When 2 Worlds Cøllide

Kronos

Hey! This is the Last Chapter of the series so it's going to be a bit long. The music I've added above is from the anime Noragami and I think it fits well with the chapter.

Thank you so much for reading When 2 Worlds Collide. There is a sequel coming soon so be on the look out! Now without further adieu, Enjoy!

-AkemiJen

+ANGELA+

Maybe your not always what you think you are. I've killed, I've stolen, all punishable acts that, because of our world, go now un-noticed and un-thought of. What would the old me think of an Angela who kills effortlessly? What would my family say? My sister, the only person who cared about me. She practically raised me, what would she think of this 'new and improved me'?

'We helped a lot of people, we saved them.', 'We did good.' They say, blindly. All these praises, all this high talk of being such saviors to people.

All that I can think about is how many people have suffered at my hands. These past few months have been hard. Even from before we met Tyler, Derek and Michael. old memories still haunt me. Night's spent keeping our backs to doors as loud pounds and knocks thundered in from other survivors just trying to stay alive. Stealing guns and supplies from other groups. Groups with families and elders who definitely needed them more than us.

But still, convincing ourselves it was all ok because this world has changed and people need to adjust.

Hearing cries of people throughout the city pining for loved ones lost. You wouldn't believe how many suicides occurred over the past 6 months. So many people wanting to die on their own terms. Not by Kronos or other people, but by themselves. How could anyone do that? But then again... Who am I to judge, I've killed. I've even considered suicide myself. But who's to say who should live or die? Definitely not me, but after all I write my own fate.

*3days after raid*

"It's getting closer..." I overhear Grace and Derek talking as I pass by. Kronos has almost completely blocked our sky.

I push the thought of our deaths to the back of my mind as I walk around the warehouse. I'm making my rounds, just to make sure everyone is ok. It's my way of keeping busy anyway.

I walk through isles asking the same question,

'Is everything ok in here?', 'Need anything?', 'How are you holding up?'. Same questions, same dull responses, same glorified thank you's and praises that honestly none of us deserve.

"Angela." Tyler calls my attention as I finish talking to a couple.

"Yes?" I respond turning my head to the side, barley over my shoulder.

"It's been long enough, you need to sleep, or eat, or anything." he argues standing behind me.

"I ate earlier.." I mutter as I begin to walk away, persistently he follows continuing his argument.

"You ate half of an apple." he continues as we walk to a secluded area, free of people.

"It was food and I ate it ok?" I remark annoyed. He pays no attention to my tone as he grabs my arm pulling me back from the darkness I attempt to hide in. I stumble back landing on his chest as he displays the same angry expression I see quite often now.

"You don't think I've noticed?" He mumbles, his fist clenching tight around my wrist. "You wake up at 5am and train, you never take rests and only eat as little as possible. You always sleep late almost near 2am. That's barley 3 hours of sleep, and even then you toss and turn at night, never able to settle." He scolds. at this point I can't even look at him in the eyes.