The End

(Gore, Death, Cussing, Mental Health, Self Harm, and suicide)

"The surgery has a high chance of failing." "Anything to save my son!" Mental note, don't be like dad. He's too attached. "Will, you'll be okay" his mother said. The doctors looked down at him, a science experiment. A new operation... "Why don't you just let me pass on!?" He screamed, tears staining his cheeks.

"It's okay bud, I'll make sure you're okay" the doctor had promised. "Will, what can you see?" his father asked. "Mama, she keeps telling me it'll be okay" Will said, smiling to make his father feel better. "Son, you need to stop this, your mother isn't around anymore!" "Dad-" "Lian get out of this room right now!" "Sorry Dad..."

"You should be" Mental note number 2. Be like Lian. He's kind, and keeps trying to make sure Dad doesn't hit you. But- Doesn't Lian hang out with that weirdo brown haired one? Didn't he throw Mrs. Collins into that lake? 

"You're in good hands" the doctor promised. "They should just unplug me already" Will whispered. As his mother held his hand. "Why does Dad say you aren't here Mama?" "Will, I am here, You'll be able to see me better after the surgery" she smiled. "Remember, what do you believe in?" "God" "Good, remember, what will you be once you're 80?" "An Angel" "Great job son" she smiled.

"Who are you talking to?" The doctor asked. "My Mama," Will said, The doctor sighed. "Your mother isn't here-"  "Yes she is! She's right-... Here..." he turned and saw his mother was gone. "Mama?" he questioned, reaching out towards where his mother had been. "Will! Can't you remember the funeral! She's gone Will!" His father screamed. Movement. Voices.

The sound of the machines beeping was getting annoying. The IVs and the shots. "You have a rare disease." The doctor had said. "What is it?" "Well, you get to name it, since you're the first one who's lived this far through it." "Hmm, Sisteritis" He grinned, looking at his sister. "Hey! That's rude!" she giggled. "Who are you talking to?" the therapist asked. "My sister" Will answered. "Your sister isn't here." "Yes she is-" "Then where is she?" More voices. His vision flickering and wavering.

"Can you tell me what your name is?" "William Blake" "Where did you come from?" "Northwest Washington" "Good, what is your brother's name?" "Lian Blake" "Sister?" "Micah" "Mother?" "Brandy" "Father?" "Kyro" "Good, very good" the doctor smiled. "Where am I?" "You're home" "I'm not home" "Yes you are" "I'm in a hospital" "William, your family had the disease. They're gone" "No, they're right over there" "No-" "Yes! They're right over there! With Little Maya in their arms!"

"Brandy died giving birth to Maya" "No! No! No! No! No!" he screamed. Beating the sides of the bed. "How are the tests coming?" The doctor asked, "They're going" the therapist answered. "Mama?" Will asked, gripping his mother's hand. "Where am I?" "You're home" "No, this isn't my home" "You're in a dream, you have to wake up William" "I am awake..." "Focus on your heart beat" his mother directed, and placed her hand over his heart. He smiled at her. "How old are you Will?" "I'm 9"

"Good boy, when is your birthday?" "November 4th" "You're great at this game" "Thanks Mama!" "I love you" "I love you too." "I'll see you soon" she said, and disappeared. He was sitting in an hospital room, his body withered. He looked around. "The boy keeps seeing things he calls them his family" the therapist said, giving Will a concerned look.

"It must just be the tests breaking him" "What if it's a side effect to the medicine?" "It must be the disease" "No... I don't think it is." "What else do you know you old bat?! I know how to help the boy! You're there to make sure he doesn't hurt another nurse!" the doctor yelled. "I never hurt anyone" Will whimpered when the nurses came in, giving him more little red bits of medicine.

"I never hurt anyone" he repeated. Looking up at the nurse's eyes. "You're right William, you never did anything wrong" she promised. "Where's my family?" "They're busy" "Why won't they visit me?" "Because you're sick" "The doctor said my mom was gone... Where's little Maya?" he asked. The doctor choked up and walked out of the room, tears falling down her cheeks. Will looked around anxiously.

"WHERE'S MAYA!? I HAVE TO SEE HER! SHE'S MY LITTLE SISTER!" he screamed, the nurses came in and held him down while the doctor put the mask on him. "Count to three for me" the therapist asked. "One, Two, Three" "Good, now count to ten" "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten" "How many fingers am I holding up?" "One" "No..." the therapist left the room.

"It's been 2 months, and he still thinks his family is alive." the therapist told the doctor. "Ugh, we just have to tell him up forward." "I don't think that's wise-" "I'm the doctor here" Will then heard the door click behind the therapist "I hear what you guys say. I'm not stupid..." Will looked around. "You're nine years old, you are a small minded-" "I'm ten" Will corrected.

