For now on, I'm going to try to update every other Saturday or Sunday on this story. I won't make it a promise but I'll try my best to stay on schedule for you guys.
And for any of you that saw that I accidentally uploaded this chapter yesterday before it was finished, I apologize. I dropped my iPad and it decided to publish it for me when I wasn't done writing it...
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Nathan's point of view-

The others all charged at the opposing team, battle cries filling the cold air that still had snow drifting down from the clouds above. The sound of iron clashing together filled the clearing, along with grunts and cries as each opponent began to clash with their foe. I stayed back and left one of Henry's team members without an opponent to battle alone. He went after Drake.
I couldn't move my feet no matter how much I wanted to help, felling frozen in place. I just felt stiff in what I assumed was my own fear.
I watched as Henry only stood there, reaching his hand underneath his coat, but on the opposite side of where I had seen that strange object he had in a different pocket. This time he pulled out a wooden object with one side bigger than the other and hollowed out. It was a trumpet, smaller than most but just as efficient to alert others of his whereabouts. To let the other mercenaries know that they've found us.
As he blew into the horn, a loud sound echoed through the forest, even making birds in the distant flee from the trees. I flinched at the sound, feeling my hand grab the hilt of my sword in reaction to being surprised. I shouldn't have jumped like that, since I had already anticipated for that to happen. He lowered his hand, then he just looked at me for a brief moment before turning away.
My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest, my eyes so wide that they started to burn. I closed them, shaking my head to get out of the shock and let the snow clumping up in my hair fall. My eyes opened again, looking straight at my formal captain who was standing there seemingly observing the others movements and strategies. I growled at that grin on his face, remembering just how much I hated it.
His other hand was still firmly on the handle of his sword, his gloved hand gripping it tightly. His hazel eyes that were slightly darker than my own, glared back at me, his smile turning into a snarl. I gasped when he suddenly charged at me, and let me with little time to unsheathe my own blade. I dodged the fist attack that he viciously through at me, but he brandished the sword and it came back to my chest.
I cringed in pain as it cut into my flesh, but it didn't feel like the wound was major, but it still painfully stung. I hissed, holding up my blade before he could strike me yet again and blocked his sword. The blade almost instantly crashed into my own, orange sparks light up as the sharp pieces of iron gridded against the other. I grunted as I tried to hold him, knowing that he was physically stronger than I, and probably mentally stronger than me too.

  "How could you join them, after you've seen what they've done?! You've seen that hybrid murder our friends! You hated him and wanted him dead!... You're no better than those f***ing scum." He barked at me, pushing against my weapon with all his might.

I growled, then jumped to the side, hearing a part of the fabric of my coat tear as the tip of his sword ripped it. Oh well, my clothes were already filled with rips from Drake's possessed body attacking me the previous night. I swung my sword and lunged forward at the same time, and to my surprise, the very tip of my blade slashed his left cheek. The sight of his blood and the feeling my own blood running down my side made me feel bilious.
He stopped in his tracks, swaying on his feet for a few seconds. In the sudden calm, I listened as swords clashed over and over again as my new allies struggled in their fights. I gagged as my fear started consuming me, as well as the vile smell of dead bodies that was still enduring in the frosty air. I held up my sword again, readying for his next move. I took in a deep breath, not willing to risk it and move in for attack. I'm not going to kill him, but stall him until one of the others come to help.
Henry lightly gasped, his arm slowly raising up and rubbed the scar I had inflicted upon him. He moved his fingers in front of his face, his hat blocking most of his face but I could clearly see the smile that crept on his lips and cheeks as he looked down at his own blood on his fingertips.

He chuckled. "You actually got me? I never thought you had it in you..."

My eyes widened once more and I stepped back as he screamed in rage, charging at me with his sword held high. I forgot how much of a temper he has when it comes to his pride. He had once told me that he hadn't been injured in battle in a long time, which I didn't fully believe, but he was proud of that rather it was a lie or not. Now I had injured him and crushed that pride, and honestly it felt great.
I held him back with all my strength, even if it was minimal. My feet keep sliding, myself getting forced back as he pushed me, searching for opportunity to end my life. Once again I jumped back, the iron end of his sword cutting downwards on my abdomen and top of my left hip. I couldn't help but scream at the pain, tears welling up in my eyes as sweat rolling down my face, into my mouth as I gasped and cried out. Yep, that definitely hurt more than my other injuries.

"Little b*****d!" He shouted. "I'll make sure all of you pay!"

