I catch the knife. Damn. I was so so close, but now she's in my way. Guess I'll just have to... No. I can't do it. I'm doing this FOR her. For everyone. This isn't right, this wasn't how it was supposed to be... Damn it, I have no choice. I have to kill her.

Reaper holds my knife in his hands and turns around. On his face is an unnerving smile. Similar to that of Joy. In his eyes there is only hatred. Hatred for Edgar, hatred for this story, for this series. This looks really bad.

"Did you really think," he smirks, "I didn't know what you were planning? I noticed you hiding that vial of angel's blood and decided to investigate. I have the account, so I was able to read chapter three. You had your chance to join me, and you didn't take it. Sorry, but I have to stop Edgar. Goodbye."

Reaper lunges at me with the knife. I turn my arm metal and block. Sparks fly in front of my face as the metal clashes. I turn my other arm metal and attempt to punch him in the stomach.

"She misses," Breaker comments.

What? I missed? How? He was wide open! The other soul of the duo must be rewriting the story.

"It doesn't have to be this way," I remind, "just put the knife down. Join the Peace Seekers. Please, this doesn't have to end in bloodshed."

If only that were true. If only I didn't have to kill her, but that's not the world I live in is it? I do not respond, doing so would simply mean meaningless suffering, for both of us. I strike once more.

"Don't you remember?" I ask, "when we were together?" He does not respond.

"Reaper, our true enemies are ourselves. Our war, our disagreements is the plot, but if we stop fighting, then we'll be able to defeat the Loyalists and the Antiheroes. Think about it, the Loyalists, even if they receive Andrew won't be able to get in our way, and the Antiheroes don't have anyone plot relevant or powerful on their side. Just take my hand, and join me."

I reach out to Reaper, trying one last time to reason with him. He walks up to me, his smile gone. He stares at the ground, and does not look up until he reaches me. He takes my hand, but refused to look me in the eye. I smile at him, he turns to the side. "I'm sorry," he says, "but it's nothing personal."

Before I can react, he lifts his scythe and slices at my throat. I grab for air. My vision begins to darken.

"No!" Sour yells, "it can't end like this! I won't let it! I'm taking matters into my own hands!"

Sour overpowers me in my weakened state and possesses me...