(A/N -This chapter contains a lot of cursing.)

Damn, Mitch really screwed up my wrist... Jason thought to himself as he looked down at his wrist. He checked it out after he had gotten home, and he was pretty sure that it was broken. He had tied it in a tight bandage as a makeshift cast, but it still hurt like hell.

Jason yawned loudly as he stepped into the kitchen, catching the attention of Adam and Quentin, who were chatting by the counter. Adam's face lit up as Jason walked in, but Quentin was giving him a wary look.

"Jason! You're okay!" Adam yelled happily, running over to Jason and pulling him into a tight hug. Jason yelped in surprise, pushing against Adam's chest in a futile attempt to free himself from Adam's grasp.

"We were so worried about you!" Adam continued, "After we found out about those psycho dreams that Mitch had, and the thing about the raven-thingy dying, and then there was that really bad storm after you ran out of the house..."

"Wait, you know about the prophecy?!?" Jason exclaimed, finally freeing himself from Adam's grasp.

"Jerome and Ian tried to explain what was going on with Mitch last night. Ian made sure that we knew about the prophecy, and the dreams that Mitch had been having." Quentin said quietly, finally seeming to find his voice, "Ian seemed very worried about it, but then again, I would be worried too if I were to find out that one of my best friends is supposed to die."

"Quentin thought that it would be a good idea to pester Ian and Jerome about why the hell Mitch didn't tell us anything." Adam added, a tone of sourness in his voice as he gave a quick glare to Quentin, seeming unhappy with him.

Quentin returned the glare. "They told us that Mitch was just afraid. Not much of an excuse, if you ask me. What would he have to even be afraid of?"

"H-He was afraid!" Jason protested, trying not to flinch under Quentin's accusing glare. "Imagine what he's going through right now, or what he went through when this all started happening to him! How was he supposed to tell you!"

"He lied." Quentin hissed.

"He died." Jason growled back in reply. He paused for a moment, before he continued.

"You have no justification saying these things Quentin. You don't even know what Mitch has been through. You don't have even a sliver of an idea what Mitch is feeling, or what he thinks about this whole situation!"

Quentin and Adam stared in surprise at Jason, and even he had to pause and register what he had said. He had quoted Ian, nearly word for word from what Ian had yelled at Jason during their argument. Jason felt himself tear up a bit as he finished the quote, from one of the last things Ian had said to him before his death.

"Hell, I don't even completely know."

Jason was aware of the single tear that fell from his eye, but he quickly blinked the rest away. Now wasn't the time for him to look weak.

Adam looked between his two friends with a worried expression on his face, as if he didn't know who to side with. He took a small step towards Jason, and Quentin gave him a glare full of such anger that Adam flinched and froze in place.

Quentin opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a buzzing noise that cut through the air. Feeling Adam and Quentin's stares on him, Jason took his phone out of his pocket, seeing that he had gotten a text.

Mitch: we need to talk, come upstairs?

Jason gulped, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"Who was that?" Quentin asked with a suspicious look in his eyes. Jason did his best to ignore him, and he turned and walked out of the kitchen, mouthing a 'sorry' to Adam before he made his way upstairs.

Running down the hallway, Jason knocked on Mitch's door, and after hearing Mitch call him inside, he slowly opened the door and entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

Mitch was sitting criss-crossed on his bed, both of his wings open behind him. While his broken wing still looked the same, opened awkwardly at a strange angle behind his back, his scorched wing was looking a bit better, sleek white feathers starting to patch over the charred black ones. Though Jason couldn't see the wounds on his back, Jason could see that the wound that stretched onto the side of his neck looked a lot better. Jason remembered Mitch mentioning fast-healing, but he hadn't expected wounds like that to look so clean just overnight. I wished that I had that power... Jason thought to himself, unconsciously reaching towards his broken wrist with his other hand.

"Jason," Mitch said, his voice quiet, as if he were afraid of anyone else hearing them. "We need to talk about what we're going to tell the others about... Ian."

Jason gulped. He knew that they needed to think about what they were going to say about Ian's death, but it really did seem like there wasn't any way to correctly explain it. How would you even begin to explain such a thing?

"Well," Jason started, "Maybe we-"

Jason was interrupted by a loud scream echoing through the house, and he and Mitch's faces paled, looking at each other with worried looks on their faces.

Mitch whispered, just loud enough so that Jason could hear him.

"I think that our time for thinking is up."

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"WHAT THE HELL?!?!?"

Jerome's eyes shot wide open as he shot into an upright position in his bed, surprised by Adam's scream echoing through the house. Confused, Jerome quickly grabbed his phone from the nightstand next to his bed and turned it on, glancing at the time. It said "9:53'.

Crap...! Jerome thought to himself as he quickly jumped out of his bed and toward his door, which he hastily threw open, running out into the hallway.