I blocked another attack, gritting my teeth together. My wrist that held my sword handle vibrated and ached as I put my blade between myself and his sword. My eyes looked down at his coat, watching it sway back as the snowy wind blew against it. I could not see much of what was in his inner pocket, but it was definitely something heavy. I did not know why, but whatever he was hiding, I knew that it was not good.

Third person point of view-

Grayson immediately held up his sword to block an attack from the mercenary aggressor. For a good few solid seconds, his feet stood firm in his place as their blades pushed forcefully against one another. The blonde hissed as he tried to find an advantage point to strike; sweat already beginning to roll down his face along with snow that had melted against his warm skin.
As he felt the ground underneath his feet give way, he jumped back before the mercenary could swing his blade and injure him. Unfortunately, the tip of the iron blade sliced through some fabric of his jacket and nipped his skin covered by his blood stained shirt. Grayson let out a hiss, but not one of pain. Before he could look the man in the eye, he dodged another swing from his shining iron blade.
The ex-commander screamed as the blade cut into his stomach, ripping and tearing his skin. He covered the wound with his arm as he defended himself with the other. His wet, sticky blood covered his abdomen, making his shirt nearly stick to his skin. It seeped through his shirt and sleeve, getting onto the bandages that covered his wrist. His emerald eyes were tearing up from the stinging pain, but he didn't let his focus avert from his opponent.
His heart was pumping fast, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He blocked the attack continuously, his muscles already beginning to ache and his lack of sleep the previous night beginning to take it's toll on his weakening body. He let out a growl as he broke free from the stand down, then out a scream as he brandished his own glimmering reforged blade.
...
The assassin was light on his feet, as he always had been when engaged in a brutal fight. As the sharp ends of their blades rubbed against each other, sparks seemed to ignite and flutter down until their bright glow dimmed and faded. His eyes glared at the soldier, before he jumped to the side and swung his blade upwards.
The man hissed in pain as the blade cut deep into his side. He made another attempt to injure Luke, lunging forward and managing to cut his arm as the man with heterochromatic eyes dodged his attack yet again. At this point, the mercenary was giving into frustration, growling as he made another swing.

  "Stay still!" He shouted with fury, despite knowing that his words would not temp his prey.

Luke swiftly got behind his enemy, waving his sword with force and slicing into the back of the man's neck. He then lunged at him, his blade traveling through the mercenary's back, making blood gush out as it emerged from the other side of his torso. Luke listened as he let out blood gurgling hacks and gasping, pulling out his blade to see the dark red covering the bright iron. The man's body fell over, his blood pooling onto the snow, with his eyes wide and their brown color forever glazed over.
The assassin took in and let out heavy breaths, his wounds stinging but they were not much of a bother. After all, they were just flesh wounds and nothing compared to many other injuries he had received in past battles.
His body was trembling, mainly from the cold but slightly caused by the fighting he was putting his tired body through. He wished that he had gotten proper sleep over night, but unfortunately that wasn't the case.

  "Rot in h**l, f**ker." He swore under his breath, breathing and gasping heavily.

He looked up from the dead body, gazing at the battles his other comrades were entwined in. As he tried to catch his breath, he pulled up his mask to cover his frozen cheeks and nose. He saw Grayson take down his opponent only for another to take his place. He looked around, counting each enemy that he could spot, with there seeming to be more than he had originally anticipated. There were about eight still alive with each fighting his friends off.
...
Mia was doing well with her blade, blocking and retaliating attacks but she had yet to kill her foe. Her body was covered in deep bleeding scratches and she was showing signs of wariness. Sweat was dripping down her face and her chest was heaving, gasping for breath. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't inflict any major wounds on the mercenary. He was stronger than she had expected, and it was definitely draining her strength. She gasped as he slammed his blade into her own once more, making her grunt and push against him to keep his attack at bay.
The two female magi were holding up as well, but Lalea fought with her sword to save what little mana had regenerated from it's usage the previous night. She brandished her blade, not able to inflict too much injury, but she was blocking and backed up with each strike the man made against her. Her wide blue eyes looked over to attempt to find the other two magi as she fought, seeing Endy fighting mostly with her sword but on occasion she used energy blasts. Drake was no where in sight...
...
The raven haired girl growled as she rose her hand up, her purple magic glowing around her cold, red, and almost numb fingers. Her usually pale skin was beginning to tint of red as the cold consumed the warmth of her body. Her right cheek was cut, oozing out red blood that rolled down her face and dripped to the white blanket of snow on ground. Even in the heat of her battle, she took in and let out relaxed, even breaths as she prepared to use her magical spell.

  "Stay calm, Endy. Just focus." She whispered to herself, lifting up her arms to aim them at her attacker.

