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3rd Person POV

Her ghost appeared, hovering over the broken shards of the mirror. Her appearance changed quickly. Her hair soon became short and black, with the signature pink floof on the top. Soon enough Jack, Dark, Mark, and Anti stood there in shock as the one and only, Wilford Warfstache appeared before them. Dark, Jack, and Anti were ready to fight, while poor Mark was ready to cry.

"Well," Wilford said as he looked around the room, seeing majority of them with anger and hatred etched onto their faces.

"Shall we take this elsewhere?" Wilford asked with a chuckle. He snapped his fingers and soon the five of them were teleported to what looked to be a battle arena. Mark was panicking and crying. Jack had no time to comfort him, he wouldn't let Mark get hurt when there was something he could do about it.

"Why did you do it?! Why did you kill her!?" Dark screamed at Wilford, who simply responded with laughter.

"Kill her?! HA! Wow, you are idiots. The car crash happened on its own." Mark and Dark's jaw almost hit the floor.

"She didn't deserve this!" Jack yelled, standing with confidence.

"Yes she did, she broke the deal, so that means I can too." Wilford gaze wandered over to Mark who was hunched over the floor, shaking and crying. Wilford started walking over to him when Anti stood in front of him.

"I don't think so." Both of his eyes glew green as his fists caught fire, he hit Wilford square in the chest, sending him flying into a wall

"Jack you cover Mark, Dark you and me handle him. Got it?" Dark nodded and started making his way to Wilford.

"Let me help you." Jack said to Anti.

"No. You need to comfort Mark." Anti said, keeping his tone authoritative and stern.

"But that's what I always do! Let me do something!" Jack soon realized what he said, he slammed his hand over his mouth, looking back over at Mark who had been hearing every word.

"Mark... I'm so sorry..." Jack went to Mark's side. Mark went right to Jack's touch, he didn't care what he'd just said, he just needed Jack's comfort. Jack wrapped his arms around him, cradling him and keeping him close. Dark approached Wilford, eyes glowing red, filled with hate and anger.

"What was she?" Wilford was a bit confused at first but soon realized what he meant and smirked.

" A fallen angel. She fell to be on earth and help people. Heh, look where that got her." Dark growled.

"Awh, what's wrong Darky? Mad? Get over it, she wasn't even your girlfriend, why should you care?" Dark didn't answer the question, but only smirked and pointed up. Wilfred reluctantly looked up to see Anti, diving down with glowing green wings. Wilford dodged his attack, but only by a inch. Anti's wings faded as he gave Wilford a death glare.

"Why are you even fighting? You didn't even know her."

"So!? That doesn't mean I don't know whats good and whats wrong!" He shouted at him.

"Oh puh-lease you're a demon, it's not like you care."

"I do care! I've seen what you've done to him, I've heard what you did to her!"

"Well then, game on." The same wings Dark had seen that night protruded from Wilford's back.

"She always ran out in the night to fly with these babies, that's how I caught her." And with that Wilford jumped up, taking flight. Anti soon followed his green wings returning to him. He chased Wilford and tackled him to the ground. He held him down by his shoulders, Anti was physically stronger than Wilford.

"I know what game you're playing, just let her go and this will be over."

"She will love me." Dark pulled Anti off him.

"What?"

"Is your idiocy clogging your ears, I said she will love me." But how could she, after all Wilford has done to her? Anti thought. Dark looked at Wilford as is he just said the dumbest thing in the world. Well, he might as well have.

"Let. Her. Go." Everyone's head shot over to the sound, Mark was standing there, looking down at the ground.

"What was that Markipoo?" Marks head snapped up, his face was covered with tears, but all of his features showed nothing but anger.

"LET HER GO!" Mark ran at Wilford, his anger was in control now. He tackled Wilford to the ground throwing force filled punches and screaming his anger out and the man he hand attacked. Dark, Jack, and Anti could do nothing but watch as this took place. Wilford was being to get covered in buries and small cuts. Mark got off him and looked down at what he'd just done, not regretting it.

"I wish I could kill you, right here and right now."

"Then why don't you." A single knife appeared in his hand. Mark jumped and looked at Wilford.