As Jerome stumbled into the hallway, he noticed that Adam and Quentin were standing outside of Ian's bedroom, horrified looks on both of their faces, Adam's eyes wide open with a hand clapped over his mouth, and Quentin looking sick to his stomach. It took a few moments for them to realize that Jerome was standing by them, and when they did, they only stared at him in silence, neither wanting to speak.

Shit, shit, we didn't even have time to think of an explanation for this!?!?!

"Guys," Jerome said slowly, putting his hands up in a defensive position as he tried to keep a calm tone in his voice. "Let me explain-"

"Explain?!" Quentin snapped, interrupting Jerome mid-sentence, "Ian is lying in his bed dead, all bloodied up, and with a broken neck, and you're worried about an explanation?!?!?" A look of fury had now replaced Quentin's formerly horror-struck expression, and his fists were clenched at his sides.

"Y-You knew about this already!" Adam said as a look of realization appeared on his face, and his eyes widened. "But when...h-how?"

"I... Um..." Jerome said, his voice trailing off. He and Jason hadn't exactly figured out how they were going to explain the news of Ian's death to Adam, Quentin, and Ty overnight. Actually, Jerome was secretly hoping that either Jason or Mitch would have thought of something by the morning. Jerome sighed, frustrated. I guess I have to figure this myself don't I? Jerome thought to himself, trying to avoid eye contact with the furious Quentin. Jerome instead looked over to Adam, who was staring at the floor, a forlorn expression look on his face and tears welling up in his eyes.

Jerome was about to say something when there was the sound of a door opening from behind Quentin and Adam. Jerome tilted his head a bit to see that Jason and Mitch walking out of Mitch's room. Mitch looked confused, while Jason looked at Quentin and Adam with wide eyes as his face-paled.

"Don't think that you're getting out of this Jason! You have a lot of explaining to do!"

Jason flinched, his gaze shifting to Mitch before looking at Jerome, a nervous look in his eyes. He doesn't have anything to say... Jerome thought, He knows that it's Mitch that has to do the explaining... and I agree.

"Look, if we can just calm down for a second," Jerome started, slowly stepping toward Adam and Quentin, trying to keep a calm tone in his voice.

"Calm down?!?!?" Quentin yelled, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as he glared at Jerome angrily. "You three were obviously aware of this already!" Quentin said, motioning to Jerome, Mitch, and Jason. "I'm sick and tired of not knowing anything!"

"Jason knew..."

The quiet murmur came from Adam, who was now looking at Mitch and Jason. The forlorn look in his eyes was now mixed with one of anger, and his mouth opened in a snarl, before he yelled.

"YOU KNEW!"

There was no time to react before Adam threw himself at Jason, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and lifting him up, pinning him up against the wall as Jason yelled in surprise. Jerome yelled in protest, and he was aware of Mitch yelling too. Quentin had his eyes narrowed, watching in silence, his eyes flickering between Adam and Jason, and Mitch's exposed wings. Jerome noticed a door creak open from behind Mitch, a sleepy Ty popping his head out in confusion, his brown eyes widening in shock at the scene playing out in front of them. Adam ignored them, screaming in anger.

"You knew about this! You knew that Ian was dead! Yet you waltz in this morning and talk as if everything was fine, while Ian was lying in his room, fucking dead!!! Meanwhile, you argue with Quentin about how we should not be mad at Mitch, while he probably was involved in this shit too!"

Jerome flinched, seeing an expression of anguish on Mitch's face as the final words left Adam's mouth, Mitch's wings drooping behind him. Jerome was surprised to find himself yelling, a furious expression on his face.

"Don't you dare blame Mitch you bastard!" Jerome screamed.

Adam glared daggers at Jerome, but didn't have a chance to reply before Mitch suddenly jumped forward, grabbing the back of Adam's shirt and hurling the older man to the ground with ease. Jason fell to the floor as well, yelping in pain, having landed on a hand that was wrapped in a bandage.

"You don't think that I know that Ian is dead because of me?!?!?" Mitch screamed, starting to tear up as he continued. "You don't think that I fucking know that?? I would give up my life for his anytime! He died to protect us god dammit! Protecting us was the only thing that he wanted. He told me that I should tell you about my wings as soon as he found about them, but he still helped me hide them, because that's the kind of friend that he was!" Mitch fell to his knees, everyone staring at him in disbelief. "Ian didn't deserve to die. He did everything he could to protect the Raven. He never even cared that it might've been him..."

Mitch was crying freely now, his wings closed behind him, shaking as he sobbed on the ground, Jason scooting towards him and grabbing him reassuringly.

Only Ty and Jerome heard the doorbell ring from downstairs, and Ty quickly sidestepped around everyone else, running downstairs to get the door.

Jerome couldn't hear what he was saying, but as Ty ran backstairs, he had a shocked expression on his face, and in an exasperated voice he said shakily.

"Jason, there's a girl named Weiss Thompson at the door, and she wants to see you."