The blast of magic shot out, the orb of energy hurtling towards the man facing her. As the blast collided with the man's arm, the limb severed from it's body, tendons ripping and the bone breaking as the it fell to the snow to stain the white with the crimson color of blood. The screamed in withering, unbearable agony. Endy lowered her arms, grabbing her sword and pulling it from it's sheath.
He fell to his knees, dropping his weapon and holding his shoulder with his remaining arm. With little hesitation, Endy thrusted the tip of her blade into the man's head.

As she pulled her blade out, she ran to Mia who was the closest to her. "Mia! Hold on, I'm coming!" She called out, districting the elf and the mercenary facing her.

She charged to them, swinging her blade down by the man easily dodged. He could see that they were growing weaker, and chuckled as he noticed their wariness. Even with both of the girls fighting against him with their blades from different sides, he was still able to overpower them.
...
Luke's attention turned to the spy, the man with a head wound backing up with only his small knives to defend himself. He could see that Xavier was trying to reach for a blade laying next to a dead body, but every time he let his guard down his aggressor found advantages and struck him, inflicting bad wounds. Before the assassin could dash out to help his friend, another mercenary got in his way, sparking a battle between the two.

Luke growled, his foggy breath rising to his face. It was warm, but didn't melt the snow stuck on his hair that poked out from underneath his hat. "Get out of the f**king way! Xavier!"

The mercenary swung at Xavier, the spy's concussion negatively affecting his reaction time. He screamed in pain as the iron blade cut across his upper chest. Of all times for him not bring a sword, why did it have to be when he needed it most?
The next thing he knew, the end of the man's blade rammed into the side of his head, the opposite side of where his gash was. His head bruised and bled beneath the bandages, and momentarily knocked him out.
His body fell to the ground, his eyes fluttering open after only two seconds of unconsciousness. The world spun as his head ached and pounded from the blow. Blood soaked into the bandages until they could absorb no more, the dark crimson now beginning to run down his face. A small amount of vomit and saliva left his mouth before his eyes shot open wide, recognizing a sound muffled by the ringing in his ears. Jane's screams of panic.
Xavier looked up, nauseous and then looked in the direction where his daughter was hidden. He completely ignored the man above him readying to bring his sword down and strike him dead. Jane had her head poking out from behind the bushes, fearing that her father would be killed in front of her just like her mother had been the night before.
The mercenary looked in her direction as he heard the screaming. A chuckle left his throat before he looked back down at the man lying before him, withered in pain and at his mercy. He could see that he was weakened and the look of worry in his face, showing an obvious close connection to the child. A crooked grin was plastered on his face as idea came to his head.
The man turned around and marched to where the little girl was hiding, his blade poised to strike. Jane backed up, only now realizing that she had given away her position. Her young mind didn't know any better, and she felt like she couldn't stay quiet. She didn't want to see her father die too.
Before the man got too far away, Xavier's hand shot up, his fingers wrapping tightly around his ankle covered by his long leather boot. His dim green eyes glared at the man as he growled, his vision still blurry and still feeling dizzy and dazed. Yet he knew the man's intentions, and like h**l he would let him fulfill that sick thought.

  "D-don't...f***ing touch her, you...f-f***er..." His hissed through his white teeth, his usual smile now an scowl that fit well with the boiling loathing in his eyes.

Before he could reach for another knife to stab the man's leg, the boot he held onto came back, kicking his face with force and caused his nose to bleed. Xavier let out a scream of pain as the boot hit his head, his vision swarming with spots and darkness. The mercenary forced his leg out of Xavier's grip as the spy's body went limp, hissing in pain as he went on the verge of passing out. He turned and continued to where the little girl once again cloaked herself behind the bushes.

  "Xavier! Jane!" Luke called out as he watched, occasionally letting them distract him from the fight he was in.

He grunted and hissed as the mercenary cut into the left side of his jawline, cutting into his cheek and going down underneath his chin. The white of the snow was covered with pools and splatters of red for as far as his blurred vision could see. Luke made another swing along with another side step, only for the mercenary to block his attack. Not even using his dagger as a secret weapon seemed to give him an advantage. It was like the man knew his every move. No matter how desperately he wanted to get to his dear friend, he couldn't get rid of the man that could kill him if he made the slightest of wrong moves.
Jane whimpered as the man stalked closer to her whereabouts, her body trembling with fear. Already her eyes were tearing up, not knowing what to do. She messed up...she messed up bad. Her small feet backed up, only taking a few backward steps before her back hit a tree. Her small, shaking hands covered her mouth as her eyes continued to well up.

