Hudson stared at me like I had grown four heads. I waited for him to say something, or rather shout something, but he just gazed at me. I returned his gaze with a frown.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Ah..."

"Ah?"

Hudson opened his mouth and looked like he was about to shout at me, then shut it, frowning to himself. From one emotion to another emotion flickered onto his face. Eventually he frowned, and narrowed his eyes.

"When I get outside, I'm calling an ambulance and the police, and then I'm coming back for you," he told me, his expression hard.

I was surprised as first to his agreement, but recovered quickly. I shook my head. "I'll meet you out there if I..."

"If you what?"

I shook my head. "Never mind. Go call the cops and ambulance then."

Hudson grabbed my hand and held on to it, staring at me with penetrating eyes. I couldn't help but notice how his hand was shaking. I squeezed it tightly.

"I want to hear it from you first," he said.

I raised an eyebrow. "Hear what?"

"What you feel about me."

I immediately blushed, looking down at the ground. "W-why?"

I asked the question, but we both knew the answer to it. He tightened his grip on my hand.

"Say it, Willow. Please."

"I..." I hesitated, my palms growing sweaty.

"Please," he repeated and I felt his eyes on my face.

"I... I l-love," I stuttered, blushing furiously.

"Look at me, Emmery."

I slowly looked up into his piercing eyes. They were soft and caring. I hesitated again, trying to get the words out of my mouth. Who knew confessing could be so hard?

Hudson sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "Guess it's one-sided."

"Huh?"

"You don't love me back," he stated simply.

"Of course I love you!" I confessed, shock and outrage passing on my face. "Are you stupid? Why do you think--"

Hudson grinned, leaning in and cutting me off by giving me a quick peck on the lips. "Glad to hear it."

I blushed again at the contact, then scowled at him. "Don't I get an 'I love you' too?"

"I've already said it, so if you want to hear it again, get out to me as quick as possible," he responded, giving my hand another squeeze before letting go.

I nodded, and slowly smiled back. "Sounds good."

He nodded, turning back to Matt. "Be safe."

"You too."

I watched as Hudson hoisted Matt onto his back. He turned around and threw one last glance at me. I smiled and gave him a small wave. He nodded at me and started down the hallway.

I took a deep breath and turned to the door we had came through, the one that led to the ballroom. Now the nerves were getting to me. My hands were soaked with sweat, and the shook slightly. I clenched my fist and forced myself to walk to the door. I opened it slowly, peeking into the ballroom.

In the middle was the Butterfly, standing perfectly still. His head was tilted up, and he was watching something on the ceiling with amusement. I glanced up there to see what it was, but nothing came to my attention.

Fear suddenly took control of my body and I froze in mid-step. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Why was I growing scared now? I had to distract him. I swallowed my fears and made a beeline for him. His eyes slowly slid to mine, and an amused smirk crossed his face. He opened his arms wide.

"Ah, I knew you would come."

I watched him warily, stopping ten feet away. "How?"

He shook his head. "Emmery, Emmery. Haven't you realized it yet? This was all a set-up by me."

"What was?" I asked, furrowing my eyes in confusion.

"Everything," he stressed, his smirk growing wider.

I scowled, crossing my arms. "I don't know what that's supposed to mean!"

He tapped his finger on his chair, his smirk shrinking momentarily. "You're not as smart as I thought."

"Tell me!"

He sighed. "Tsk, impatience isn't a good trait."

I gave him a flat look. "I didn't..." I trailed off. Talking was good. I could stall him by getting him to talk.

"But I want you to know," the Butterfly responded, shaking his head. "I want to let you know how perfectly everything worked out... well almost perfectly."

I rolled my eyes. How was I supposed to learn anything if he was so vague?

"Let me start by saying that everything that has happened since you moved here was planned by me," the Butterfly said. He frowned slightly. "Well besides the part about making it so your mom would let you move. That was before you moved here, but I still made her say yes to you."

I scoffed. "I'm the one who convinced her, nice try though."

The Butterfly raised an amused eyebrow. "Why do you think she said yes after saying no so many times? Did you really think you just wore her out?"

I frowned slowly. It had been weird that out of the blue my mom said she'd let me move to the town over by myself. But surely it was just because I would keep asking her until I got a yes...

