A/N~If you were expecting a chappie of Blake and Jade, here's what's gonna happen… it will be in a flashback part when Blake thinks or maybe talks about her…

And I bet everyone is so shocked about the truth Michael revealed… So, here's part three of The Big Secret which is a shortie chappie!

Warning~Tissue Alert!

If you wished for music, listen to The Forbidden Act song from the anime Vampire Knight or play Sacrifice by Casey Lee Williams from off of RWBY Volume Two!

Once Blake heard the truth coming out of Michael's mouth, she was horrified.

Traumatized, stunned, unnerved….

All the words she can think of that made her surprise about the truth.

But it was true… Michael De Santa is her real father.

Blake released her grip from her two pistols pointing at Michael and Trevor as they fallen onto the snowy ground. Then she fallen on her knees as she felt warm tears slowly coming out of the corners of her aquamarine eyes.

Michael and Trevor were looking down at her, as they slowly lowered their pistols. As they can hear Blake crying, not one of them didn't know how to react to this.

Until Michael had the guts to come closer to Blake.

He stood on one knee, as he looked down Blake's face sideways. He can see the tears streaming down her face, as her eyes were closed.

"Blake, I'm sorry… but it's the truth." Michael apologized to her, as Blake turned to her face her supposedly called father. As she opened her aquamarine eyes, her facial expression turned from depressed… to anger.

She immediately grabbed Michael's coat and pushed him down into the snowy ground, as Blake climbed onto him with her legs against his stomach.

"How?... How in the hella are you my dad?!" Blake asked, angrily.

"Blake, something happens between me and your mother and I-"

"I already know about this birds and the bees!" Blake growled. "You knew all about this! You knew all this time, and you never ever think about saving me from my mom?!"

"Look, Blake, if Amanda knew, shit will go off and it's really complicated without your mother now." Michael explained.

"You keep saying it's complicated!" Blake screamed, before more tears ran down her cheeks. "I fucking hate you! I wish you died ten years ago… Which I'm gonna make it come true…"

Blake grabbed one of her pistols and aimed it at Michael's face, as she still was sitting on his stomach.

Michael was wide-eyed of how Blake taken the news, but now his life was going to end with one bullet when his daughter pulls the trigger.

"Blakesleigh, I brought you into my house and you're gonna fuckin' clip me?!" Michael asked.

"I did it to my mom…" Blake had her index finger around the trigger. "I can do it to you too…"

As Blake had her index finger touching the trigger, she was aiming the barrel of the gun at his forehead.

All she had to do was pull the trigger and she'd killed Michael as part of her family.

"What are you waiting for? Do it! Pull the trigger! End this fat snake's life. All he ever did was making sure you have a home, food and worse of all… a fucked up family that you never wanted." Her mind was telling her to pull the trigger as she noticed arms around her body.

It was her past self returning back to her after when she pulled the trigger on Macey, telling her do it no matter what.

It took her five seconds while looking at Michael's widened midnight blue eyes… and she lowered the gun without looking at him anymore.

"I… I can't do it." Blake said quietly, without looking at Michael.

Michael place his hand on Blake's left cheek, as she didn't flinch or move away from his warm but cold touch. His thumb brushed away one of her fallen tears, before looking at Michael after when her dark side went away.

In the corner of her eyes, she saw her dark side once again…

"I'll see you again, Blakesleigh, but this time you'll be listening to me… instead of this fake family of yours. Both De Santa and Missildine…" Her dark side laughed humorously, before disappearing.

"Who's that?" Trevor asked, Blake looked up to see someone with a pistol and he immediately shot at Trevor as he dodged it. Blake stayed down on Michael's body, as he rolled over and he was top of Blake, protecting her.

Blake was breathing in and out as she was shocked, until she looked to see more of them, as Michael got off her and ran towards cover before pulling out his pistol.

"Trevor Phillips, Mr. Cheng would like to have a word with you."

"What the…" Blake said, before turning around to see Trevor running away from the triads. Blake followed him as she was running away as well, before he closed the gates and leaving her.

"No… Uncle T, wait!" Blake yelled, until another bullet nearly ran pass her left ear. She fallen on the snowy ground, covering her ear as she crawled into cover behind someone's gravestone.

"Get the boyfriend and daughter!"

Blake was crawling from gravestone to the next gravestone as she was dodging the bullets that the triads were shooting at her and also Michael.

The triads were shooting the running target as she was trying to get back to Michael and her two pistols, as Michael was shooting his way out, still in the same cover behind someone's gravestone.

Blake had finally made it to Michael's facked gravestone, and grabbed her two pistols. Before she started shooting at the triads, she looked down at her decaying Uncle Brad only once and ran into cover behind a gravestone.

She got out of cover as she used her two pistols and killed three triads, for her and Michael to move forward.

