He leaped on top of Spere, but she kicked back with her heels, throwing him to the snow in front of her. Relentless, he sat up nearly instantly, and dragged her by her ankles towards him. She screamed, and dug her nails into his scalp, and watched in horror as her glove, his blond hair, and the ground began to soak with fresh blood. Windy peeled her hand from his head, gritting his teeth, and glaring intensely, laying in the snow. Spere didn't have to think twice; she pulled herself up from the ground, her pant legs caked with mucky snow, and took off. He followed close behind her.

"Stop!" She shouted, breathless.

"You first!" He shouted back. She could've laughed. There was something so horrifically funny about it.

She panted, "Are you trying to kill me?! I don't understand!"

"Spere!" he shouted after her. "I want to save the world." She slowed cautiously, holding up a defensive stance, and turned to face him. He stopped running, too, and stood just a few feet from her, his face and clothes soaked in blood.

She asked, shaking, "What... What did you just say?"

He wiped blood from his eyes, "We can rule this place together, Spere. We just have to get rid of some people, and things will go back to the way they used to be."

"You're insane!" She spat. "It's not worth killing all these innocent people!"

"We can start with Stonehenge," he whispered. "Start with the bad guys."

She shook her head, flustered, with a realization, "There aren't any bad guys, Windy. That's not how this works. And if there were any, it'd be anyone who agrees with that stupid God of yours!" His eyes widened. Like a switch, his face changed from angry to angrier, if it was even possible. Spere's gut twisted in fear. She shouldn't have said anything at all. Before he moved, crying slightly now, she whispered, "You said you loved me."

"I lied," he hissed, and lunged for her once again. She could hear Rebel and Cloudy shouting from somewhere far back, but couldn't make out what they were saying over the sound of her blood pumping. He hit her with his fist, aiming for her nose but missing by her cheek. The bruising and cuts stung, but she was so overwhelmed with a sense of betrayal, of grief, that she didn't even notice it. How had her world fallen apart so quickly? She fought back. She punched with one hand, and sliced with the other. Windy managed to thrust her onto the ground again, pinning her down as she struggled. This time, she maneuvered her hand out from his, and slashed a line of four thin cuts across the side of his neck, and it dripped onto her face. He seemed angrier than ever before, now. Spere caught a glimpse in the blinding sunlight of the necklace dangling at his neck, and her eyes widened. She just needed that. She slashed again with her claws, right for the necklace, but he pulled away, and she only nicked his chin slightly.

He kneed her gut, and her vision went black as the air was taken from her. She gasped, and then began to cough. She saw Rebel and Cloudy behind him, pulling him by his shoulders desperately, yanking him, and shouting.

"Windy, stop!" Cloudy begged.

Rebel followed, "What's gotten into you? You love her!" Spere hated everything that was happening. She was so incredibly overwhelmed, she didn't know how to think or act. So she didn't. She lay in the freezing and numbing snow, dazed, aching, and crying, as Rebel and Cloudy slowly peeled Windy off of her. He pushed against them. Spere didn't recognize his expression. He pulled each arm away from Cloudy and Rebel, standing now, and threw himself at Spere, who still lay on the ground. Her instincts responded before she could. She thrusted both of her legs into the air and out forward, kicking Windy right in the rib cage. Eyes wide and panicked, he fell backwards, and as he landed, the ground emitted a loud hollow clang.

Spere took a long minute to breathe and adjust before slowly sitting up, and crawling on all fours to where Windy had landed. Cloudy and Rebel both stood over him now. She sat beside him, and slowly raised a hand to her mouth, letting the tears rain down her face and pool in her eyes, blurring her vision. Emotions overwhelmed her all at once. She physically felt sick, and nearly gagged. Spere ripped her gloves off and gently touched Windy's warm face. He stirred, just barely, and looked at her. She leaned over his body and unclipped the necklace from his neck, and tossed it aside. He smiled slightly.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Spere gulped, "I love you, too." She knew what this was. She leaned over him, and hugged him tightly, sobbing, and could barely feel as one of his hands briefly touched her side, then dropped. Nothing could replace this. She felt shame, and guilt. So, so guilty. What had even happened? How did any of this happen?

She thought about the time they'd been forced to sleep in that cramped barrel. The time they first met, how he intended to kidnap her, but didn't do a very good job at it. She almost smiled at that memory. It hadn't been long that she'd loved him, or even known him, but in the time she had, she knew that he was a kind person at heart. She knew that all of this was just a big mistake. She loved him. More than anything she'd ever known, she loved him.

And now he was stiff and growing cold beneath her.

Cloudy crouched down beside them, tears down his face, and placed a hand on her shoulder, but she swatted it away. Rebel sat on the ground now, too, wiping away red soaked snow from underneath Windy's expressionless face, and exposing a silvery hunk of metal underneath. He then crawled forward on top of the mound of snow, wiping the white and red away.

He turned to Spere and Cloudy, and breathed, "Vivos."

They'd made it, after all.