Difficult Decisions

I Can't Feel You...

Dan's spirit POV

I stand next to Dark proudly. We haven't spoken in a while but this isn't the time. I don't know these girls, but if the two best I guys that I ever knew like them, that's a good enough reason for me. I lock eyes with Author Mark. He seems regretful, but when I turn to face Author Sean, his eyes portray something different. Hatred. Anger. Want. Nothing like the real Sean. I hear a soft voice behind me. "Danny?" I turn around and can't believe my eyes. If I still had the ability to cry, I would. My best friend, brother (not literally) and one and only Ryan stood in front of me. He holds out his arms for a hug. I lunge at him, expecting the warmth of him once again, but... He passes right through me. He's standing right in front of me, yet... I can't do anything. No hugs, no high fives... Not even our old handshake... That old handshake I missed so much... We always used to stuff it up and we'd laugh at ourselves because we couldn't do such a simple thing. But when we got it right, we would get so excited and happy. Like we'd won some big award for a film we made... How I missed those days, and I wished that they didn't have to end... My thoughts made my anger against the Authors greater. "Are you quite finished? Or am I gonna have to finish this myself?" Author Sean clicks his fingers and a green flame flickers to life in his hands. He spoke with an unexpected arrogance. "Well?" He raises an eyebrow. He rolls his eyes. "Fine. Have it your way." The flame then grows into somewhat of a spiral and is launched directly at Ryan. The others jump out of the way. Everything slows down. I take a deep breath in, and step in front of Ryan. I turn around and his teary worried eyes meet mine. His eyes then widen at the realisation of what I'm doing. He shakes his head and attempts to move me. His hands go right through. 'I'm sorry buddy.' I mouth to him, as the green blaze inches closer. Everything speeds up again as the fiery ball hits my back. I attempt to hold in my scream of pain. I haven't felt pain, or anything for that matter, in a while. For an unknown reason, spirits are able to be touched by Authors. I'm just glad I was able to protect Ryan. I don't want him to go through what I did. Ever. My knees buckle and I collapse to the floor with a thud. At that moment, the two sides charge at each other like in a stereotypical war movie. I lay on my back in an unimaginable pain. Ryan kneels next to me. "No. Dan! C'mon! Hold on. You can do it." Tears stream down his now pale face. I lift my hand and observe it. My fingertips are breaking apart into tiny pieces, disintegrating, and floating off into the air. I turn so my palm faces me and turns it back, mesmerised by the moment. I move my vision back up to Ryan and smile. "It's ok bud. I'll be back soon." His bottom lip quivers from him struggling to contain his sadness. He lets out a sputter and tries to touch my chest. His hand reaches through and touches the cold concrete beneath me, causing him to cry more. I feel a warmth inside me. A warmth I can't explain. It's like my heart is beating again. It makes me happy. Ryan frantically tries to touch me, but to no avail. "Ryan." He continues, and I see Author Sean walk up behind him. "Ryan." No answer. Author Sean gets closer. "RYAN!" Author Sean takes one last step, and a green flame is sent flickering towards Ryan. It hits him directly in the back of the head. He looks up away from me. His eyes get glassy. His mouth is wide open. He falls to the floor next to me on my left. As we lay there, we look over at each other and smile. This is just like our teen years. Back to high school when we used to lie in the driveway and peer up into the sky. Although, now, we're dying and this is probably the last time we'll see each other ever again, but, who knows? We could meet again. Someday.

Ryan's POV

I look over at him. His pale face. My heart fills with sorrow as he disintegrates more and more. I can't stand this. The pain in the back of my head grows stronger. I reach my hand over to him, even though I know we won't be able to hold each other's hands, it's a nice thought. I always imagined my dying moments to be with my best friend... And here we are. The two idiots with a camera... That's what people used to say. We didn't mind. They didn't mean it offensively, though. Dan looks towards my hand, and moves his remaining hand toward it. For some odd reason, I can feel it. My eyes widen, and so do his. Why can I feel it? Why isn't I going through? Who cares. The commotion of the battle moves around us. Dark is being stabbed by Author Mark, Anti is being thrown against the wall by Author Sean, and Wilford is being flung about and laughed at by the remaining Authors. That's it. We can't win this anymore. We were never going to... We've lost...

Real Mark's POV

I have to get to them. I don't care if I hurt. I have to save them. I throw my legs over the side of the hospital bed. The nurse looks at me weirdly. "Mr. Fishbach... You're not ready to go home yet. What ar-" "Shut up nurse." I say coldly as I limp out my room's door and head down the hall, leaving the nurse looking offended. As I make my way to reception, the front desk lady speaks up. "Sir, you can't leave in the robe, and you have to be signed out." I ignore her comment and head out of the front doors. "Sir! You can't lea-" Her sentence is cut off by the automatic doors shutting. I follow the sounds of the crashing and yelling I an alleyway. The pain is unbearable, but the pain of loosing Georgia would be worse.

Wilford's POV

They throw me against the ground one last time. I can't. We can't. We need Mark. Just as that thought crosses my mind, an unsteady figure looms into the alley. Dark eyes him aswell, and looks back at me. We nod at the same time, thinking the same thing. If we join together in Mark, we could finish this. End this all... But... It comes with a price, a hefty one at that. Mark could possibly... Die... Or be badly injured. But death is still a possibility. "DARK! WILFORD! HURRY UP!" Mark yells. I guess that's a yes. I close my eyes and breathe in. I feel myself letting go. Then everything goes black.

Mark's POV

I know this is dangerous... But it's for the girls... I have to... I feel Wilford first. Dark comes in later. Their aura's twirl inside me, intertwining with mine to become one. Strength builds up within me and I fix my posture proudly. "Step away from the portal, Author." My voice is dramatically deeper. "Why?" Author Sean asks annoyingly. I hold my hand up in front of me. His eyes widen with a sudden realisation, then show a glimpse of fear but goes back to a panicked confidence not long after. "You wouldn't." He states shakily. "Are you so sure about that?" After I finish my sentence, a stream of black shoots from the palm of my hand. The black is spiralled with a pink mist. I aimed it at the portal, which closes instantly. He looks back in a panic. I feel myself weakening. One last blow should do it. I raise my fist and bring it down onto the concrete. I create a small dent, but the impact sends a shock of cracklings pink and black electricity through the floor, making every single last Author step back. I continue this action until they're completely down. I've done it. The Authors are gone. We've won. I fall to my knees, remembering the consequences of the transformation. My eyes grow weak, my arms grow tired, and the faint sounds of sirens is heard in the distance.

-le time skip-

Still Mark's POV

I wake up in a hospital bed. I made it. I'm alive. I look around me, only to see everyone but the Author's and the counterparts asleep in a hospital bed each. We made it through. The Author's are gone. The counterparts are back where they belong and we're all in tact. I shift my vision toward the door, where I see Josh walk through. He instantly walks toward me and says-

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