When you live forever…

Bad things seem to happen more than good.

"Some days are just bad days, that's all. You have to experience sadness to know happiness, and I remind myself that not every day is going to be a good day, that's just the way it is!"

-Dita Von Teese

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Fred

There was a festival coming up, around a week after Chloe's little tantrum. Mari and Adrian weren't feeling it, for some reason, so they didn't join us. I wish they did, though, since almost everything was themed after them.

Halfway into the night and George was already decked out in Chat Noir's mask, ears, tail, and bell. He looked like a ginger Chat, but it worked for some reason.

Also, halfway into the night, we had already spent a hundred and something dollars in between us. I dunno how much that translates into Paris' currency, but I do know that we're just to good at carnival games. It started when a child couldn't get the ladybug they wanted on a ring game, so Mason spent some money and got basically a perfect score on the first try. Of course, she gave the child the ladybug they wanted, but now she was on a mission.

That mission, of course, to put carnival salesmen out of their jobs. And we were glad to help.

By the third empty stall we had cleared out, every child and their mother had some type of stuffed animal. Some stalls had closed when we came closer, some obviously rigged themselves even more and then challenged us. They just didn't understand, we were the ones who invented most of these games. We were the ones who knew every tip and trick to win one.

We left with a number of free popcorn and pretzels from thankful people, and we left behind us around fifteen empty stalls, and an entire festival full of people with stuffed animals. Strangely, we hadn't taken any ourselves, but that's just how it went.

We stopped at a park by the festival to finish eating. It was a cloudless night, and the moon was bright in the sky, which made it even nicer.

"Wish I kept my wand." George murmured in the darkness. I turned to him, incredulous.

"You didn't?"

He shrugged. "I thought we were 'leaving it all behind' to go find Mason." He said.

Fred had said that, didn't he? I hated my past self, because that was before I was caught up in an explosion that destroyed my wand and almost killed me. "You know how helpful a wand would be right now?"

"That's why I wish I kept it." George responded, finishing one of his pretzels. It was too late now to really argue about it, so I let it be, instead opting to watch the ducks swim across the clear water.

We really did leave it all behind. It wasn't real, but we had a family for a little bit, older and younger brothers and even a sister. We worried less about Gabriel in that time and more about no-nose-man, and that was great in itself. He couldn't kill us, not with what he gad. We opened a shop, we taught a whole new world how to really be deviant. And besides the few close calls, between the him being almost exploded and George almost getting his ear cut off -I would've been holy- it was fun (he conveniently forgets about when they were captured and almost tortured for information on their kwami.)

Not only that, but I really liked everything about the place. Their sport was right up both George's and I's alley. You get to hit people without getting in trouble if you're sneaky enough, it's the best. The friends were fantastic too, Lee and Kate and Angela and Harry- such a nice guy. Surprisingly, it was Hermione that we both got close too, since she was the one who saw our kwami first, and she helped us hide them, in exchange for knowing what the hell they actually were.

It was great for a while, even after everyone found out about us. They were all surprisingly chill about it, if not slightly wary. Of course, then all the no-nose stuff happened and everyone suddenly had more important things to worry about.

But we had a home. One that accepted us for who we are. They would protect us. We didn't have to run anymore.

"Do you regret leaving?"

It was George, his voice soft and his mind was most definitely thinking the same thoughts as me. Mason had gone up to the duck pond, throwing pieces of pretzel to the ducks.

Did I regret leaving? The answer was simple. "No." I said. "She would've died if we didn't." She was so bloody when they had finally caught up to her. Her kwami was blurring in and out of existence. We were afraid that we were too late. "Do you?"

George had even more of a life there then I did. Neither of us had settled down with someone, but it was obvious that George fancied (once you go British, it's hard to go back) someone, even if he wouldn't tell me who. I figured to was Kate or Angela. He even babysat Teddy whenever Harry couldn't take care of the boy. He loved it all.

George looked up, looking at where Mason was at the duck pond. The night was silent besides the bugs and crickets, adding another level to the serene feel. "Never." He said. "Even if it gets me killed."

I blinked, taking another look at George. Huh, guess I was wrong about a few things.

We left a few minutes after our conversation, dumping our trash into the closest tin and making our way home. For once, we did so silently, to busy with our thoughts to respond. Mason was looking at us weirdly, but I didn't mind.

The air was cold, but it also felt distinctly dark, something air should definitely not feel like. I shared a look with George before voicing my thoughts.

"Something's wrong here." I murmured, rubbing my arms. Paris was quiet in the dark, even with the lamps lighting everything up.

Mason was looking up at the moon, eyes sliding back and forth, before shrugging. "I don't see anything out of the ordinary…"

I looked to my twin, and he immediately put a hand on her shoulder. "There is something wrong here, though. Everyone's gone. Sure, most people are asleep but there are night jobs."

"I agree that something is wrong." Mason said after a moment. "But I know that no one is following us-" she stopped for a moment, an odor hitting her nose, causing her to gag. "Do you smell that?"

I looked around, sniffing at nothing. George shrugged, but I could smell a faint whiff of something. Maybe Mason could smell it easier because she's a wolf. The smell wasn't pleasant, though.

