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Now before I begin this *sobs* last chapter, I would like to thank everyone who submitted ideas bc I was literally trapped in a room and the walls were made of writer's block. (See what I did there? Walls? Most of them are made of blocks? No? Okay.) So that's @PTX_Pentaholic99, @IncognitoPotato, and @SlayersFan132. I didn't use all the ideas but thanks to all of you for helping me through the block.

So... I guess now I have to... *sniffle* continue into the actual chapter.

Don't look at me I'm an ugly crier.

(And you'll see why I added in Run To You later)
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Mitch's POV

I grit my teeth, clenching my fists.

I basically just killed myself, but at least my friends are safe.

"Aww," 1 crones. "How sweet of you, Mitchell. That is your human name, correct?"

I didn't respond. I only stared daggers at him.

"But now, you, a weak, mundane human, has no choice but to defeat me."

"I'd rather die a weak, mundane human than die a ruthless murderer like you." I spat.

1 smiles.

I lunge.

~

Kirstie's POV

Scott was being incredibly difficult.

It was touching how he didn't want to leave Mitch, but it was really inhibiting our progress.

I was considering just letting him swim back and get himself killed, but Mitch would have my head if I let that happen.

He may be human now, but he hasn't changed at all.

My limbs felt like they were on fire, and so did my lungs. Where is the dumb mirror?!

After what felt like forever, we finally made it to the end, all of us just barely conscious.

We all gasped for air as soon as it was available to us.

I saw Scott sitting there on his knees. I thought he would be incredibly upset considering how much he loved Mitch.

"What happens if Mitch dies in there, Kirstie?" He asks. "Does he die for real?"

I sighed and nodded.

Scott didn't say anything, he just stared off with a sheen of tears clouding his bright blue eyes.

~

Mitch's POV

I lunged, hoping I would be faster than 1's reflexes.

He was right; he had magic and I didn't. I didn't even have a weapon.

I may just die today.

But at least my friends will be okay.

1 chants, a bolt of lightning erupting from his fingers.

I relied on my instincts, ducking and rolling to the left.

But 1 was fast. He threw bolt after bolt of lightning wherever I went.

"Why are you doing this?" I yelled over the crackling of the lightning. "What do you have to gain?"

1 smiled. "I'm glad you asked." He changes from lightning bolts to fireballs. I dodged one, but at the cost of part of my hair. "As a child I read all about alternate universes. I read study after study, learning as much as I could."

I patted out my hair, the smell of the singed hair making my nose wrinkle.

Suddenly some invisible force wraps around my waist, tossing me around like a rag doll. I'm thrown against the wall, the ceiling, the floor. The invisible force lets me go and I lie on the floor, the pain echoing through my bones.

"When I was 19 years old," 1 continues, walking up to me. He crouches over me. "I first began to notice the world around me. I noticed that man's downfall was itself. That's when I came up with my own utopia, one full of harbingers of divine vengeance, and I would be their God."

His hand shoots out, his fingers lacing around my neck. He lifts me up from the ground.

I claw at his deadly grip, kicking and struggling. I tried to let my legs reach 1's body and loosen his grip just enough to allow me to escape, but it doesn't work.

"But then I began to wonder about where this new world of mine should be. I was in my bathroom one day as I contemplated this question. I splashed some water on my face and looked into my looking glass. Inspiration struck. A mirror! No one would suspect your mirror to be your doom."

"Please," I croaked as I felt everything below my neck grow numb.

"Gladly."

1 throws me to the ground, my head colliding with stone. Stars shot and spots danced across my vision as nausea hit me like a tidal wave.

1 stomps, sending the ground beneath me shooting into the air.

The force launches my limp body, making it airborne.

I flail as I feel myself fall, panic closing up my throat when I try to take in a sharp breath.

I suddenly stop falling, even though I haven't hit the ground yet. I feel like I'm floating.

1 has me levitating inches from the ground. He sets me on my feet. I fall to my hands and knees, panting and heaving.

"Go on, Mitchell." 1 says, his arms open. "I've had my turn to land a few blows. I want to see how much damage your human form can create."

I grit my teeth as I looked up. I roared as I leapt to my feet and stumbled towards 1, tackling him.

I grab a fistful of his robe and smash his head in. He doesn't even wince. He just lays there with an almost bored expression on his face.

The invisible force from before has me in its grip again and it throws me up to the ceiling. I cry out, the breath getting knocked out of me. He drops me and I fall hard on the floor.

"As I was saying..." 1 says, cracking his neck as he stood. "I knew that I needed to create this world and hide it behind mirrors. But then I needed to figure out how."

My entire body was screaming in pain. I can't take much more of this. I'm going to die.

"The year was 1878 and there were some who still believed in witchcraft, including myself. So I sought the wisdom and guidance of any witch I could find. I learned the ways of magic, because, after all, magic is science we just don't understand. Well, at least man doesn't understand it yet."

My eyelids were getting heavier and it grew harder to breathe. I'm fading. I'm dying.

