SAM'S POV
I was thrown out of the house, Y/N was meant to be right behind me but he wasn't. I opened my eyes on the ground. Everyone had made it out alive and were rushing over to me. Mike was already over me.
"Sam, oh my god. Are you ok?"
I nodded.
"Yeah, little woozy. Where's Y/N?"
Mike's face fell before looking to the house.
I looked on in disbelief.
"No, no he couldn't have. Y/N!!!"
I tried to run into the house.
He couldn't be dead.
Mike grabbed me.
"Sam no please. He's gone Sam."
I began to cry.
He couldn't be...
Wait...
The rubble began to move...
Shadows danced in the fire before two figures came out.
Y/N and Hannah in combat with each other.
Y/N's katanas dancing in the light of the rising sun.
Hannah was decked in black charcoal, scorched in several places.
Y/N was too but his shirt was dangling loosely over him, his bandolier for his weapons falling to the ground.
Each one traded blows with each other, Y/N being able to parry a lot of these blows but a few were dipping under his guard.
Hannah picked both her claws above her head and drove them down, slamming them into the ground.
Y/N slide past her guard, driving a katana into her chest.
She too drove one of her claws into his chest.
He let out a gasp of pain. Before driving his second katana through her chest.
He let go as Hannah began to go limp.
He looked at her dead in the face.
"You can rest now. You're free."
Before Hannah turned into dust. Y/N turned around to look at me but slowly fell onto his back.
I rushed to his side.
"Y/N, Y/N!!! Wake up please."
But very soon he passed out as dawn shone bright, and helicopters arrived over the cliff face.
"Hold on Y/N. We'll get you some help real soon."
A/N- Apologies for this being late but I hope you enjoy and stay frosty my dudes.
