I wake up, or revive. I'm actually not sure which. Was I dead or sleeping? I open my eyes, but see only darkness. By the gods I'm blind! I'm- oh, wait, it's just one of those blind folds that fancy people wear to help them sleep. I remove the blind fold to find myself asleep on The Metal Skinned's couch. Let's see, the last thing I remember was almost dieing. Guess I didn't though. So, how am I alive? I try to get up, only to hear a familiar, sweet voice. "Wait," The Metal Skinned demands, "you need to rest. You almost ended up in a death loop."

"I'm fine," I reply getting up, "did I miss anything?"

"Well the festival is tomorrow," The Metal Skinned explains, "so no, not really. Although The Unwinged Angel and Justified are coming by to say hello so, be ready for that."

The Unwinged Angel. Man we used to be best buds before that fight over that other writer...

There's a knock on the door. "Come in!" The Metal Skinned calls. The Unwinged Angel and his son Justified enter the house.

Justified is reading a book. "Son we're here to see Reaper," he reminds, "you brought a book mark right?"

"Thought I'd finish," he replies, "eh, I'll just fold over the page." He folds the corner of the page he's on and closes the book. Justified always did love to read. Chances are he'll get more out of my notebook than I will. I've already read all I really need to know anyways. I already know I can kill the author so I don't need it anymore.

"Hey Justified," I smile, "come here for a sec."

Justified walks to the couch. "I got some real interesting reading material," I smile, "it's one of Edgar's notebooks."

I hand him the notebook. "Wow!" He exclaims, "thanks!"

"Don't mention it," I reply, "anyways, I'm off to continue my training. Metal, Justified, Unwinged, see you at the festival."

Reaper gets up and begins towards the door. I have to say something. If he gets caught in a death loop it may take him years to get back into a stable enough condition to not revive and die three minutes later. It works a bit like a coma really.

I have to do something, anything. I think about asking, but I know he'll say no. I try to think of something else I can do. Anything else. Maybe I should just kill him. It'd be better than a death loop. If he dies now, he'll revive in a few days, but if he dies from over exertion again, he's not coming back anytime soon.

"Don't worry," The Unwinged Angel steps in, "I got this. Justified, thanks for tagging along, but I gotta fly solo here."

"How can you fly without wings?" Justified asks.

"Oh hardy har har," The Unwinged Angel replies, "just go prepare for the festival or give that notebook a look or whatever. I really gotta go."

"Reaper," a voice stops me as I near the street. I turn around to see The Unwinged Angel standing before me.

"What do you want?" I demand.

"You can't keep doing this," The Unwinged Angel explains, "you're dangerously close to a death loop. You have to stop, regain your strength."

"Like I'd listien to someone who follows a writer blindly," I snap back, "when Edgar dies Andrew is next."

"Reaper," The Unwinged Angel pleads, "are you really going to do this to M.S.?"

"You leave her out of this," I warn.

"Are you truly happy like this?" Unwinged asks, "cause she isn't happy watching you kill yourself like this. Reaper, I stand before you not as a follower of Andrew but as your freind. Stand down, take a break from your training."

I walk up to the Unwinged, he lets his guard down. Big mistake. I take the oppertunity to stab him the the chest. His blood turns the snow beneath him a deep crimson red.

"You listien to me," I growl, "I don't give two shits about you, or anyone here. None of this matters until Edgar dies. When he lies dead beneath my feet, then, then we'll be freinds. For now, you are my enemy. I'm going to the festival with M.S., after that, back to training. If you get in my way, or bring M.S. again, I will finish the job. Goodbye Unwinged."

I kick him in the face to get the point across and head towards the training grounds.

Unwinged walks in, bleeding heavily form a gash on his chest. "What happened?" I ask.

He opens a bottle of angel's blood, which has healing properties, and drinks it. Also it tastes like cotton candy. (Yes, an angel just drank angel blood, but it was an emergency so, yeah)

"I brought you up in the conversation," he explains, "Reaper flipped and stabed me. Said he was still going to the festival tomorrow, but..." Unwinged sighs, "before he leaves the festival, Reaper must be killed and contained where he can be cared for. We have to prevent a death loop."

"I know," I sigh. I really don't want to hurt him, but it's for his own good. For his own good, Reaper must die at the festival...