Well, this may or may not be the last chapter. Lots of people will die, you probably will be confused by what happens, but it'll be great. Please listen to the song above, it really fits this story!

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Katelyn's POV

We stand there for a couple of moments, nothing but silence lingering. Travis' breathing pattern is sucking in short breaths while coughing every other three seconds. It's not too loud, but I wouldn't be surprised if everyone knew he was scared.

I mean, I'm scared and I barely even know these people. "Surprised, are we Travis?" The Demon Warlock asks with a slight tinge of humor in his deep voice. Travis doesn't reply, but now holds a large silver dagger behind his back.

"Aren't you gonna talk to me? After all we've been through... wouldn't you want to talk to your own father? After figuring out he wasn't dead?" Too much sarcasm is laced in his voice, and I speak up. "Why are you here? We haven't done anything to try and stop you yet you come to kill us? Come to kill your own flesh and blood?"

Derek is the first one to flash a distasteful smile. "Well, we're pretty could at killing mortals, it's kind of our job," Derek continues, "So why not finish off with our grand finale, the hospital. A place crowded with injured and vulnerable people." I stare at him, disgusted.

Kill a whole hospital full of people? I turn, suddenly realizing that the floor we're on is mysteriously quiet. I peer into the door next to me, and a little boy with a bald head lays in a bed, sleeping soundly. Where are all the doctors? Nurses? Anyone?

"Yes it all sounds so morbid, but we figured; they're already suffering. Why not just give them a quick and painless death?" The Demon Warlock laughs, and my eyes fix onto the little boy again. He doesn't even look to be eight years old and this man here supposedly wants to kill him.

I look over at the whiteboard in front of his door:

Jason Anderson
Six Years Old
Lung Cancer - Curable

I go lost for words. This kid is only six. This time Jeffory speaks up. "The police are already coming. You don't possibly have enough time to kill everyone in this hospital and survive." Relief floods through me. He's right.

The Demon Warlock smiles. "Do you think we're killing every person singlehandedly? No, we're taking the much easier route." Only one word flashes in my mind, bomb. Is it already in the hospital? Is it already counting down to zero so it can blow us into bits and pieces?

I do the first thing that comes to mind, get everyone out of the hospital. "Create a distraction while I get everyone out." I whisper into Travis' ear. He nods, and walks towards the two men. This seems to catch them off guard.

I run into Jason's room.

Gold's POV

My hands shake from the cold, and I press my head against the smooth bark. Why did I do that? Why did I let my feelings control me? And I just left, making it even worse. Katelyn could be alive, but they could also be in danger. Thinking about any of them being killed makes me wince.

"You gotta go back Gold. For family... for friends." I whisper to myself, and I walk back towards the now small looking hospital. Did I really walk that far? I start jogging, reserving my energy for the horrors that may lie inside the front doors.

It started off with the ringing of my ears, from shrapnel shooting out various parts of the building, to screams and cries of the people inside. Oh no. Someone's blowing up the hospital. It started at the top, probably hundreds of bombs going off. Slowly making its way to the bottom.

I don't hesitate, I sprint until my legs scream for me to stop. I run and run until I'm at the front of the building. They could be anywhere in there and I'm probably gonna die. Like a blind man searching for something that doesn't exist. But I go in anyway. People push past me, eager to get out of the building, some wearing nothing but the thin sheet they give you to cover up if you're sick.

"You won't stand a chance against the flames!" A woman yells at me, a child wrapping fearful arms around her neck. "They'll be no survivors on the upper floors!" An older man yells at me, limping his ways towards any possible exit.

I finally just decide to shut everything out. Am I doing this out of guilt? Possibly. I can't even predict myself anymore, it's just crazy. Maybe I'm just losing my sanity. I run towards the staircase, remembering how in grade school they taught us not to use the elevators when there's a fire.

When me and Joslyn were in the same class... and I'd joke about how she was in love with Trevor Direnti. If only things were still that simple. I go up multiple staircases, weaving my way through hoards of people. That's when my ears suddenly stopped ringing.