  "Come on out little girl. I promise I'll make it real quick." The man said as he tilted his head and raised his sword over head to hack away at the bushes until his blade eventually cut flesh.

His eyes lit up in demented light as her heard the small, tiny whimpers and grinned as he imagined bringing an end to her life. Really, of all the people in his squad, he was the most malevolent and sadistic. All criminals, especially traitors to the emperor, had to suffer both physically and emotionally for their crimes. He learned through the years that the best way to keep traitors in line, were to take away what they loved. Killing a small child to do so meant nothing to him.
The small noises of fear grew closer, as he reached out and moved the leaves and branches aside. His grin grew wider as he saw the young girl cowering in fear, her bright green eyes filled with terror. He lifted his blade higher.
His blade came down, seeing a fast blur out of the corner of his eye. The next thing anyone knew, Xavier was right in front of the man with his arms out and head tilted back with blood running down his body. Time stood still for Xavier as pain flared up in his body, especially his neck. His eyes widened at the sudden agony and for a moment his life seemed to flash before his eyes.

  "Xavier!" Luke cried out once again as he looked in his friend's direction, his body freezing up.

Crimson flew through the air, sprinkling to the snow below. The tip of the blade cut through the brunette's skin, blood dripping carelessly to the snow below and making the white surface impure. All screaming became silent within that slow, awful moment of dread...

Drake's point of view-

I could feel as I repeatedly pushed back, the heels of my shoes digging into the soil beneath the thin layer of snow that covered the ground. Most of the time I could barely see what was going on, with the blurring of my vision. My limbs were aching, with my joints screaming for rest. My body still felt weak, fatigue still dragging and slowing me down. All I felt I could do was block their attacks as they forced me further and further away from my comrades.
There were so many different scents lingering in the air. I could smell blood and iron from swords and burning wood and of course the sick smell of flesh that had been burned to a crisp. I killed the mercenaries on that airship. I destroyed the thing that could have gotten us out of here before we got into this conflict. Once again our problems are all my fault, just like they always are.
I screamed as one of them got behind me, cutting into my legs with his sword. I turned around and immediately lunged at him, not caring if his sword was aimed at me. I saw his blade pointed straight at my chest, even through my bad eye sight. I got out of the way, also aiming my sword at his chest at the same time I put my blade against his to keep him from stabbing my body.
The diamond pierced through his chest, blood pouring from his mouth as choked on in and gasped for oxygen. My cheeks started aching and I noticed that at that moment I found a sick feeling of amusement as he he gasped and bled, his blade and body falling as life faded from his dim eyes. I was smiling and chuckling, enjoying the power of taking a life...of hearing cries and what almost sounded life voices of people begging me to spare their pitiful lives.
I shook my head and snapped back into reality, with a splitting headache acting up and causing my eyes to fill with tears of pain. The feeling of not being myself slowly began to pass, but it still left an awful feeling of dread.
I then turned back to the other mercenary as he charged at me, enraged that I had killed his comrade. Well, he's trying to take my friends, so I'm taking his. I prepared to dodge, but I suddenly had his bad ringing in my ears and the pain in my head spiked. I held my head and screamed, but that scream was caught in my throat as I stepped back, feeling iron cut into the left side of my upper chest, the tiny microscopic points on its side ripping through my flesh.
The blood ran down my chest, soaking into my shirt and some soaking into my cape. I hissed but didn't let the physical pain bother me for too long. My eyes opened once again, my spinning, blurring vision trying to rest on the mercenary bringing the blows upon me.
My eyes finally settled upon him, my vision blurring and clearing repeatedly. The look in my attackers eyes showed that he was finding pleasure in inflicting pain upon me. I held up my sword again, trying not to let myself focus on anything but the foe before me. Pain is child's play... and I guess I'm the child being forced to play that game.
The blood ran down my chest, soaking into my shirt and some soaking into my cape. It doesn't matter. My own pain doesn't matter, and besides, my skin was starting to become numb. I felt the pain slowly start to fade, the world unsteady and my ears continuing to ring.
He pushed me back be pushing his blade on mine and caused me to stumble back. My eyes opened again, only to feel nauseated and dizzy. I felt bile rise in my throat, and the man attacking me just seemed to watch as I began to vomit onto the ground. I took in heavy breaths afterwards, feeling my legs tremble and sway underneath myself.
Before my vision could slightly clear, he lunged at me, and I felt his blade dig into the edge of my side as I narrowly dodged the attack. I didn't feel the pain, but somehow I could just tell that I was injured, sticky blood absorbing into my clothing and running down my side in streaks.
He rushed me, but this time I held up my defense in time, his sword crashing against mine and leaving us in a stand off as we tried to push the other back to strike the other. We were behind the airship, which was blocking us from the sight of the others. I turned so that as he pushed me, I would once again be within their sight range, and they would be in mine. I have to keep watch on them and protect them. I can't let another one of us die.
Once again the heels of my shoes dug into the ground as his blade pushed against mine. His sword swung, and the tip cut into my legs. I still didn't feel any pain, and the move proved to be a distraction for me. He screamed as he turned his shoulder towards me, then lunged to me, hitting me forcefully in the stomach with his shoulder.
The wind was knocked of me, and I fell to the ground, gasping as I was unable to breathe. Blood was coming up my throat, not from the blow. I started to choke on my own blood, feeling the warm liquid gurgle in my mouth and run down my cheeks. I turned my head to let the blood pool onto the ground, but I kept my eyes on the mercenary as he stood over me, holding his sword to bring down on my weak form.
Before he could stab me, I lifted up my feet and kicked him in the stomach, my abnormally long legs giving me an advantage. He fell back and choking as gasping like I had been. I sat up, feeling oxygen finally entering my lung. I panted, reaching for my sword. My ear suddenly perked up as the ringing stopped and I heard Luke's panicked scream.
My head turned and out of the corner of my eyes, I tried to make out my comrades and check if they were alright. Of course my blurred vision made it harder to make them out individually, but I saw and heard one thing that made a shiver run up my spine and cause my blood to run cold.
I heard Luke call out Xavier's name, and as my fogged breath rose in front of my eyes and caused me to squint, I saw Xavier standing in front of a mercenary with blood on his clothing. His arms were outstretched, and his body was in front of where Jane was. I gasped as I saw the mercenary's blade swing and cut through his neck, blood sprinkling in the direction the blade swung. His green eyes closed as he fell to his knees, blood dripping down his face from the liquid leaking from the bandages on his head. Blood also ran down his neck, his throat cut right on his Adam's apple, and surely leaving him in pain.
My eyes widened as I was filled with shock. No. He can't be killed now! He can't be dying! Jane can't have both of her parents be dead all because of me!

