August 26, 12:12 POV: Evan Fong

The safe space we had provided Delirious with, has turned into a full blown torture chamber. There were hooks, chains, broken light bulbs, blood, and people tied to chairs. All from the one picture. His back of the blue hoodie was doused in blood, sitting on a chair next to Owl, who had a knife in her chest, and a blindfold above a gag. She was dead. Deep down, I knew that Wildcat would never hurt her, but I didn't want to believe that Delirious would.

I lead everyone down to Delirious's safe spot. The door was bolstered shut, with large chains, and rust. How come I have never noticed this before? What has this man become?

"How are we going to get in there?" The depression in Nicolle's voice had boiled into a rage.

"I'll do it. Just show me where the bottom of the door is," Ohm said. He was holding Brock's hand. I hope after all of this, those two just get together.

"Here," Brock took Ohm's large hand and traced the bottom of the door with his finger. Ohm nodded to Brock, then transformed into a gas, and went underneath the door. We waited for a few seconds before the door clicked open. We swung the door open and waited for Ohm to reappear. As soon as he did, we walked into the room. It was dank, disgusting, and screamed the first time we met Delirious.

"Shut the FUCK up!" We heard Delirious screaming at the six men tied up.

"DELIRIOUS!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs at the man who meant everything to me. Delirious was a different kind of person. He was someone who would actually listen to your problems instead of just say "You're going to be alright," He was someone that you share a beer with, and sit on top of the roof and stargaze for hours with. I loved him. The hard thing is that I still do.

The men in chairs looked towards me, as did Delirious.

"Evan?" He asked. I took him out of his own world, and back to the one, we had tried to make perfect for him. The men shouted for us to help them. I felt vomit rising in my throat.

"What are you doing? Delirious, we gave everything to you. We did everything we could for you, and this is what you do?" I felt tears burning their way down my cheek.

"Don't you think I knew that? Evan, you changed everything for me, and I couldn't handle it! You were ruining your life, for a low life. Do you think I could handle that? That's why I kept up. If I knew I could never change, I could never accept your gifts, and I wouldn't be guilty of it. Evan, you had to of known that nothing could change with me?" He made it seem like it was my fault that I fell in love with him as a friend.

"Yes Delirious. I did. I thought you could change. You could change for us. I guess I should have known right?" I let the tears fall heavier. Nicolle had her hand on my arm. Delirious looked sad, but then angry.

"Yes, you SHOULD have known! You saw me first!" He shouted, twiddling his knife in his fingers.

"Delirious, if you think this is making this easier for me, its not," I groaned, rolling my head.

"I'm not doing it for you. Evan, I just killed six people. Wildcat is the only one left, and guess what? He isn't going to last very long!" Delirious cracked a wicked smile through his cracked mask.

"Delirious, they're, dead?" Tears stopped. I looked at them. Luke, Anthony, and Bryce were all lying lifeless in their chairs, with blood dripping from every Orpheus. If Brian got to them soon enough, he could heal them.

"Yeah. And I don't feel a damn bit of remorse for it. Face it, Evan. I'm gone. There was nothing you could have ever done. Why the FUCK do you think you guys call me Delirious?!" He shouted, pushing a knife against Wildcat's neck. Wildcat had tears streaking down his face.

"Delirious! Don't hurt him!" Brock shouted. Delirious smiled.

"Or what?" Delirious's mask was crumbling.

"Do you really want it to end like this, Johnathon?" I asked, wiping away tears.

"It's been ended ever since you took me into this house." He said, stepping away from Wildcat. Delirious stood feet away from me. Out everyone I have ever fought in my life, how many people I've killed, nothing is going to hurt this bad. I know I'm going to win. Not because Delirious isn't a good fighter, he's been fighting for too long, and he just wants the madness to end. As his best friend, I can suffice this final wish.

"I don't want this, Delirious," I said, quivering, feeling the gun at my side, wanting this to be quick for him.

"But you don't really have a choice," Delirious cracked a grin. His hands shot to his front, and before I knew it, there was no more breath left in me, as I was flattened against the wall from a large water ball. I screamed as Brock came to my side to push the huge water ball away from me with his power. Brian and Nicolle were busy untying, and healing the members of the Hoodinies, while Brock and Ohm stood to my side.

I growled as I transformed into a wolf, as I lunged past Delirious's mountain of water. I made it to him, and pounced on his chest, biting at his neck. He was holding me against his arm. I didn't want to hurt him in the first place, but I didn't want to die either. Ohm was in his gas form, as he wrapped himself around Delirious's throat, pushing him off of me, and noosing him to the back of the room. He was struggling to get away, slicing the grey mist.

"DONT HURT HIM!" Brock shouted angrily, with tears in his eyes. Brock's eyes grew light blue, as a large invisible force punched Delirious in the stomach, making Ohm drop. Ohm was bleeding. A lot. Brock grew small and ran to his side. It's really just Delirious and me now, Isn't it?

Delirious brought up a huge icicle and threw it down into my leg. I screamed bloody murder, as I was pinned to the ground.

There was a huge green light that melted the ice, and a red light that healed my leg. I looked, to see Brian and Phoenix looking to me. As soon as they knew I was okay, they went back to help the others.