"Blake, you alright?" Michael asked, looking to see her going behind cover at someone's gravestone.

Blake didn't respond to him as she kept her head down.

Once another bullet flew past her winter hat, she ducked her head while having her eyes closed. After opening her eyes, she looked down at her guns for a second before something else caught her attention.

Marcelline Rose

March 28, 1974~October 05, 2012

"Mommy…" Blake said quietly.

Once she recognizes the gravestone that belongs to her dead mother, she turned to left before looking around to see more triads coming their way, as Michael was taking them out with his pistol.

She watched Michael as he went to another gravestone for cover as he picked up an assault rifle.

Suddenly, Blake wasn't looking in front of her and she screamed in agony once she felt a bullet enter into her left shoulder blade.

Somehow, Blake saw something flash in her blueish green eyes.

She saw a bright light in her eyes and her ears heard a beeping noise which was repeating every minute and every second. A small hand was trying to cover her eyes, as she turned her head away from the light, and she noticed a large hand reaching out to her.

The big hand simply touched Blake's nose with it's index finger, until a small hand grabbed the large finger. She looked at the person in front of her, as he looked younger to her which was truly strange but also familiar…

The person had black hair and mesmerizing blue eyes...

A smile was placed on the younger person's face as he added a chuckle.

"Blake… You're Daddy's Little Angel… Don't forget that…"

A baby's laugh was heard as she was finally return back to reality.

"Blake?" Michael turned around to see Blake on the snowy ground with her eyes closed wincing at the pain of her bullet wound.

Blake lifted up her right hand as the palm of her hand touched where the bullet entered. She cried out in pain once again, as she tried to best to hold it down with her only working arm.

"Uncle Michael!" Blake screamed out his name.

"Shit, shit no!" Michael said, before turned his attention to the remaining triads left in the cemetery.

He was furious at what they have done to his daughter.

His youngest daughter and his little angel.

He shot down each and every last one of them, as they all went down with blood spilling everywhere on the cold battlefield.

Once Michael noticed that he shot every triad down, he immediately ran towards Blake as he fallen on his knees, sliding down towards her side.

Michael looked down at Blake's own pool of blood coming out her shoulder blade, as she was having her eyes closed and crying uncontrollably to the sudden pain of the metal bullet lodged into her left shoulder blade.

"Blake, look at me…"

Blake opened her aquamarine eyes slowly as warm tears coming out of her eyes, while she slowly turning her head to the right to see herself holding down her bullet wound as blood was still gushing out slowly.

"Listen this is gonna hurt, but…" Michael slowly place his arms underneath her as he lifted her off the cold blanket of snow.

Blake cried out in more pain, as she was close to Michael chest and he was crushing her, holding the dark haired teen close to him.

"I know, baby girl… I know…"

Somehow, she can hear Michael's voice slowly fading as she looking up at his midnight blue eyes as her sleepy ones were about to give out.

This could be her final seconds here on this earth.

"Mic-Michael…" Blake called out softly, only that he can hear her.

He looked down at his daughter as he noticed that her eyes were slowly closing and her hand against her wound was sliding down towards her stomach.

"Blake… shit, don't die now!" Michael cried out, before he started climbing down the steps and ran towards the car which was parked in front of the church. "Daddy's got you, Blakie Bear…"

Another flashback memory was playing in front of Blake as she recognizes someone with dark chocolate brown hair and emerald green eyes.

The person was holding her in his arms as he was smiling sweetly to her while hearing soft coos before the sound of a baby babbling happily.

He moved closer as his lips touched against her forehead, until a baby was babbling more while having her small arms towards him.

"Hey, Ladybug…" Carter's voice was heard in the flashback.

"Dad-dy…" Blake whispered as a small smile was placed on her pink lips.

Michael looked down to see Blake's aquamarine eyes finally closed and her right arm finally slipped down, hanging from her lifeless body.

Michael fallen on his knees as he held Blake's lifeless body now…

Tears were now streaming down his face as they dropped onto her cheeks.

"Blake… Blakesleigh no… You can't leave me… Blakie Bear!" Michael was shaking Blake for her to wake up, to open her eyes, or even say something...

Michael was not getting any results as he held his youngest daughter's body close to him, with his hand into her raven colored hair and teal streaks.

"My little angel… no…"

Please don't not kill me yet for killing Blake!

I promise everyone that the next chappies will get better!

Macey is actually thirty nine in this story and she had her when she was twenty one.

Carter is forty three in this story and when Blake was born, he was twenty six.

Somehow, while I was created this chappie I have come up with some one-shots ideas in my mind between Michael and Blake…

So, one of them will be up soon, if can figure out which shall be posted up or maybe even a future fanfic!

I even put up a different picture for the story. It's a drawing of Blake! Do y'all like it?