How sad, is it not? You let it happen... isn't there something you could have done? Just like everything else that went wrong that you could have prevented?

No, there was nothing I could do. Was there? Could I really have done something to help him? To help anyone? I shook my head, and closed my eyes to feel tears leaving them and slowly go down my face. I glared back at my opponent, nothing but fury and rage filling me like a burning wild flame. I'm sick of everyone I care about getting hurt! I'm sick of not getting a f***ing break! I just want things to go back to the way they were before! Before Mia, Grayson and I separated and before I f***ing murdered Armen!
I looked at my foe as he coughed, his shaking hand reaching for his blade that was abandoned on the snow. I growled as a burning rage began flaring up inside of me, and hatred for these men and myself only growing at taking a hold on me.
I held my sword tight, and screamed in fury as I lunged at him before he could get his weapon. He looked at me with his eyes wide, showing slight fear at the knowledge that I was p***ed. He fears me... I'll show him that he should be scared of me! I'll show all of them for hurting us! I'll make everyone pay!
My blade went across his throat, cutting it open and blood pool out. I stabbed his face a few times before standing, and rose to my feet to immediately charge at the b*****d that prepared to stab Xavier, who I was clueless if he was still alive or not.
I growled and sprinted towards him, running as fast as I could no matter how much my body ached or how sore it felt. I yelled and caught his attention, making him turn his head to look in my direction in terror. I'm going to love stabbing him and watching him in agony as he slowly dies...
I reached them, and pushed the mercenary back with such force that he fell onto his back onto the ground. He grunted then opened his eyes wide, before screaming as I sat on top of him. He screamed in agony while I stabbed his body, laughter rising in my throat as he writhed in agony. His body fell limp, his blood covering the sharp material of my blade as I repeatedly pulled it out of his corpse and brought it back down to stab his body.
As I removed my sword from his body a final time, I quickly gazed at Xavier as he held his cut throat. Tears were slipping from his eyes but as he looked up at me, he smiled and closed his eyes with a tilt of his head. Pain filled my chest as I stopped laughing, surprised that he was still smiling. His mouth moved with no words escaping from behind his lips, but I knew that he trying to thank me. At least his life force wasn't fading and both he and Jane were still alive.

"Are you okay?" I asked, actually feeling tears begin to form in my eyes.

He only nodded, seeming to feel intense pain every time he attempted to speak. I took in a deep breath and looked up at the bushes, trying to see Jane.