"Do it." Wilford said, looking at the knife.

"I-I..." Mark paused. He dropped the knife, letting it clatter to the floor.

"I don't want to kill you."

"But you just said you did."

"Saying something out of anger is different than acting on it." Wilford chuckled and stood up.

" You should have." Wilford grabbed the knife and tackled Mark. Dark leaped back into action, trying to pull Wilford off Mark, who was writhing underneath him trying to get away from this madman from a mirror.

"YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE!" And with a single punch from Wilford, Dark was sent flying into the wall, getting knocked out as he hit it. Now Jack was running to Dark's aid. Anti was attacking Wilford. Finally, Anti managed to pull Wilford off Mark, who had been reduced to a scared and shaking mess.

"This needs to stop, just get us back home and we won't bother you anymore." Anti said calmly while gripping Wilford's shoulders.

"Then you'd be leaving her with me, and I don't think Ol' Markimoo would like that." He fluttered his stolen wings to make his point more evident. Anti looked over at Mark, who was still recovering.

"W-we shouldn't leave her..."

"But what if she left you?" Wilford said, simply trying to break Mark down.

"What if she was happy to die in that car crash!" Wilford pulled Anti's hands off his shoulders and walked over to Mark who was still on the ground, propped up on his elbows.

"What if she stayed with you because she knew you couldn't live without her!" Mark felt like he was going to cry again.

Then he heard a whisper of familiar voice.

"But look how far you've come."

"She wanted to break your heart."

"And I'm sorry I did..."

"She wanted you to die in that crash!"

"I've taken a bullet for you, and I'd do it again."

"SHE HATED YOU!"

"I LOVED HIM!" And then she appeared over Mark, the wings on Wilford's back vanished and appeared on her. She looked like herself, but her since she was a ghost made her appear like a transparent blue silhouette. Her arms were spread to protect him.

"I WON'T LET YOU HURT HIM ANYMORE!" Anti looked over at her, worried. They didn't know what she could do, or what she wanted to do.

"You've done enough, let them go before I do something I've been waiting to do." Mark stood up and walked away, this was no time for a happy reunion. This was a time for war. Mark slowly made his way over to Dark and Jack. Jack had finished checking Dark over and was just waiting for him to wake up.

"I guess it's time we finish this."

"Yes," Her form returned to that of her human body.

" It is." A shotgun appeared in her hands. She was an excellent marksmen.

"Before we start this war, what are you fighting for?" She asked, standing her ground as Wilford advanced on her.

"I will fight for you." Wilford said to her, he had told her this over and over, but not once did she ever believe it.

"Wow, how original. Shame I'm gonna have to kill you." Wilford chuckled.

"Like you could."

"Try me, Beyonce." Her stare was cold. You could see the anger in her eyes. Wilford's glace was full of something that could only be described as pride. Now you see, Wilford knew her weaknesses, but he didn't know her strengths.

Her POV

I used the back end of her shotgun and hit him at the juncture where his head meets his neck, I watched him fall to the ground, grabbing his neck in pain.

I will not fall today.

I won't let them fall today.

I would not throw away my shot.

If I threw away my shot, is this how you would remember me.

What if this bullet is my legacy?

"I'M NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!" I marched over to Wilford, I stepped on his chest to keep him in place. He tried to push back, his efforts futile. He looked up at me, panic and fear swirled in his eyes.

I had finally broke him.

"Tell me, should I shoot you?"

"No I-" I cut him off.

" And why not? If I shot you right here and right now, I could forget living in fear every moment of my life."

"B-because I want to live..."

"But why should you? Just to hurt the people I care about again? To hurt me? To hurt others? Why should I let you live if your only desire is to hurt?" I saw him trying to think of something to say.

"I want to show you how much you mean to me."

"You wanted to cut off my wings, you wanted to kill Mark, but instead I was the one who wound up dead."

"I never wanted that of you, I wanted you to be alive." I pushed the barrel of the gun closer to him.

"Please, just give me another chance. I promise I'll make it worth your time." I knew that the others were listening. My good nature told me to take his offer, but logic told me otherwise.