"And then what were the chances that you'd meet a boy with almost the same powers as you the first day you moved here?" the Butterfly continued, watching me with amusement. "That was also set up by me."

"It's possible," I denied. "I met him by chance."

The Butterfly laughed. "Who do you think gave Hudson those powers? I knew somehow the two of you would meet, I just had to make sure he had the power, and he met you at the correct time."

I shook my head. "I don't believe you."

The Butterfly sighed heavily. "Haven't you found it weird that Hudson had photos, and Matt had a newspaper article to help them? Both tangible items. But you had to look into your reflection, and you got an actual vision. You were born with being able to see, Hudson and Matt had their... 'gifts' thrust upon them, by me."

My eyes widened slightly. He had proved a very powerful point. Hudson's photos and Matt's newspaper were both things they could touch. Now those things were destroyed, and they wouldn't be able to predict the future again. And they were destroyed simply. But with me, my visions could only be destroyed by...

I gasped in realization, my eyes widening. The Butterfly nodded, smirking smugly.

"Caught on, have you? Death. That's what awaits you know."

I swallowed nervously, my mouth running dry. "B-but... if that's what you planned, why didn't you do it from the beginning? Why give Hudson and Matt powers? Why not just kill me when I first got here?"

"It's simple. That wouldn't have been as amusing."

I froze, my mind going blank for a minute. Amusing? It wouldn't have been amusing? My fists clenched harder and I glared at the Butterfly.

"Then all those people... all those accidents we stopped..."

"They were nothing but pawns," the Butterfly responded with a wave on the hand. "Whether they lived or died didn't matter to me."

My breathing was hard and ragged now. I tried to calm myself by taking a few deep breaths. Who did this guy think he was? You couldn't just waste a human life because you were bored!

"Matt was a pawn as well," the Butterfly continued, oblivious to my emotions. "That's why he was supposed to die right when you got here... I don't know how he managed to survive... a fluke, probably."

"Just like when Hudson slipped on that glass bird," I pointed out, remembering the moment. "You hadn't been expecting that."

The Butterfly laughed. "How'd you know?"

"I saw his death."

The Butterfly frowned. "I wasn't aware of that. But yes, that wasn't supposed to happen. But what really shocked me was the glass bird itself."

"Why?"

The Butterfly smirked again. "That was made by me. It was so I could keep an eye on you. I gave it to Hudson, and told him it'd be important in saving his life one day if he gave it to the girl who shared the same ability as him. Of course I could have kept an eye on you anyway... however, the glass bird made things more simple. And Hudson was easily convinced."

"That was a lie? His death date, I mean," I responded, my eyes growing wide.

"Yes. Hudson Matthews was never supposed to die," the Butterfly told me. "June 17th, his set death day, that was made up."

I stared at him. "You're kidding."

The Butterfly shook his head. "Why would I lie? I've been telling the truth this whole time."

"Hudson would have known something was up."

"I erased his memory," the Butterfly said, his eye brows furrowing. "I thought that would have been obvious."

"But Hudson... he thought he couldn't die and did dangerous and stupid things!"

"Which was very amusing."

"You psychotic bastard!" I accused, glaring at him with as much hatred as I could muster. "Why would you play with a human's life like that? It's wrong! It's disturbing! What kind of monster are you?"

"I don't know," the Butterfly responded simply. "The most horrid kind, I suppose. A God, perhaps."

"A God?" I repeated, my eyes widening.

"It was as almost as if we were playing God."

"You're trying to play God by saving these people's life."

"I'm not the one playing God here. Those things were supposed to happen for a reason."

I shook my head. "Definitely not a God. Maybe a devil."

The Butterfly chuckled. "Maybe so. Though it doesn't matter, you're still going to die."

I didn't have a second to react before I was thrown off my feet by a force I couldn't see. I sailed a few feet back, until I hit the ground. I winced as I continued sliding on the polished floor. Before I could stand up, another force hit me from the side, sending me across the floor.

"I can't wait to see little Hudson's face when he sees the girl he loves dead on the floor!" the Butterfly commented, laughing to himself.