"It's going to be okay. It's not fatal, just hang tight, okay?" He nodded.

I didn't sit there for much longer, because that dreadful anger and need for bloodshed was returning, hungry and striving for me to kill.
I stood back up on my swaying feet, and dashed to where Luke was fighting off his contender. I could see that he was hurt and he looked at me with wide eyes as his blade held back the opposing sword. I knew that he was worried about Xavier, yet he also seemed to be alert as I charged in his direction.
I once again screamed in pain and fury as I rammed into the man, the tip of my blade traveling through his flesh like it was nothing. I felt blinded by anger, desperate to keep anymore of my friends from being hurt. I can't let these b*****ds take them from me! I refuse to lose them and let them be taken from the world!

Right. If anyone is going to kill them, it's going to be you and I. Slaughtering them one by one, ripping their bodies apart piece by piece.

I shook my head and grabbed a handful of my hair, tears slipping from my eyes caused by the agonizing pounding in my head. I looked up at Luke as he stood there looking at me. He was panting, until his eyes grew wide. He suddenly ran past me as fast as he could run, heading to Xavier. I was going to follow, until I heard female cries of struggling.
My gaze shifted to where Mia and Endy were fighting off their pursuer. I clutched my fist, feeling a pressure in my chest. I need to help them. I charged towards them, my feet moving fast across the ground and kicking snow behind me. The man turned and shifted his battle from the girls to myself.
The man looked at me, and our blades crashed into each other not too long after. I growled at him, hearing that high pitch noises that my Enderman side tended to sound like when I growled in intense anger. He was gritting his teeth together as he desperately kept me at bay, sweat rolling down his face and terror in his eyes.
My eyes shot open as the white and blurriness in my vision returned. The aching in my chest and stomach began to grow more intense, until I felt my insides push bile up my throat and into my mouth. I didn't dare rip my gaze from the man as I opened my mouth and let blood splatter onto the snow covered ground below. Admittedly, the look of disgust on his face was a bit amusing. I gasped a few times as my body began to shake again and my fatigue slowly began to return.
I once again screamed as I struck him with the edge of my sword, cutting deep into his side and pushed the blade further into his body until I felt bone. A smile was on my face as my trembling arms removed the sword and lunged it into his neck. I felt a sick pleasure in hearing his bones break from the force and of watching as he choked on his own blood. Once his eyes rolled to the back of his head, I once again retracted my weapon, before my knees gave out underneath me. I guess burning rage can only get you so far.
My wounds were stinging and bleeding but I bit my lip and didn't let it bother me. I've been through worse. I hissed and held my hand above the deep open wound on my side that rested just above another old wound, but I only held my hand there for a moment as I caught my breath. This is nothing compared to what I've been through these past few days.

  "Drake, are you okay? Don't push yourself like that!" Mia said as she got down on one knee to inspect my condition.

I pushed myself back up to my feet, stumbling and looking up into the cloudy sky until the world stopped spinning and my nausea slowly dimmed.

  "I'm fine, Mia. I-I just n-need to..."

My ears perked up at the sound of Lalea's battle cry. I looked up to gaze in her direction, watching as she swung her blade to cut the mercenary across his cheek. She had very little mana left, and I knew that was saving that little amount for bigger problems we would probably face after this. There was a cut on her left cheek, oozing dark red blood. I knew that she wasn't used to handling a blade, having used only magic most of her life, and having probably never having to engage in actual battle before she met us. She needs my help.
I started to walk towards her, nearly tripping on my feet as I did so. My sword handle was in the palm of my bandaged and gloved hand, gripped tightly in my fingers. I suddenly felt a hand grab my cape and pull on it, choking me slightly. I growled and turned around, angered that they were preventing me from helping her.

Endy held onto my cape, looking up at me with that look of concern that I was growing to despise. "Drake, you need to rest. Mia and I will help her."

I forcefully pulled my cape out of her grasp and turned away from her to once again face where Lalea was. I wasn't listening to her. "Let go!"

I started to sprint towards Lalea and the mercenary, holding my sword by my side in preparation to strike. I knew that Mia and Endy were behind me, watching my back and ready to protect our friend. No matter how much my vision blurred and my body tried to lock my joints, I continued to run, not chancing to have her get hurt again. I shouldn't have left her side in the first place.
The man turned around as we charged behind him. He held up his sword and blocked my first attack, while Endy got to his far left and Mia to his far right. I knew that he was scared, knowing that with the girls and I surrounding him, ready to bring him to his end. Today he would die and join his b*****d friends to burn down in h**l for all of eternity.
Mia's pink blade came into my view, cutting through the man's neck but not decapitating him. I stepped back as he fell to his knees with his eyes large and blood running down his neck, before he fell on his face dead on the snow and blood covered ground.

