I swear I heard Literature mutter under her breath, first, a word that should not be muttered, and second, "Not another one..." Writhing madly in the burnt road in front of us was Mitchel. I thought I saw someone else in the distance, but it was hard to tell beyond the blurring smoke. Literature ran up to him along with Imagination and Romance. I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at Mitchel, not knowing what to do. Literature looked as if she was about to cry. "What's going on?!" She cried out, desperately. "Life, do something! Don't just stare at him! Help him!" She yelled. I knelt carefully down next to them, trying to process what was going on. "I don't know what to do! I don't think I can do anything!" Literature seemed angry. "What do you mean? Use your life powers and HELP HIM!" She shouted. "I can't help him! He's still alive, so I can't bring him back unless he dies!" Literature's face froze. "Well... Try something!" She yelled, pleading. "I can't do anything, it wouldn't work if I trie-" "Please." She whispered, helpless. "I.. guess... I could try. But it might not work!" "Just do it!" I closed my eyes, and focused hard, trying to do something. I couldn't heal... I only healed myself because of the adrenaline when I was fighting Death. I put as much power as I could into trying to heal Mitchel, but after a few minutes, I couldn't do it anymore. I opened my eyes, and all I saw was Mitchel's blank face, his eyes open and glazed. "I'm sorry." I sighed, and Literature put her face in her hands. "He's still alive, but it seems like he's..." "Like he's what?" Literature asked looking up. "Like he's trapped. In a limbo state. I can't heal him, and he's not dead, so I can't bring him back. The best thing to do would be to... well... We shouldn't. Nevermind. I don't know what." "What can we do? Can we help him? What were you going to say?!" Literature asked, her eyes lighting up. "We would have to put him out of his misery." I said, quietly. I expected Literature to get angry and say no, but instead she stood up, and said quietly, but strongly, "If it is what has to be done then so be it." "I cannot kill. I am forbidden." I said. "I never said I was." Literature replied. I was taken aback by her reaction. This didn't seem like something she would do... granted, we have all changed a bit since Death went a little loco in the head. I nodded sternly, and materialiezed a dagger for her. Literature took the dagger and kneeled down next to Mitchel, who was still twitching on the ground. "I'm sorry," She whispered, holding the dagger above his chest with her eyes closed. She quickly stabbed him in the heart, and pulled it out. A blood curdling scream echoed around the forest, and tears fell into the night.