"That wouldn't be wise." I aimed the gun so he could see right down the barrel. He started to laugh, but you could easily detect the fear hidden in it.

"Y-you don't really wanna do this... Right...?

"If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't have told them." That's right, I wanted this, Mark and the others getting hurt wasn't in the plan.

"I'll give you a choice." His face lit up once he heard me.

"You can leave me, Mark, Jack, Dark, and Anti, not to forget Sam and Tim, you leave all of us alone. Or I can fill you with led." There was silence.

I waited.

Anti was on edge.

Jack was worried.

Dark was furious.

Mark... Well he was just an emotional wreck.

The tension in the air rose.

Everyone was waiting for Wilford's answer.

He grabbed the gun and turned it on me, pulling the trigger. The gunshot rang through the room. Mark and Jack's screams filled the once silent space. I didn't fall to the ground, the bullet passed right through me. I chuckled

"And I thought you knew how to kill angels." Wilford looked dumbfounded.

"B-but the crash killed you..."

"I had an angel blade in my jacket."

"Why would you keep something that could kill you so close?"

"I never knew when I was gonna snap, the blade was in there to keep people safe." I saw the smirk on his face.

"Oh so you admit you're a monster."

"I could be." I lifted my foot off his chest to let him stand. Once he got up, he looked at me.

"You don't look like one."

"True fear comes from within." He pulled a blade out of his pocket, I knew what it was. My only thought was, Why didn't he use it earlier. I didn't have to wait another moment before the blade was plunged into my side. I gasped and fell to the floor.

Mark's POV

I ran over to her, I held her close to me, I could help but cry. Jack kneeled behind me and put a hand on my shoulder, looking at her. I overheard Dark and Anti taking care of Wilford. I let out a cry when I felt her wings burn against my skin, I wanted to let go, but I couldn't. Jack and I were both crying, she was fading fast.

"T-teach me how to say goodbye..." I mustered out, her eyes shut before she turned to dust, her wings leaving burn marks all over me. I turned around and hugged Jack, I knew I was a crybaby but I didn't care. The pain left me scarred both physically and emotionally. Dark walked over.

"It's done, let's get you two home."

~Le timeskip~

I was laying on the couch, I hadn't talked to many people. I took a break from recording, the kids were off at grandma's, Jack was of with his parents so it was just me, in a quiet house. I had cried for most of the time.

But this time...

No one was there for me...

I couldn't even make myself smile.

I tried calling other people, but no one answered.

I looked at the pictures we took together.

I wish she was here.

It seemed stupid.

It was stupid that I couldn't stop thinking about her.

I'm a happily married man, with someone that isn't her.

I love him.

I love my kids.

I love my job.

But thoughts of her keep plaguing my mind.

I can't forget her.

I missed her.

I started crying, I needed to move on, but I couldn't.

I was in denial, and I was drowning in my tears.

My anger was lost in my sadness.

I tried bargaining, and got nothing from the deal.

Depression has always lingered, its message constantly ringing in my ears.

I've been through all of that, everyday, and I still couldn't accept it.

I had enough, I got up from the couch and grabbed the remains of the mirror, I went out to my car and drove to a hilltop with a view of the town. Once I arrived, I grabbed the pieces and carefully put them together. I put the mirror in a box and left the car. I took my knife with me.

I was going to move on.

I dug a shallow hole for the box below a tree. I took my knife and spent the next couple hours carving into the tree. I wrote her name, followed by Rest in Peace Fallen Angel. I also carved some wings around it.

"Your legacy was more than one bullet..." I left after that, I waited for my family to come home. I got back to recording, I told them that I was grieving my old girlfriend. No, I didn't tell them about the fact that she was a ghost. I made a few Sister Location videos, I would have made challenges but no one was here, so I just played more video games. I got hungry after a while and made myself some pizza. I smiled as the delicious aroma fill the house.

I was finally at peace.

I was over her.

I could go a day without wishing she was here.

I could go without crying for her.

I could hold my children with more pride than ever.

Her name wasn't consuming my thoughts.

I could hold my family higher now.

I was happy.

And so was I.