  "Are you okay, Lalea?" I asked, stepping over the corpse and slowly walked over to her.

She sheathed her blade, moving some of her shining blue hair behind her ear, snow stuck and slowly melting in the lapis strands. She was panting and tired from the fighting, but she still looked up at me with her back straightened and a bright smile on her face. Her cheeks were a bit flushed as she looked at me, causing my own cheeks to grow warm.

"I'm okay. How about you guys? Drake, you're bleeding a lot." Her voice nearly cracked, filled with worry and concern.

I looked down at my body, not feeling much pain from my wounds which were bleeding more than I had previously thought they would. Once again I placed my arm over the gash on my side, trying to shift her attention from it. I chuckled and forced on a smile.

I spoke with a guilt filled insincerity, not truly knowing if the injuries were severe or not. "It's nothing to worry about. Xavier was injured more than me. Endy, if you have any health potions left, you need to give one to him, quickly."

The raven haired girl nodded, slipping one strap of her backpack off of her shoulder. "Got it. I'll see what I have and what I can do." With that, she turned and ran over to where Luke, Xavier, and Jane were.

He won't make it.

None of them will.

They will all die, if not by the mercenaries, then by your own hands.

I hissed and bit my lip, trying not to reply to the menacing voices in my head. My head continued to throb, the pain growing with sentence the voices growled out in my ears. My twitching fingers covered my white eye as that began twitching as well. I began sniffing as I felt thick liquid running from my nose to my top lip. I knew that my nose had started bleeding again.

"Wh-where's... Gr-Grayson?" I asked, even though I knew he was close by.

My gaze followed to where Lalea pointed, resting on Grayson's limping form as he approached us. He had a few bleeding scars like the rest of us, panting for breath as well. His bright emerald green eyes scanned us, ensuring that we were okay. His leg looked hurt, but I didn't assume that his ankle was twisted. If it was then he'd be showing pain like I was yesterday. In fact, my ankle still hurt from that but I made myself used to the pain.

He spoke with a slight chuckle to brighten the mood. "Ow. Are you guys alright? How is everyone?"

Kill him now.

I'll take away all of this suffering, if you kill him right now.

Kill him and save yourself.

Take him away from this pain.

I screamed out loud this time around, digging my hands into the sides of my head yet again. No! No! No! No! Never! I'll never kill my friends on my own will! I won't hurt them! Shut up! Even if Herobrine stopped tormenting me if I killed him, I would constantly be haunted by the memories that I killed my second best friend for my own selfish wellbeing. I'd kill my self if I ever did such a thing. Grayson has done so much and sacrificed so much for me, and for him and the others I'm willing to suffer for all eternity.

"No! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" I screamed until my voice cracked and throat felt sore.

Grayson stepped forward, his smile and brows lowing as his gaze locked onto me. "Drake, what's wrong?"

  "I-I..."

I looked over to where the assassin, spy, and other female Mage was. Jane stepped out from her hiding spot, sitting crisscrossed on the ground with tears flowing down her cheeks. I could hear her apologizing and Xavier telling her that it was alright with his hoarse, unusually low voice with obviously pain showing in his tone.
Endy placed a bottle to his lips, pouring a very amount of the glistening pink liquid down his throat. He gagged on it at at first, his hand raising up and touching the wound before he flinched and pulled his hand back. I looked down at the body of the man that did that to him, my unwanted rage beginning to return once more. Tears slipped out from underneath my eyelids and dripped down onto the snow.

I looked back at the ground, closing my eyes as I pulled my hair and screamed. "I'm sick and tired of everyone getting hurt! I'm tired of all this sh*t happening because of me! This is all my fault! I just want this all to end already!"

I started breathing heavily once again, my chest pains making it momentarily difficult to breathe. "I-I'm t-tired..." I started to hiccup.

I wiped the blood on my upper lip, sniffing once again then wiped away the tears staining my cheeks. I have cried so much these past few days, that my cheeks have a constant feeling that something is on them, rather it feels like water or blood. At least I'm not bleeding from my eyes and ears again, at least I hope I'm not.
I gasped as Lalea suddenly hugged me, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling herself close to my body. I felt her tears dripping onto my shoulder, her arms moving down to squeeze my torso. I forgot how tight her grip could get.

"I'm sorry for you..." She said with a low voice, trying to speak through her light sobbing. "You don't need these burdens. You did nothing wrong." I've done everything wrong.