"I went around the world enchanting mirror after mirror. But, of course, it's impossible to enchant every mirror in the world. So, I visited every factory that manufactured mirrors, enchanting the material used to make them."

I see 1 crouch next to me through the slits of my drooping eyelids. He turns me onto my back, placing his hand over my heart.

I could gradually feel my strength returning. "Why?" I whispered.

"I need you to keep you alive for as long as I can. Surely someone should know my story." 1 replies. He removed his hands and I felt as strong as I was at the beginning. "So, I've just given you some of my life source. Just for you."

I slowly got to my feet since I still had injuries scattered across my body.

"Now, it's time to create the harbingers." 1 continues. "This process was just as difficult as creating the world itself. It took quite some time before I created 2. I decided to pick and choose someone from the earth to act as a Reflection. I would just use a little magic to erase the subject from the earth's timelines, which takes a lot of energy.

"But the magic only lasts as long as the Reflection's life, so when you and 11 were shattered, you were reinserted to your individual timelines and life for you two went on as usual."

Then 1 smiled. "Now that you know my story... I'm going to have to kill you."

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Kirstie's POV

I stood. "I need to check on Mitch." I looked down at my hands. "But... before I do that, I need to know that all of you forgive me for betraying you. In case I don't make it." I look back up.

Avi stood, walking to me. "Kirstie," He began. "I didn't want to believe you did that. I never did, actually. But now that I know... I forgive you."

I smiled.

Avi scratched the back of his neck. "And there's, uh, something else I need to tell you."

I smiled wider. "Say no more." I grabbed his by the front of his shirt and slammed my lips against his.

Avi made some sort of noise in surprise, then kissed me back slowly.

I pull away and rest my forehead against his. "Thank you. For forgiving me."

Avi smiles. "No problem, Kirst. Promise me you'll come back?"

I gave him a sad smile. "I can't promise you that, Avi."

Avi nods.

I walk over to Scott and sit next to him. "Scott?"

He just shook his head.

My heart sank. Scott was usually so kind and forgiving. This wasn't like him.

But then again, if it weren't for me, Mitch would still be on this side of the glass, with Scott.

I nodded and stood, walking over to Kevin.

He doesn't say anything. He just wraps me up in one of his famous bear hugs. I hug him back.

I nod as I back away into the mirror. "Good-bye, everyone."

I fall into the mirror and into the water.

~

Mitch's POV

My heart leapt to my throat as 1 pounced.

I stumbled and slipped, falling flat on my bottom. But hey, it got me out of 1's crazed, destructive path so I can't complain.

I got up quickly and prepared for 1's next attack.

"Dumb luck." 1 mutters as he stamps the ground.

I stood my ground, holding onto anything I could keep a grip on.

1 made the ground swing to one side suddenly, causing me to slip.

I held onto the edge for dear life. I risked a look down and nearly vomited. I swallowed the bile, then my stomach dropped to my feet as I felt the rock drop.

If I didn't move out of the way in time, I may end up losing my legs.

One... two... three!

I leapt and fell on my butt again, but my legs were still attached to my body, so that's good.

Then I felt that invisible force yet again.

"You have got to be kidding me." I sighed.

I let it throw me to the wall.

I. Hate. This. Thing.

I willed myself to break through my invisible bonds. I tried desperately but to no avail.

Well this is just great.

Once the invisible force let me go, I said, "Isn't it my turn?"

"Isn't it our turn?"

Standing at the entrance to the cave were about 13 other people, and they looked angry.

1's head snapped. His mouth dropped open and flapped about as he stuttered. "T-t-traitors! All of you!"

The one at the front raised her eyebrows, folding her arms. "So be it."

"Cecilia," 1 began, running up to her. "You wouldn't do this! I-I-I made you so peaceful and, and--"

"Sound quite panicked, don't you?" Cecilia interrupted. "Sick 'im." She commands the people behind her.

1 is suddenly swamped by rebellious Reflections.

I laughed as I watched them beat the crap out of him.

"2!" 1 cries out. "3! Any of you!"

9 other Reflections come running out, gaping at the sight before them.

They shook their heads, shaking themselves out of their trances and joining the fight.

I felt kinda useless just sitting there, but I felt this was too personal for me to just butt in.

This could be my chance to escape, but Kirstie isn't here to lend me magic to let me enter her Pool.

Just then, Kirstie appeared out of her Pool. Her eyes widened when she saw the outnumbered forces of 1's allies fighting against the rebels.

"How long has this been going on?" She asks me.

"5, 10 minutes?" I replied.

"So it's not too late to join in?" She says.

"I mean, they're already outnumbered, but I guess you could help beat them by that much more." I replied.

"Sweet!" Kirstie cheers, pumping her fist. "You come, too, Mitch."

I shrugged and joined the fight.

I couldn't tell who was friend or foe, so I just kind of went with the flow.

We had been battling for about 20 minutes when I felt someone grab me and throw me to the ground.

Then I was face to face with 1.

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Kirstie's POV

When I looked over, 1 had Mitch pinned to the ground.