I scowled, pushing myself off the floor and into a standing position. I looked around quickly for any sort of weapon. Before my eyes could land on anything the Butterfly was in front of me. My eyes widened as he raised his hand and put it in front of my forehead.

He flicked it and I was sent backwards again, the force making me gasp in surprise. I landed on the ground again, my back cracking uncomfortably. This time I stayed there for a moment, moving side to side to try and soothe my now aching back.

How could I have been such an idiot? I had came in here expecting a fight, but yet I still hadn't brought any type of weapon with me. I cursed myself, rolling onto my stomach. I pushed myself up again, but before I could climb to my feet, my arms were kicked out from under me and I fell onto my face, my arms splaying out to my side.

A pressure on my right wrist made me cry out, and also made me unable to move that hand.

"You're right handed, right?"

I ignored him, trying to push myself back up with my left hand.

"I don't like to be ignored."

There was more force on my right wrist, and I suddenly heard a sickening snap. It took a few extra seconds for the pain to settle in. When it did, I screamed.

The Butterfly removed his foot, and grabbed my hair, pulling me to my feet.

I panted, squeezing my eyes shut to try to block out the pain. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you want to kill me?"

The Butterfly pursed his lips. "This world... it's filled with enough horror as it is. And we can't stop death, no matter how much we try. But with people like you... you can stop death."

"Which is a good thing!"

"No!"

My head was violently twisted to the side when I received a slap to my face. My eyes widened in shock, and I momentarily forgot about the pain in my wrist.

"Death is a natural thing. It defies nature to stop it. But with you alive, you will try to stop it, no matter how much you are advised not to. That's why you must die."

"But torturing me in the process?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"That's just for amusement."

I glared at the Butterfly, who simpered back. Suddenly his hands were around my throat. I choked in shock, not expecting that in the least.

"But I've grown bored."

My good hand quickly made its way up to his arm and began tugging frantically. I struggled to take in air, but quickly realized he had cut off all of it. His grin grew wider with every passing second.

"My, you're looking a little blue, Emmery," he commented.

I gasped, still trying to pull myself free. I shifted my legs, hoping to kick him. Something in my pocket pinched me painfully and I winced. I let go of the Butterfly's arm and put my good hand into my pocket. I closed my fist on whatever it was.

Without looking, I brought it up and smashed it into the Butterfly's face. His expression grew shocked and he released me, flying backwards.

I gasped for air, falling to my knees and panting heavily. I looked at the item in my hand.

The glass bird.

My eyes grew wide and I looked at it in horror and awe. When did it get into my pocket? Hadn't it been left at the old abandoned warehouse?

"You stupid little girl!"

I looked up to see the Butterfly coming towards me again. I scrambled to my feet, backing away from him. I held the bird out threateningly.

"S-stay back!"

The Butterfly rolled his eyes. "I don't know what happened there, but it isn't going to happen again."

"How do you know?"

The Butterfly's eyes narrowed. "That's something I made. It's had flukes before, has it not?"

"Well why don't you come closer and we will find out?" I tempted boldly.

The Butterfly raised an eyebrow. "Why do I have to go near you? I can just..."

He waved his hand, and I was knocked off my feet once more, like a giant gust of wind had hit me. I gripped the glass bird in my hand tightly. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet after the blow.

The Butterfly's eyes narrowed. Suddenly a stinging pain covered my arms and I noticed they were now covered in cuts, but not deep ones.

"What's going on?" he hissed, glaring at me. "That should have severed your arms."

I shuddered, glad they didn't. The Butterfly's eyes zeroed in on the bird. I gripped it tighter. Was this thing helping me? Even though it was created by the Butterfly?

"Hand that over to me."

"No!" I responded quickly.

The Butterfly opened his mouth to say more, but a sudden beeping filled the room. He grinned slightly.

"Whatever then."

I watched him curiously for a moment, before my eyes flashed to the door and back. If I could escape now...

The Butterfly grinned wider as if reading my thoughts.

"You're free to run, if you wish. But that won't matter."

"Why?" I asked warily. I hope it wasn't another stupid trick...

He smirked. "This place will explode in two minutes."

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I really don't want this story to end ): But I'm guessing like, three or four more chapters =/ Oh well. I like the fans of this story. They aren't as rude as some people on APR. So thank you for that.

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