When Wyatt woke up, the sunlight was filtering faintly through his window and shining on his face. He groaned and sat up, yawning before stepping out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. He splashed water on his face, ran his hands through his hair, and changed, putting on a gray T-shirt with jeans and white socks.

Wyatt walked to his doorway and stopped momentarily to put on his shoes. As he was about to leave, a piece of clothing caught his eye. It was a simple jacket. It was black, with light blue outlines on the cuffs and the edges of his jacket. He picked it up and grinned to himself, remembering how'd he gotten it.

She stood in front of him and held out a package. Wyatt grinned at her. "You had the heart to remember to get Chase and me a gift, Cassie?"

Cassie blushed bright red. "I bought for Chase, and it didn't fit," she lied.

Wyatt laughed happily and took the jacket from her. "It's very suitable for me. Thank you."

She looked up at him and then, after a moment of seriousness, she smiled too. A little sadly, like she'd also thought of someone else when she bought it.

He wondered who it was.

Wyatt's thoughts were interrupted when he heard Chase's clear voice in his mind.

"Wyatt?" Chase asked. He sounded afraid, on the verge of tears.

"Chase? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Wyatt. Royce just wanted you to meet him outside. Everybody is there. See you later. Bye."

The talk abruptly ended.

Wyatt sighed and unconsciously slipped on the jacket before having the old doorknob, turning it to the right before pushing up(it only opened that way), and he began to walk briskly to the front entrance.

Thane was musing over in his head, "It must be important if everybody is there. We should kill everyone, run away, and then spend our lives as fugitives. What do you think, Wyatt?"

"Your ideas are terrible, Thane," Wyatt groaned. "I would think no one would listen to you."

"Do you get the vibe that something's going to happen, Wyatt? I have a bad feeling about this."

Wyatt ran his hand along the cold cement wall. The jagged edges scraped his hand and left faint white scratches on the backs of them.

When Wyatt walked outside, Royce spotted him first. He held his hands out. "Welcome."

The first thing Wyatt took notice of was a platform on the edge of a cliff with torches and Royce's men standing around it. On the platform, Cassie and Chase were standing there. An altar?

"What's going on?" Wyatt asked, puzzled.

Royce smiled. "A sacrifice." He spread his arms out, like he was embracing the air. His cold, slanted eyes were focused intently on Wyatt.

The words that came out of his mouth took a minute for Wyatt to register.

"A sacrifice to you."

Wyatt stumbled back. Noticing that small detail, Royce continued, "We'll be using Chase this time."

Wyatt's eyes widened as he quickly walked on top of the altar and stood in front of Chase. "You can't do that," he countered.

Royce raised a thin silver eyebrow. His voice dropped down a few octaves to a low, deadly murmur. "Can I? It's not that hard to kill someone, Wyatt. You did it yesterday, didn't you?" Royce's fingers reached into his pocket, unnoticed at he curled his hands around the hilt.

Wyatt barely processed the next scene. All he noticed was Royce's hand suddenly flash in a skin colored blur, a metallic thing whiz by his ear, the glint of sunlight on a sharp blade, and then a scream from Chase and Cassie, both cut off abruptly as the sound of a knife into flesh could be heard.

In that instant, it was almost as if Wyatt no longer had the strength nor willpower to look behind him. His body seemed frozen in place as the only thing he heard was the rapid beat of his heart and his short, ragged breaths.

Wyatt heard the sound of a body fall to the ground and he immediately spun around, just in time to witness Chase fall, a long, two foot blade in his stomach. He saw Cassie clap her hand over her mouth, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. And the blood beginning to pool around Chase's body.

Wyatt let out a guttural cry of a mix between anguish and distress as he stumbled quickly to his brother. "Chase! Oh God, Chase!"

His brother opened his eyes faintly before bursting into bloody coughs. Wyatt could feel Chase's heartbeat slow. He could literally hear them. "Stop dying! I can't take this!" Wyatt desperately reached out to Thane in his mind. "Thane? Thane, bring Chase back to life!" He sobbed in sorrow when Thane didn't answer. For once, the Patron Death Magi was awfully silent.

Wyatt stopped when his hand brushed the wound. He stared at the back of his hand, the blood...no. His brother's blood smeared on his hand, along with...green poison.

Wyatt glanced down. His eyes widened in horror.

Spreading rapidly from where the knife had impaled Chase's gut, green liquid was spreading throughout his body.

Somehow and somewhere, Wyatt had the feeling that he'd seen that poison somewhere before.

Tears blurred his eyes. Wyatt suddenly noticed Chase's cold, half-dead hand clamp around his wrist.

Wyatt noticed Chase's lips move faintly and he leaned down.

"Wyatt...get out of here."

"I can't leave without you," Wyatt admitted with sorrow. "What am I without my twin alive fighting with me?"

Chase was silent for a moment. For a fearful moment, Wyatt thought he'd died. He glanced at the poison, which had taken over Chase's arms, body, and legs. The hand that gripped onto Wyatt's wrist was the color of poison ivy. Only Chase's neck and head remained. His whispering even fainter, Chase stated, "I don't know, Wyatt. I can't see the future, but all I know is that you have two paths ahead of you. One is good, the other bad. That's all I can see."

Chase broke into a final routine of coughs. The poison had taken over all but his right eye.

The last thing Wyatt heard from Chase were the words, "I hope you don't die on me, my brother." His breath stopped short. The poison covered his eye. His body twitched once. Then he was absolutely still.

Wyatt couldn't help stop the scream that he let out. He felt tears uncontrollably run down his face and splash on the wood of the altar, next to a drop of Chase's blood.

For some reason, Wyatt thought they looked exactly alike except...

One was spilled by a murdered boy.

The other was a sign of despair by the other scared twin who was now alone.

Alone, without a source of happiness anymore.

Wyatt could only cry as the jacket he wore became stained with Chase's blood and his despair.

*****

Dagger (Greyson) Belmont

He woke up on a lab chair. Restraints held him down and he struggled against them. The gloves he normally wore had been taken off at some point, leaving his nerves feeling naked and exposed.

Someone with a scalpel was standing over him. He...no...it was a she. Dagger noticed the faint curves of her body outlined in the fluorescent lights.

He groaned.

The girl put her hand on his forehead. "Do you know who Wyatt Clark is?"

Dagger felt that he'd heard that name somewhere. "No."

The girl chuckled. "Good, it seems Royce's memory extraction worked." She bent down and Dagger was shocked at her young blue eyes. "Dagger Belmont, your next mission...go with Crimson Ryder when Wyatt falls off that cliff. Make sure he's alive, and then get him away from Royce's place."

Dagger felt something wash over him, like he was on sleeping gas. Magic?

Something about Dagger changed. His eyes were cloudier. He spoke in a monotone. "As you wish."

The girl giggled. He didn't acknowledge the dark wings sprout from her back. Nor did he hear the words Kiara Lyre spoke afterwords.

"Dark Magic should keep him in line. We can't have friends spare each other on the battlefield of Death." She paused before her last, bone chilling quote.

"We can't spare brothers on the battlefield of Death either. Love is nothing but emotion. Death is something everyone will go through. And in the end, Death will always conquer."