1 placed his hand over Mitch's heart, then turned his hand so his palm faced up. He slowly lifted his hand up, golden, shimmering threads pulled from Mitch's chest and lacing around 1's fingers.

He's stealing Mitch's life source.

Mitch screams in pain, trying to stop 1 from killing him, but he's getting weaker and weaker by the second.

1 places Mitch's life source into his chest, the color returning to his face.

Mitch lays there, his chest heaving.

"Mitch!" I cried, running to him. I held him.

"Kirstie," He rasps. "Tell Scott... the same thing... I told you... after I was shattered. Okay?"

I nodded. "'You'll be okay.'"

Mitch nods, a small smile playing at his lips. "And tell him... that I love him. I never got to tell him... face to face."

I nodded again. "Okay, but I think he already knows, Mitchy." I chuckled.

"Tell him... that I always loved him... that I love him... to the moon and back... that I'll never stop loving him... even when I'm gone."

"Okay." I choked out as tears began to spill over.

"Promise me." Mitch's voice was so quiet I could barely hear him.

"I promise, Mitch." I reassured him, taking his hand.

Mitch squeezes.

I squeeze back.

I close my eyes, feeling tears go down my cheeks.

Mitch's grip loosens.

I open my eyes, afraid of what I'll see.

I let out a sob.

I only saw his peaceful face for a single second before his body disintegrated into dust as he fell into oblivion.

I didn't notice everyone was watching until I looked up, seething.

"You killed Mitch!" I roared, dashing towards 1, my tears streaking behind me.

1 throws a lightning bolt at me, but I managed to dodge it.

"Shatter him! Make him pay!" I screamed, pointing at 1's stalactite.

"Do that and I'll shatter you!" 1 yells. But all the rebels were already running to shatter 1.

We did all we could to destroy 1's stalactite.

I punched it as hard as I could, blood flowing freely from my knuckles.

1 threw a lightning bolt, killing the Reflection right next to me.

I nearly threw up as I looked down at his charred corpse.

I swallowed the bile and continued punching.

1 threw fewer lightning bolts as we destroyed his stalactite.

He was soon on the floor, screaming and writhing.

We have him right where we want him. We can kill him right now.

We will win.

Light began to fill the room, 1's screams grew more piercing and bloodcurdling.

I punched out the last piece of 1's existence and it was all over.

When the light faded, I looked at the carnage around me.

Charred corpses from 1's lightning bolts, the blood stains on the floor, the grieving Reflections on their knees, screaming to the sky.

I began to cry again.

We had won, but like all victories, we had casualties.

Mitch is gone. I have to go back to Kevin, Scott, and Avi and tell them.

I watched as people shattered themselves, ready to go back to their old lives.

I stood and dove into my Pool, swimming towards Scott's mirror.

I paused before I returned to the other side of the glass.

How can I tell them Mitch is dead? How can I say that when his body was lost to oblivion?

I closed my eyes, opened them, and entered the other side of the glass.

Scott leapt to his feet when he saw me, but then his lower lip began to tremble when he noticed I was alone.

"Wh-where's Mitch?" He asks, his voice breaking as he spoke Mitch's name.

"Dead." I choked out, though it came out sounding like a squeak.

Scott shook his head, tears rolling down his cheeks. "What? You don't have his body?"

I shook my head. "He must've regained his magic when he entered the other side of the glass, allowing him to enter. But when he..." I trailed off. "The magic was gone. His body is lost in oblivion."

Scott sank to his knees, his shoulders shaking. "He can't be dead, Kirstie." He sobs. "He's my best friend."

I sat down next to him, resting my head on his trembling shoulder. "I promised him I would tell you this."

I rubbed his arm. "He loves you, Scott. To the moon and back. He'll never stop loving you, even now, after he's gone."

"He's not gone. He's gonna come out of that mirror and yell, 'Surprise!' or 'Psych! I gotcha Scotty!'"

"Scott..." Avi began.

"I'd rather watch him die in my arms then have to learn about it like this." Scott bawls. "At least I would know he's dead. Now I'm expecting him to come back out any second now. And I don't like that. That's false hope. I don't want that."

I turned and wrapped him in a tight hug. "Wanna know what else I promised him I would tell you?"

Scott sniffles. "What?"

I smiled. "'You'll be okay.'"

Scott hugs me tighter, his crying getting harder and louder.

I release him from my hug and follow Kevin and Avi out of the bathroom.

Scott needed some time alone.

I could hear him singing.

A light in the room

It was you

Who was standing there

Tried

It was true

As your glance met my stare...

I listened as Scott tearfully sang the heart wrenching ballad.

I felt tears on my cheeks as Scott got to the bridge.

I will break down

The gates of heaven

A thousand angels

Stood waiting for me

Oh, take my heart and

I'll lay down my weapons

Break my shackles

To set me free...

"Mitch," I whispered. "I don't think Scott will be okay."

Trust me. He will be.

And you will, too.

You'll both be okay.