The second floor is when I started familiar shouting, maybe even a sob. And I picture Jeffory, Katelyn, Joslyn, and Jessie erupt into flames, and my heart aches. Pushing through the door, I see only eight people standing there. Some familiar, some not.

"We've got to go, now!" I scream at them, not taking notice of how Katelyn is alive and well. They seem to be frozen, and I look at how two of the four unfamiliar people are holding up guns. One pointed straight at me, probably already cocked while the man's finger lingers creepily close to the trigger.

Out of instinct, he'll probably shoot it. Even if he didn't mean to do it on purpose. I take in a deep breath, and see that Katelyn has a little boy on her shoulders. We've got to get out of here. More and more explosions, getting closer and closer. I think back to when me and Joslyn were on that elevator.

How many levels there were, or at least the highest number I saw was fifteen. Then the screaming starts all over again, an addition of sirens invading my ears. I go to scratch my forehead, and before I can react, the man pulls the trigger.

Lucinda's POV

It happened all too fast.

I was unconscious, one of my memories creeping its way back into my mind. My worst fear. Losing my brother.

It was a late autumn night, nothing but the wind blowing through my hair and a book enclosed in my hands. Quiet and peaceful, how I like it. But my brother Leo had different plans. He was running around, yelling as he ran down the hill and panting as he came back up. My cute, younger brother.

I sigh, unable to control the smile that comes across my lips. "We gotta go soon home Leo!" I yell at him, and in exchange I get a groan. I was seventeen at the time, and he was fourteen. Even though he was acting like a five year old.

Surprisingly, a couple minutes later he walks up to me, a freshly picked bouquet of flowers in his hands. "Is this for me?" I ask sheepishly, curious at his sudden act of kindness. "No, they're for me," he winks, continuing "I just feel like since Mom and Dad are gone, you should have these. For taking care of me these past couple of years." It's a small gesture, but my heart warms.

I stand up, take the flowers from his hands, and pull him in a hug. "Thanks Leo." I whisper, and he looks up at me, tears in his eyes. "What if I ever lose you? Would you ever leave me?" He asks, and I contain my small amount of laughter. "I would never leave you. And unless you plan on feeding me doughnuts the rest of my life, I'll always be there for you." He smiles.

"What- What if you ever lose me?" I knew the question was coming, but I never really thought of an answer. "I won't ever lose you. Please don't leave me." I whisper to him, wiping away his sudden tears. "I won't."

Then the sirens. We look around simultaneously, me stuffing the flowers into my bag while Leo just stands there. "We need to run." I tell him, grabbing onto his limp arm. He just stands there, completely frozen. "We have to go!" I scream at him, begging to come along so we don't get caught.

He ignores me. My own baby brother ignoring me. They grab him by the arms first, kicking him so he'll be on his knees. I scream, running towards him, and the cop pulls out a gun. "Stay there Ma'am." He directs, but I slap him across the face.

I kick the two guards, and pull Leo to his feet. "We have to surrender. Please. For me." Were the last words, begging he said to me. And was I guilty. He wanted to be done with this running, he was tired and just wanted to be with Mom and Dad again. The two cops kick me down to lay on the floor, and I hear a gunshot go off.

Looking up, I see my brother falling dead to the ground. An ear piercing scream escapes my lungs. First a scream, into a sob.

I did this to him.

I jolt with a wake, my eyes adjusting to the light. And I turn over, seeing the cop pointing the gun at my brother. My second chance. I jump with an instant, and the sound of the gunshot makes me wanna vomit. Or maybe it was the pain in my chest.

I fall over, coughing out blood. While my brother lets out a scream. I saved him though, I saved him. The cop frowns, throwing his probably now empty gun to the ground as my brother stares me straight in the eyes. But this time his eyes are now green, and he has shaggy blond hair. Wait, this isn't my brother.

The man stares at me, dumbfounded. And the last thing I hear is the sound of a boy's little voice. "Please, we have to surrender. For me." Tears stream down my cheeks and white light encloses me.