"Delirious PLEASE!" I bawled, before turning again, lunging.

Delirious didn't answer, only unsheathed a knife, and started swinging. I had him pinned to the ground, but he got a good few slices in on me. I bit his hand, making him drop the knife. I turned back and stared at the bloody, beaten man that lie underneath me. We were bleeding, and breathing heavily. This is it. I ignored the large clump of blood leaking out of my forehead, and streaming down my face.

"Delirious, I don't want to kill you!" I cried.

"Evan. You either kill me, or I kill you, and everyone else in this room," He said. His mask broke during the fight, so I was left seeing the gorgeous blue eyes popping against his dark skin. His hair was cut into a fade. He was beautiful.

"I could handle you killing me. You stole my heart years ago, but these people, they are my own. I can't have you do that, Delirious," I said, looking at them all looking at me.

"Evan, I'm not doing this for you," He said softly. I looked into those oceanic eyes. There were screaming for me to put Delirious in a better place. He had been abused his entire childhood, bullied in high school, and a murderer for the rest of his life. No matter what Delirious says, he wasn't destined to be a murderer; that's just the card he drew from the deck. I'm about to shuffle it for him, give him a brand new start. I had to look into his eyes for hours it seemed before I found the pistol on my side. My hands were shaking. Not from physical pain, but from the pain of losing my best friend.

"Delirious, I told you, I told you that; I told you that this was your last chance," I was having such a hard time talking.

Delirious looked up to me, getting ready for a new life.

"But, I'm giving you another one. To chase your real destiny. I love you, Johnathon Denis," I smiled as did John. I grabbed the pistol from my side, pushed it to his head, and pulled the trigger.

The shot ricocheted throughout the entire building. The sound of setting Johnathon free was more than unsettling, but it was what Johnathon had always wanted. I crumpled under the weight of myself, and fell on top of his warm, unmoving body, and just sobbed. Nicolle quickly pulled me off of him and wrapped me in a large hug. I didn't want to hug back, but when I realized that she was offering me a second chance too, I melted into her.

We didn't hug for long, because Brian needed us. He was standing behind Brock, who was holding Ohm's shaking hand that was covered in blood. Brian was about to pass out any second, there is no way that he could heal Ohm in time.

"Brock, you've, you've always been there for me," Ohm's voice was cracking, and weak.

"No, don't say that! We're going to get you fixed! I promise! Just, stay with me!" Brock was sobbing.

"Brock, there isn't time. Listen to me, please,"

"I'm here Ryan," Brock cried, holding his hand.

"Brock, I like you. I always have. I, *groan* I can't see, but you've made my life so, made my life so beautiful," Ohm was crying too.

"Ryan, I've always liked you. Please, don't leave me. Please!" Brock sobbed.

"Move over," Brian said weakly. Brock scooched. Brian held Ohm's chest where the stab wound was, and pushed everything that he was into him. Ohm's chest was slowly becoming closed, as were Brian's eyes. As Ryan took in a large breath, Brian took his last one and collapsed.

August 4th 04:15 POV: Evan Fong

I'm sitting in the hospital waiting room, with a large bouquet of flowers, and balloons, waiting to see if my life can start again.

"Mr. Fong?"

"Yes?"

"You have someone there to see you?" The nurse had a devious laugh going through her throat. I smiled, as Nicolle took my hand. I looked her in her beautiful eyes, and walked into the room she was leading me to.

"Okay, wait out here for a second," The nurse smiled. I did as told. My hand was shaking in her's, but I couldn't contain myself.

I heard a couple pairs of scattered footsteps exit the room, and face me. Standing in front of me, was Brian with tubes, and IVs coming out in different directions. There was Brock holding Ryan's casted hand, and Anthony, and Tyler standing, smiling at me. I didn't think all of these people would be looking to me this day. I fell to my knees in a crumpled, sobbing heap. They quickly bent down to scoop me into a large hug.

Delirious, Owl, Bryce, and Luke were the ones to pass away that day. Out of everyone that was facing death, seven survived out of the nine.

September 20th 13:35 POV: Evan Fong

Everyone is home. We are all sitting on the couch together. Brian is providing last minuet care to wounds. We were all healed. Brock and Ryan are finally dating, Nicolle is showing Marcel all around, and Anthony and Wildcat are happy being alive. We put aside our differences and are all in the BBS house until they relocate.

We're all watching the news cover what happened to us, labeling Johnathon; "Sick," or "Twisted," or other hurtful things, but we all knew what he was. He was Johnathon, he just happened to be a little Delirious.

"I'll be back," I said, then pretended to go to the bathroom. Instead, I walked to Johnathon's room. The curtain was open, letting in a nice breeze. The pictures have been picked up from the floor, and plastered onto his wall, creating a living memorial of who Johnathon was to us. I looked around and saw the smashed camera that he destroyed when I scared him that night. I looked to it,

I only spent about forty-five minutes fixing it. As soon as I placed the lens back into its spot, there was a large crack of thunder, then the pitter-patter of hail. This was Johnathon's way of saying goodbye to all of us, saying that it's okay to let go. That he's started searching for a new destiny. He will never need another Last Chance.

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