TW'S:
- Blood
- Gore?
- Death

Scott slowly took a step forwards, one hand covering a bloody wound on his stomach, and the other hand holding his bow. His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground. Blood dripped from his wound as he breathed heavily, trying to regain his strength.

I don't have time to care for injuries! Ren's still out there! He thought to himself as he stood up once again, keeping a watchful eye out for the wolf hybrid. When he heard a snap behind him, Scott whipped around, raising his bow and firing. He heard Ren cry out in surprise, and not a moment later, Scott saw the brunette crash through the trees, slashing his sword and trying to hit Scott. Forgetting all about the wound in his stomach, Scott jumped back, firing another arrow that hit Ren on his shoulder. Ren flinched as he felt the arrow enter his body, but quickly pulled it out as he threw it at Scott, to which Scott avoided.

When zombies started to surround Ren, the wolf hybrid started to run away, and now having a good chance, Scott started to fire more arrows in Ren's direction. Some of the arrows hit the zombies, killing a few of them, and the rest of the arrows either missed or hit Ren spot on. Ren cried out, he was being attacked by both zombies and Scott. Blood poured from his wounds, and he was very low on hearts.

"Scott! Why are you doing this!" Ren cried out, his heart pounding and his body aching.

"I have to! You killed Pearl!" Scott yelled, sending his final arrow at Ren's direction.

It hit Ren, and lightning cracked.

And Ren was out, just like that.

Scott slowly lowered his bow, turning around to see the moon behind him. We won. He was the winner of Last Life. Now that the adrenaline rush had ended just as quickly as his came, Scott fell to the ground again. The wound on his stomach was now worse from Scott's movements, and his whole body felt achy and exhausted. Looking up at the moon, Scott saw a bright purple symbol in the moon, before lightning struck him, and he died. The spot where he was sitting on just seconds before showed no trace of him, just like he vanished into thin air.

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When Scott awoke again, he found himself in a dark room, his wound was healing, and there was no one with him.

Where am I? He thought. Turning around, he decided to look around more to try and find something, but he only found himself face-to-face with a Watcher.

"Scott... Join us Scott... Join us, the winner of Last Life... Our winner.." They spoke. Scott shuddered, quickly taking a step backwards, before fleeing. The Watcher was quick to chase him, and grabbed his arms, forcing Scott to look at the Watcher.

"It's rude to flee, you know? How about this; You join us, and we won't hurt your loved ones. Is that a good deal?" The Watcher threatened Scott, who's face went pale. Before he opened his mouth to speak, a purple flash clouded his vision, and he disappeared. When he awoke again, Scott saw a familiar face.

"Scott!"

"Grian..?"

But just as Scott thought he was safe, 'Grian' shapeshifted into a Watcher.

"Oh there you are, our winner.."