"My Mama told me so two days ago." "You're mother is dead." "No she's not..." "So is your sister and brother, and little Maya, your father is the only one left." "Then how come I see everyone... But whenever you come in here I don't see my father?" "I'll have him visit you" "Thank you sir" Will smiled, and inside his mother was whispering.

"That doctor  is a liar" 'How so?' he thought. "He thinks we're dead, we're very much alive" she said, and Will felt the warmth of his sibling's and mother's embrace. "You're dying" "But I feel fine..." "My son..." "Yes dad?" "I love you" mental note. Don't be like dad. He doesn't actually love you. "If you did love me you would visit" "No... Will it's not that simple... here, whenever you get out of here I'll show you your new step mom" "Why can't she visit me here?" "Because-" "She thinks I'm pathetic?" 

"No Will, of course not, you are so so strong." "I couldn't keep little Maya safe. Mama says that Maya hit her head on a wall, I heard her crying." "William" his father cupped his cheek. "I love you so much" he pressed their foreheads together. "I love you too" Will lied. "You'll do great at the surgery tomorrow" his father smiled and walked out. "You got this, you're so strong" his sister promised. "Soon I'll be able to see you guys" Will smiled and hugged his sister. She gave him little Maya to hold. "She's so small" "Mama says she's a runt" his sister shrugged.

Will poked the baby's stomach. She was so... Cold... "I love her already" he smiled and pecked the baby's forehead. The doctors came in and helped him into another bed, driving this moveable bed out into another room. "You got this, you're helping us make a cure!" The doctor grinned. "I thought we were curing me..." William looked confused. "Uh- We are!" The doctor's smile faltered. They parked his go kart bed. 

Beside another bed and helped him onto the new one. "Just breath and count to ten" the doctor said, putting a mask on Will. He was reminded of the therapist. "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten" "Again." "One, Two, Three, Four, Five.... Si-..." Wings, he was a bird. His siblings and mother were flying beside him, little white sparrow wings. "Look! We're angels!" Micah smiled, and hugged Will close. "Where am I?" "You're finally home." "This isn't home..." "Yes it is" The big man on that throne, had a booming voice.

"Hello" William smiled, and the man stared at him. "What do you believe in?" the man asked, "I believe in god, like my Mama" "Why are you dead already?" "I'm not dead, I'm just sick, I'll get better soon" Will smiled. Golden armor, a sword, his hair was back, he had blonde curls, and a scar along his side. "Where did I get it from?" he asked his mom, glaring at his siblings. "William, we're all dead, you had cancer" "I didn't have cancer" "SISTERITIS!" Maya giggled running circles around his leg. He smiled and scooped her up. "Ah yes! The itis of annoying little sisters!" he grinned and shook her. Causing a ton of giggles.

Seven years later, he was standing before a crowd. His hands shaking, he held his chest and took some deep breaths. He was a fallen angel, assigned to protect a demon, Benjamin. He was a boyfriend to Calypso Jones, his family was in heaven. He had worked enough to bring Maya and Micah back to life. Micah got married, Maya was turning eight, he was seventeen.

The screen was flickering, and Jake appeared, his ringmaster outfit looking good against his brown skin. "Oh my god, stop Will, he's the enemy, also, he's straight" Dusk laughed, and Will spun around to hit her. She flinched and grabbed his hand. "Ha, no. Still too slow bro" she smiled and let go.

Wearing her leather jacket and fingerless gloves, her mask black with white illuminated features. She took a breath, she was scared too. "You know we've been suffering so long because of him." she said finally. "We were just kids, you didn't deserve it." "I never told you-" "I read minds Will, I feel bad that you never got rest" she said and gently hugged him. Which never happened.

"Wait. Are you planning something? No being stupid, we promised not to charge him. We're being smart. No deaths." he said, gripping his sword. Dusk lifted her mask, "No promises anymore. We need someone to distract him, and I'm the only one who knows how to get on his nerves and get him talking" she sighed.

"Hannah, no, let Inferno! He's immortal!" "He still feels the pain. I am not doing that to Ryder. He's already suffered from Jake putting him in the holocaust" "Still, I still need my friend, the rebel leader." William protested. "You never truly needed me, I'm the villain to the story, and if I need to die to end the loop, I will" she put her mask back on. "As you commander, I say your to stay here. Do not move. No matter what he does to me" with that, she disappeared into her shadows.