"What is it?" George asked after a moment. He couldn't smell it, apparently.

"Something bad, like rot or decay." Mason said, pinching her nose closed. We entered the apartment building, going up to our floor. The smell got worse. And as the elevator dinged open, it all clicked.

"Shit!" I cursed, running out of the elevator towards Adrian's and Marinette's room. "No nononono."

"What?!" George asked, suddenly running besides me. "Talk to me, what's happened?"

"The smell! It's poison!" I yelled as I got to their door, knocking quickly. We didn't bring our key. No answer. "To faint for a regular nose to pick up."

Mason was now next to us, knocking harder and calling out for Mari. When no one answered, I slammed my shoulder into the door, ignoring the pain as I put extra strength behind it. The door broke, flying open.

Immediately, the stench in the apartment made me retch, Mason covering her face and moving to the side for a moment. George pushed through, moving towards Adrian's room.

After a moment, I covered my mouth with my hand in a half decent attempt to protect myself and moved forward, going towards Marinette's room. I wish we didn't leave the kwami asleep in our own room, but there was no time to get them now.

I opened her door, freezing with what I saw. Marinette looked too pale under the blankets, eye's half lidded, more unconscious than asleep. Standing over her, a black spider the size of an elephant. As if it couldn't be any worse, instead of a head, the top half of a female body stuck out, white skin contrasting the black spider, several red eyes on her face, little claws in the side of her mouth, sheen black hair almost falling to the floor.

Marinette groaned, and for the first time, I could tell she was still somewhat conscious. The spider looked at me, and chuckled in a high tini voice. "Another one for me to feed upon…"

I had to get this thing out of here. It was definitely making the poison, I could see it oozing out of her. It would kill Mari if I didn't get it out of here. The poison itself was already affecting me, I could feel my lungs clog and my brain fuzz.

I smirked, calming the pounding of my heart. Hopefully George and Mason had gotten Adrian out. If I did happen to get killed, I wanted to know they'd be safe. "Ha, like you could ever catch me, you oversized Spider-Man." Not my best, I blame the adrenaline. And, you know, the poison.

The spider hissed, charging forward. I ran out of the room, towards the living room. It broke the doorway to get through, legs scurrying towards me.

I ran to the balcony, throwing the doors open. Cool air ran into the stenched room, making it easier to breath. Still, my head was foggy and once I got outside to the balcony I realized I didn't have a plan after that. Oh no.

The spider broke the balcony doors to get out to me, one front leg snapping forward to grab me. I yelped in pain, my brain clearing slightly. She dragged me forward, squeezing tighter and tighter until I couldn't actually breath.

"Oh, you'll be a fun one to eat~"

She relieved a little bit of pressure, and I fell forward with a gasp of breath, coughing. Before I could really start breathing again, that poisonous air was back, waving around me like a cocoon. The poison wasn't potent enough to give off a quick death, Gabe wasn't powerful enough to give someone that power. He probably wouldn't want to anyway, he would want us to suffer.

I didn't know what was happening, my senses came back slightly, just to be removed again. I was coughing, the tangy taste on my lips telling me it was blood. Black smog curled around me, burning my eyes, so I kept them shut. My skin was irritated, and my stomach was churning. Sharp pain interlaced in my bones made me try to scream, but I was still coughing up blood…

I'm going to die.

And suddenly, I was panicking and jerking about, trying to move my hands, which were trapped by my sides. My labored breathing became more sporadic. I shouldn't panic or else the poison would take control quicker stop stop no no no no more please no more it hurts just let it be over let everyone else be safe-

The spider screamed in pain, dropping me. I fell, landing with a hard thump and coughing some more. After a moment, I struggled to open my eyes, and I saw that someone had cut off the spider's leg, the one holding me.

I tried to get to my knees, but failed. My vision swam, going from black to white to rainbow to stars. Someone was next to me, hand on my back and saying something, but I couldn't hear anything but static. I groaned, trying to wipe my mouth with my arm, but I couldn't move.

Mason had transformed, her boxer claws were dripping with blood as she growled, attacking the monster with no mercy. Chat was fighting too, stumbling slightly but mostly okay. I got a glimpse of George next to me, alright. He was fine. Rabi and Trix were fine. I saw them, they were fine, they were all fine.

The spider was pushed back to the edge of the balcony, hissing as her human arms came to cover her face. "Let me eat my meal!" She hissed. "I caught it! It's my meal! Stay away from my meal!"

She stumbled over the edge of the balcony, half of her body falling off. In a last attempt, one of her legs darting towards me, probably ready to grab me and take me with her.

But George moved in the way.

No.

No.

Nononononono.

I couldn't move and all I could do was watch no no no he was bleeding and there was a leg in his stomach and he's bleeding and the leg's gone and he's falling and I can't move no no let me help him no please let me help let me move.

And suddenly, my consciousness gave up.

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I wrote this chapter a while ago and I don't know if I like how it turned out.

To make it clear, this is it a crossover, I just needed twins for my story and I'd thought it be funny to use Fred and George and make them immortal. Because they're already immortal in our hearts.