Mitch opened his eyes, part of him expecting to find himself in the white space where Weiss roamed, but he instead found himself in another place, which was pitch black. Mitch stood up, looking around with a look of confusion on his face, his hoodie absent and his wings moving slightly behind him. He couldn't make out any shapes, any figures. It was just darkness.

"H-Hello...?" He called out, uncertainty in his voice. Mitch received no reply, his voice just echoing in the black space. He took a step forward, the 'ground' around his foot lighting up a bit, but only briefly before it faded again. He shook his head, before picking a random direction and walking that way.

Mitch had no idea how long he had been travelling for, but he still hadn't found anything else, just the same darkness. He had eventually taken off and flew around the space, finding it a bit harder to fly without wind to aid him. The air was just still, and freezing cold.

Mitch sighed, landing on the ground and shuttinghis wings behind him, the ground lighting up a wider space. Once again, it faded.Mitch was about to start walking again, before he saw something out of the corner of his vision.

It was a faint, flickering blue light. One that was very easy to miss to someone who wasn't paying attention. Mitch, who had been in the space for who knows how long with nothing but pitch black nothingness, eagerly opened his wings and flew toward it, his wings flapping loudly as he sped across the black landscape.

He landed as the light grew closer, and Mitch realized that the flickering light seemed to be heading toward him as well. Mitch ran up to meet it, his steps creating white lights as he went. It only took a few seconds for him to find what he was looking for, his jaw dropping.

The source of the light was from a strange figure, whose footsteps were creating blue lights, like how Mitch's had created white ones. The figure was in the shape of a human, but it was more like a silhouette, not having any distinct features that Mitch could see, its face completely blank. The figure also seemed to be made out of a color that looked a bit like the night sky.

Mitch stepped in front of the figure, trying to get its attention, but the figure didn't seem to notice him. In fact, the figure passed right through him. "This is too weird..." Mitch mumbled.

Mitch continued the figure, both white and blue lights speckling their path as Mitch continued to try and get its attention. Minutes passed, before the figure abruptly stopped in its tracks. Mitch stopped as well, watching as the figure spun its head to the side. Mitch watched, an eyebrow raised as the figure seemed to look off into space.

Mitch turned his head as well, and Mitch saw what the figure was 'looking' at. It was a golden light, and it was hovering in the air, illuminating the black space around it. Mitch flinched as the figure ran toward the light, breaking into a sprint. The light seemed to be trying to avoid the figure as it ran after it, the figure not giving up the chase. Mitch quickly opened his wings and flew quickly after them.

The chase went on for a while, the light sometimes turning in a random direction, making Mitch do sharp turns to continue the chase. The light eventually disappeared, and the figure stopped, looking around, seeming to be flustered. Mitch landed next to it, watching with a confused expression.

The figure suddenly snapped its head to the left, and before Mitch could react, his vision was filled with a blinding white light, making Mitch cover his eyes.

When the light faded, and Mitch uncovered his eyes, the figure was absent, and Mitch felt like there was something wet on his shirt. He looked down, before letting out a loud scream. He stumbled back, his eyes wide. In place of the figure was a pool of blood, some of which was spread onto Mitch's white v-neck.

Mitch didn't have any time to think before something sparked above him. The Benja's head snapped up to see that above him was the same golden light that the figure had been chasing before. Mitch stepped away from it, continuing only a few feet before his back hit something cold. He spun around to see that his back had hit a thin pillar, which was made up of bright white light.

These pillars were all around him, creating a cage, the pillars reaching up meters and meters in the air, approaching the golden light. "What the hell?!?!?" Mitch yelled, finding that the spaces between the poles were too small for him to squeeze out of the cage. The only way was to fly up.

Growling, Mitch spread his wings and kicked off of the ground, soaring and reaching for the light. He flew higher and higher, but the light still seemed so far away, the white pillars of light still surrounding him. Suddenly, Mitch felt something yank him downward.

Mitch struggled, feeling the strong tugging on his left wrist, Mitch flapping his wings wildly as he continued to slowly be dragged down. Mitch turned in the air in attempt to see what was pulling him down. But when he looked at his wrist, there was nothing there, but Mitch could feel what felt like chain around it, despite nothing being there.

Mitch, scared and confused, continued to struggle, but the force pulling him was much, much stronger, and with one final pull, Mitch was sent flying downward toward the ground. He was flapping his wings, but the effort was a waste, and he continued to fly downward. Mitch eventually let his wings go limp, giving up the struggle as the golden light disappeared from view. As the ground quickly approached, Mitch closed his eyes, tears beginning to form.

You can't save him.

A moment later Mitch hit the ground.

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Mitch's eyes flew open, letting out a yell as he jerked and sat up in his bed, his wings springing out from behind him.

"Mitch! Calm down!"

"Ian?"

Ian had both of his hands on Mitch's shoulders, and was staring at him with concern on his face. "Dude, are you okay?!?!?"

"I-I'm fine." Mitch mumbled, shaking his head.

"You're lying." Ian said back.

"W-what?" Mitch stuttered. "H-how could you...?"

"That's because you're crying."

Mitch reached up and felt his cheek, and indeed, he felt tear-streaks on his face.

"Mitch..."

Ian was interrupted by Mitch throwing himself into Ian, his arms wrapping around his neck. Ian flinched as Mitch cried into his shoulder, but he relaxed, and patted his back reassuringly. "Want to talk about it?" Ian asked, before feeling Mitch shake his head, still on his shoulder. Ian let Mitch cry into his shoulder for a few minutes, before Mitch finally sat back, sniffling and wiping the tears his eyes.

"Better?" Ian asked, a reassuring smile on his face.

"Yeah, thanks Ian." Mitch said, a small smile on his face. "What are you doing up here anyway?"

Ian's face softened a bit before replying. "I was coming up to remind you of the challenge we were doing today,"

"Oh god." Mitch mumbled.

"Yup," Ian laughed, "And when I came in here, your wings were freaking out, and you were mumbling in your sleep."

"Did you hear anything I said?" Mitch asked, curious to what he might have said.

Ian shook his head. "No, I couldn't even understand what you had said."

Mitch sighed. "What time is it anyways?"

"About six..."

"Phew..." Mitch sighed.

"...in the afternoon."

"WHAT?!?!?!!?" Mitch yelled, jumping from his bed. "CRAP WHY DIDN'T ANYONE WAKE ME UP EARLIER?!?!?!?" Mitch yelled again, grabbing his hoodie from the end of his bed, putting it on before running out of his room and downstairs. Ian assumed he fell down the stairs and into Jerome, as he heard a pair of yells from downstairs. Ian smiled and shook his head, following after him.

(A/N: Don't you love it when you accidentally delete half of your chapter? Yaaaaaaaaaaay... I had to rewrite this chapter, but it came out better this way anyhow. Remember kids, don't forget to save often... Darn it.       

Also, as a side note, there will not be any ships in this story. That means no Merome. Just thought I would let you know.         

Fun Fact: It took me three hours to write and rewrite this chapter, and I only listened to three songs during that time. These songs were "This is Gospel" by Panic! at the Disco (look at the chapter title... also my favorite song...), "Willow Tree March" by the Paper Kites, and "The Doctor is Dying" by the Chameleon Circuit. Why am I saying this again?)