(Character switch)

Hannah felt like she was going to die. Well, she only felt it because she knew it. As she materialized from her shadows beside Ryder, she laughed. "Ready for a show?" she asked, and Ryder grinned, mocking Jake's ringmaster voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the dimensional circus, where I send you to a place much better than this, tonight's guest is Dusk Fall, my enemy and the cause of all your problems!" he spun his hand in the air and bowed.

"Alright, remember the plan?" Hannah asked, fixing her gloves. "Make it like an action movie so he thinks that this is his time to shine?" he asked, "Yes, great job" she rolled her eyes. Putting on her mask. "Alright, they're in the crowd right?" "Yeah, I saw Jigsaw though, she might try to take them out." "Tell Thorn to keep her busy." Dusk said and walked down to the planned meet up for her and Storm. Instead she saw a man.

The black hair and tattoos. She stepped back and closed her eyes. He wouldn't know it was her. It had been a decade. He was probably called here like the rest of them. She fixed her face and turned on the light fixture features of her mask, the face was a smile. Yeah right. She fixed her purple hair to go to the side.

She heard Ryder's stomp on the shelter's metal and tried to put on a smile. The fire blasted outward and she ran into the smoke, instantly tackling Jake when she saw him. Storm was at the meeting spot, lightning crackling at her fingers as the lights went out in the shelter, screams rang out as Mystic slid around the crowd. Luring heroes out before the red eyed virus kicked in. Jake shouted as he tried to throw Dusk off of himself. "Who are you?" "I wanna be cringy, so, your worst nightmare" she commented and held him to the ground by putting her arm on his throat. He screamed some curses at her while she held him down.

While they continued the plan she lost focus and Jake shoved her into a stand, a sharp pain shot through her spine and she yelped. Her eyes going wide behind the mask. "You know... Fate is resourceful. It helps when you tell everyone not to help you, while you die to my hand" Jake grinned. Ripping the mask off of Dusk, "Hannah?" "Yeah bitch, also, you're corny" she grumbled, and kicked the glasses off his face, the smoke on her sole leaving a shoe print on his face.

He glared and grabbed his cane, raising it to hit her. Storm was right there and grabbed the cane, "Wow, superspeed is fun" she chuckled, and being bigger than Jake, shoved him off the stage. He fell with a thud and then he wrote something down in his book, Emily looked around, and glared at Jake, jumping from the platform to stop him from writing. He shoved her off. Storm hit her head on the corner of the stairs and blood fell from her face.

She coughed up blood and stared at the ground, the floor was shaking. Hannah lunged to grab Jake but was thrown back by an unseen force. "William! Get off me!" she shouted, wanting to save Storm. "No, I'm sorry Hannah, we made the plan already." he closed his eyes and held her down while she screamed. The rebels were standing around Jake and Storm fighting, knowing what was going to happen.

Storm stared at the clouds, the life draining from her eyes. Darling, her girlfriend ran for her. "Emily!" she cried. Storm looked over at her and managed a smile. Winking slightly as Jake moved to stab her. "You're so stupid" Hannah whispered. Storm moved and grabbed Jake's staff, throwing him off to the side. Jake yelped as Storm tried to stand but stumbled. Darling was obviously trying to turn back time. Thorn must have enchanted her. She was crying and shaking.

Storm stood up straight and dusted herself off, Jake had stopped moving. She looked over at Darling and was tackled in a hug. Groaning from pain. She held Darling tightly and kissed her head. Standing up again, she picked up Jake's book, but read the sentence he had wrote. 'May Emily/Storm kill everyone she loves from her insanity after killing me, whenever she has finally found piece.' She stared for a moment and then took the dagger from Darling's belt.

She stabbed herself to the heart. Darling's scream hung in the air. Hannah shouted, trying to move away from William. Thorn's face was frozen in horror, that had been his best friend. Emily's uncle Brian rushed to them, her Mother finally safe, she had been finally safe.

"Why!?" Hannah screamed. "You were finally happy!" she continued, breaking from William's grasp and rushing over. Emily's face was pale, she laughed softly. She reached up and gripped Darling's hand. "He's gone, we're free" she smiled and closed her eyes, "No! Emily please!" Emily's mother whispered, holding Emily. Hannah knew it, she couldn't be saved, Darling's knife. It could kill the angels and demons, it could kill the dead... Emily was gone.

Trey rushed from the crowd and glared at Hannah. "You did this! You planned this! You lied to us! That was like a sister to me!" he shouted, and his girlfriend held him back while the stitches on his eyes and mouth formed.

Everyone was in madness. Hannah looked at the sky, a portal, "But- the dimensions should stop- we killed Jake-" she whispered, and the world faded to black.