Travis' POV

I stare at Lucinda, tears resting in my eyes. Non-hesitantly, I run straight at my father and Derek. "Run!" I scream at the rest of them, and I hear their footsteps go down the staircase. I cut my father in the arm, and he just smiles. More bombs.

I keep stabbing in awkward angles, not knowing if I even hit flesh. Their pained cries suddenly fill the room, and the both of them fall. I couldn't have killed them that easily. Then I suddenly see my reflection through the glass, my hair dark gray. I killed my own father.

And I turn around, my gaze finding a little boy with a bald head. I grab onto him, and pull him down the staircase. The bombs go off on the second floor, and I trip down the last step. Then the first floor bombs go off.

It seemed fake, almost as if a loud popping sound erupted throughout the hospital. But I was wrong. I pick up the boy, putting him on my shoulders as he lets out short sobs. Fire eats away at my skin, charring it to make me look like burnt bacon. I sprint, seeing the others outside waiting for us.

Forty yards.

Thirty yards.

Twenty yards.

Five yards.

Another explosion.

The boy jumps off of my shoulders, landing safely outside as shrapnel tears into my skin. I fall onto the ground, hearing Katelyn's screams. It digs deeper and deeper into my skin until I go numb. No doctor can fix this. No father can make up for his past.

I inhale the smoke, one last breath of tiny oxygen as the fire and metal tears me into another life. Possibly a better one.

It was the three words from Lucinda that kept me hanging on until the end. "I love you."

And it was the one smile from Cadenza that told me I wasn't in love with Katelyn or Lucinda.

It was the helping arms that attempted to pull me out of the fire, to save me, that made me think I didn't have that bad of a life. But they were too late.

Jeffory's POV

I don't know why I did it. I tried to save Travis' life even though I thought I hated him. But it was the pain in Katelyn's eyes that partially made me do it. But I was too late. Blood covers my hands, fire burns my fingers as I pulled him out of that mess.

It might've just made things worse. Dragging him in front of everybody, Katelyn wraps her arms around me. I frown. She's doing it because she thinks I saved him, but I didn't. She's doing it because I'm her last resort.

But in my heart, my heart says screw it. I wrap my arms around her and pull my lips to hers. She doesn't pull away. The little boy makes a gagging sound, and I look back at Travis. I tried. But the shrapnel got the best of him.

Then I finally look Katelyn in the eyes and they turn from dark blue to light blue. "Jeffory." She scolds, her voice sounding clear and familiar for once. Does she remember?

And the same thing happens again. She starts walking away.

"Katelyn- LISTEN TO ME." I yell at her, grabbing onto her arm. "Jeffory... I can't. You left me when I was hurting, my best friend just died right in front of me!" She yells at me, and I become sad.

The crowd forms around us, and I see Joslyn, Gold, and Jessie with sad expressions. "Katelyn... I'm sorry. I really am-" I start to say, but it's the tears in her eyes that make me shut up. I stay silent. I look at the ground, guilt consuming me. She's right. It's my fault.

But then the mood changes.

"I love you." She whispers to me, and I don't even hesitate my next words. "Don't worry... I love you too." She walks up to me, and tears drop from her face. Wrapping her arms around me once again, she kisses me. And I'm glad that for this one time I don't have to run after her.

And that is it! That is the ending of Jefflyn - Love Is A Strong Word! Thank you so much for reading, and I promise to get this story edited ASAP. Did you like the little thing I did at the end? (I liked it too.)

All characters belong to Aphmau except for the Original and Fan-Made ones! Don't forget to like this chapter, and please share it with friends!

Special thanks to _itsjust_sam for the character Joslyn, she was an awesome addition to the story! And to Goldendragonseal for the character Gold, he was a great helper in the story! And lastly, a special thanks to 8RandomFangirl8 for the character Jessie, she was a fun addition to the story! Go check those people out!

And finally, I'd like to thank PastelMai for the amazing cover for this book! I mean, thanks for being such a great artist! They've all been a huge help to the story, and I don't know where I'd be without them! Go check out Mari also!

There also will be a new book coming out next month, so don't worry!

Love you guys! -Reese

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