her body was covered in large gashes, as were the rest. It was almost like a wild animal had come through here, tearing up everything in its path. Then again I was an animal.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, I had killed. I had killed people, innocent people. I had told Sting to kill me that day and curse him now for not doing it. His silly attachment to me had led to the death of so many people.

I have to kill myself.

There was no way I was going to let this happen again, I have to do it. I have to.

I tried to stand, but my first attempt was futile. My legs were shaking so badly that I didn't think that I would be able to stand for a few minutes. After I had finally deemed my legs able to walk, I stood slowly. Moving my hands in quick flapping motions to keep me from falling over.

I was used to seeing bodies, almost to the point that would make others sick but it had become part of my job. Seeing slaughtered towns and cities wiped out by monsters was a regular occurrence on S-class missions, but I was not used to seeing a towns worth of people that were my own doing. Stepping over each and every one of them, counting them and closing their eyes, made me nauseous.

After I had finally made it to the end of the row I noticed the lack of bodies, did 'she' drag them all over here to surround me? It was definitely weird, but not my problem. My first priority was death. To get this all over and done with.

No more surprise visits from my darker half.

No more Fairy Tail.

No more Sabertooth.

No more… Sting.

I shook off the brief hint doubt that crossed my mind. I was really lucky to find a knife lying near the body of a man, who most likely trying to kill me. Picking it up I pointed it towards my abdomen, which was surprisingly already covered in what could be my own blood or someone else's. With one last thought I plunged the dagger into my stomach, twisting it in the process.

I grunted and fell to the ground, panting slightly on my knees. Who knew dying could be so painful? I thought with a chuckle, I guess I still have my humor. I was thinking or dreaming of what could have been a peaceful death, a nice send off into the underworld.

"Tch, I thought this would happen." Someone said with a sigh. "I told him that she was going to feel guilty and wind up doing something like this, but did he listen to me… No!" The person yelled with frustration.

I turned to see a woman standing in the middle of one of the rows of trees, ranting to herself about how stupid 'he' was. She looked familiar… then it clicked.

"Crazy hatchet lady!" I yelled, or tried to, my breath was leaving me in quicker spurts now. Even with the surrounding trees, I couldn't resupply my oxygen quick enough.

I heard the lady laugh, it was almost hysterical. She wiped the few tears that had leaked out her eyes and then turned to look at me with a smirk. "So how does that knife feel in your gut?" She asked with a smirk. Oh how I hated that smirk.

"It feels great, I feel like I'm floating on the clouds." I said sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes at my comment, "Well then, you don't want me to remove it?"

I looked at her blankly and said, "If I had wanted it removed I would have gotten that guy over here to pull it out for me." I said pointing towards the dead body that found the knife with.

She snickered, "Well then I guess someone doesn't want to live anymore, is that right?"

"No shit Sherlock!" I said gasping for breath at this point, I began seeing black dots dance across my vision. I smiled to myself, it's going to be over soon enough.

"Oh well then, does that mean I can get rid of that blondie than?" Blondie? "Oh you look confused, I mean the Saber one."

I stared wide eyed at her for a moment, looking like an idiot. Then it clicked, she was blackmailing me into living, and it was working. "You… don't have… him. He's… too… strong… for you."

She gave me a deadly smile, "Oh, really? Then who is that?" She said pointing towards another clearing of trees. In them stood Sting… with red eyes.

With that bodies were laid to rest, surprises were presented, and decisions were made.