What's goin' on people, how goes? here for the start of our story remake. As always I will say sorry for the delay, you know after years of procrastinating, I'm sure you all are tired of waiting. But, As this is the start of a new story, I will be posting regularly- try to anyways. As ways, my goal is 5000+ words in one week. Did it for 20 weeks straight before, so no reason I can't do it again. Well I'm sure you're tired of the rambles, so here ya go!

Read on...

This isn't how it was suppose to end!

"Don't leave me!"

Huh?... That voice...

A man coughs up blood at dusk, violently retching as he spewed the viscus liquid everywhere. A flash of memory plays before his amber-green eyes. A friendly face... A betrayal... a moment of joy... and a sorrow... The man gasps for air, a frantic woman holding him close to her chest, screaming for help.

She knew it was stupid, and would likely get her killed, but she didn't care. She would rather die, than be without the man she loves. The white haired Asian ripped her shirt off, not caring about modesty at the moment, as saving her fiancee's life was more important. She wiped at his face and chest, hoping to clear away some of the blood, so she could find where it was coming from, but only found shallow cut that wouldn't be cause for this much blood. "I don't understand! I don't know what to do, I-"

"You know what it is," the young man coughs, his voice raspy from vomiting so much blood, " We both knew this day would come..."

"Jason, no..." the woman whimpered, tears swelling in her eyes as the reality of the situation washed over her like a flood, "You can't..."

"Nothin' we can do to stop it, Kuma," he sighs, a smile on his face, "Was fun while it lasted though."

"Stop doing that!" She growled, her tears starting to race down her cheeks, beating her fist weakly against his chest, "Stop talking like you're about to die! I wont let you! I wont let you leave me!" She collapsed against him, sobbing into his chest as her sorrows washed over her like a rampaging storm. She hated how he was just accepting this- accepting this was the end! Of him! Of them! Of life! How dare he abandon her and their children! She sobs harder into him, shaking from her lack of breath, "Please... You can't... I can't live without you!"

"Yes you can," Jason coughs lightly, taking a deep breath and exhaling, before continuing, "You are strong. And smart. And have everyone at home supporting you. I know you can do this." The raven haired man suddenly cries out in pain, clutching at his chest at he in agony as poison coursed through his veins like inch of his insides throbs with heat, organs scorched by the flames, his stomach acids boiling the blood that pooled within, forcing him to lurch forward as he spews another fountain of blood.

The pain...

His throat ached from the blisters caused by the liquid flames, shooting a siring pain into his brain. the lightheadedness took everything he had to fight to stay conscious. Limply he laid there as Yoko cried, screaming for help. IT was then he saw him. He could never forget that messy mop of red hair. Weakly, he raised his hand, his fingers twitching ever so slightly as he tries to beckon him closer, "An... Ando..."

"D-daddy...?" The little redheaded boy whimpers, shuffling slightly side to side, hugging his bunny.

Oh no! Andon! Yoko screamed in her mind, whipping around as she charged forward to grab the child. "Andon, No!" She cried, struggling with the little boy, trying to hold onto him, "Stay away from here!" she fought with him, earning a noise of refusal, before a sharp pain forced her to release her grip. Yoko gasped in pain as she examined her arm, taking note of the cut running cross her forearm. She gripped her arm in the rags of her shirt, putting pressure down to stop the bleeding, watching the boy.

Andon was sitting on his fathers lap, quietly, looking at the ground. Jason asked him to look at him, but the boy shook his head in refusal.

"Everything will be alright, Andon," Jason tries to assure him, "Yoko's gonna take care of you for me. Everything's gonna be okay."

No, it isn't, Andon says to himself, You're gonna die. And I'm gonna be alone again. He hugged his stuffed animal bunny to his chest, his face buried in its comforting floof. However, the ever so comforting floof, wasn't so comforting right now. The boy knew. He knew what was happening- what was going to happen. He didn't want it to. He wanted his daddy to stay with him, forever. But he couldn't do anything to save him, no matter how many books he read. He looked at his father, blue eyes shimmering like the sea as they welled with tears, "Don't leave."

"It's okay, Andon," Jason grimaced from the pain, "Yoko will-"

"Not mommy!"

"Hey!" Jason snapped at his son, glaring at him in anger, "She is just as much your mother, as I am your father!"

Andon shrank in fear. He had see Jason angry before, but this was different. His anger was fueled by disappoint, and that hurt Andon to a whole new level. No, he silently whimpers, Don't be mad at me! Don't leave me mad at me! The boy hugged his father, whimpering into his shoulder.

Jason wrapped an arm around the child, using what strength he gained, to hold his boy, just one last time. "Andon," he says "You're the man of the house now. You have to take care of Yukiko, and your mother. You have to be strong. I know you can do it. Because you're my son, ain'tcha?"

Andon sniffles, nodding on his shoulder as he silently cries.

Jason's breathe begins to slow. He knew it was time. "Andon," He rasps, "Got one last thing for you to do."

The boy looks up at his father, waiting to be told- to be given his final words.

"Repeat after me," his father states, nodding towards the knife in his hand.

The Red Menace's eyes darken as he realizes what his father is asking him to do. Sniffling with determination, the child nods.

Jason smiles at him, rubbing the boy's back as he gets comfortable. "Through my blood, I shall be your guide," he starts, a small smile gracing his lips.

"To bring you to Horizon's Edge."
To bring you to Horizon's Edge.

"Where I will wait for You."
Where I will wait for You.

"To lead you Home."
To lead you Home.

"Cute little poem, ain't it?" Jason chuckles, leaning back, "Wrote it when I was your age, y'know?" His vision failing him, the last thing he saw, before the life left him, was the horrified look on Yoko's face. Her mouth contorting into a scream, as her and a few dark silhouettes running over as Andon raised his knife.

Finally, Jason sighs in content, Peace...

And there you have it! The opening chapter to our new story. How you guys enjoyed, and will continue to enjoy, until the end of this roller coaster ride I've got planned. Until next time!

PIECES!