I hugged her to help comfort her and make her feel better. After letting out a sigh and and small chuckle, I gently pushed her back. I got up to my feet, causing her to let go of me and stand up as I had. I moved some of my hair from the face, the snow falling from the sky getting into my eyes. I pulled up my hood,not being very affective in getting rid of the snow, but for some reason having it on did comfort me.

"Thanks Lalea, as always." I forced a smile on my face, hating having to mask my emotions. "Thank you."

My eyes grew wide when I suddenly heard from struggling cries and the familiar sound of sword blades clashing against one another. I looked up and turned my head, spotting Nathan fighting off that captain, and I instantly I could tell that he was struggling with keeping that dreadful man at bay. I could see that they both were bleeding but Nathan even more so.
I gasped as Nathan was kicked in his stomach, and sent rolling across the ground. He tried to push himself up, but was gasping to breathe with the wind knocked out of him. He stated coughing, looking at the mercenary captain with saliva and blood dripping from his mouth. He raised his sword above Nathan as he choked, readying to bring it down on him.
I growled prepared myself to run and help him, but my vision began to swarm dots and I became dizzy. I ended up falling to my knees, vomiting blood. Once I began trying to catch my breath, I looked and saw through my teary vision that Luke had dashed out to fight the last remaining mercenary standing in our way.

Luke's point of view-

I felt a trembling rage boil within my being, my chest aching as my heart raced. I took in deep breaths, trying to keep myself relaxed as best I could. Losing your temper in battle will only lead to failure, and I've definitely had that fact knocked into my brain after losing fights because I let my temper get the better of me. My fingers readjusted themselves on the handle of my sword, letting it feel more comfortable against my gloved palm.
As everyone else focused on Drake, I sprinted towards Henry with my blade at my side. He looked over his shoulder as I came dashing towards him, not being able to repress the howling scream that left from my throat. He swiftly spun around and held up his blade at the right time swung it down and make it collide into my own. My wrist began to tremor and my adrenaline once again began to rush through my veins.

  "You've been a pain in my a** for far too long. I'm ending this!" I shouted, saliva covering the inside of my mask as I spat. The smell of blood was still in my mask from when Herobrine took control of Drake last week.

He smiled and laughed, showing his sharp white yet yellowing teeth. We both jumped back as we both felt each other push forcefully against the other's weapon. We both then stood in a stand off, both of us breathing heavily from the long battles we had previously fought in before facing each other. His hazel eyes that had more of a brown tint to them were glimmering in the light shining from the sky and reflecting from the snow.
We both screamed as we charged at one another, fury blazing in his eyes and burning inside of me. I slashed his arm as he swung upwards, nearly cutting into my face if I had not jumped back once more. We took a few seconds to just stand there and stare at the other, trying to determine our opponents next move.
My feet then hastily pushed myself towards him, our blades brandishing and blocking our attacks simultaneously. I was becoming angered, struggling to land a strike on him. Already I was exhausted, and yearning for this fight to just be over with. I just want to rest.
I saw Nathan get up and scamper to the others, a trail of blood being left behind him. He looked panicked.
He slashed my arm ripping fabric and skin, myself feeling blood oozing from the cut and going down my arm. I hissed and tried to retaliate, seceding in slashing him across the top of his chest. He closed his eyes and hissed in pain. I couldn't help but smile until I felt his foot ram into my chest plate.
I fell back, grunting as my back hit the ground. My eyes opened and I held up my sword to keep him back, but I saw that he was only standing there, not taking the advantage. I tried to get up, but pain erupted in my spine. I growled and hissed, but my eyes grew wide when I saw him pull a wooden and metallic object from his coat. I gasped in shock that he actually managed to get such a rare item in his possession.
In his hand was an old revolver. The barrel and metal a dark iron and slightly rusted. The handle had wood within it, and the trigger looked sticky but still operable. It was rather small, but since it was still a gun, it was sure to pack one h**l of a punch.

  "That's it! Say goodbye, Lucas. End of the line for you!"

His finger went over the trigger. My heart raced at a thousand beats per second, with my breathing rapid. I braced myself for death, my life flashing before my eyes. I still felt so much guilt for what I did... for what I did to Grayson and his family. I deserve to burn in h**l for eternity and forever suffer because of what I did to him, my best friend.
Tears filled my eyes as I stared at the gun, the dreadful memories rushing through my mind. I have so many regrets, but none of them I would ever be able to fix. At least I got to be friends with Grayson again before my death.
A large blasting sound rung in my ears as light flashed brightly before my eyes. I was blinded before my body fell limp and everything became red then pitch black.