A/N: You know what? Forget what I said in my last author's note. Chapter 6 ain't coming together on the same day with chapter 5. And today's the start of my holidays so, I got more free time to write instead of sneaking around typing inconspicuously. And besides I've got plenty of stories I haven't completed yet. So thank you for anyone who had patience to wait for an update. It's been hard but I would never give up on any stories.

"Albion."

The man uttered the name with bitterness. Freed flinched at the name, squeezing the life out of Laxy. The man stepped closer to Freed. Freed stepped back cautiously. The man sneered.

"You know why we're here, Albion. You yourself knew this day would come," the man said while his men started laughing menacingly.

Laxus was confused. First he got dragged into this freakishly creepy shadows by an unknown hand, heard a tiny stomp that drove all the shadows away, and now the man, who seems to be the leader, called Freed Albion. Did that mean Freed isn't his real name? And by the looks on Bixlow's face, he hadn't a clue on what was going on either.

"'If you don't come with us willingly, we'll destroy the people you love' is what I'd say," the 'leader' started, "but since you had destroyed our guild, it's only fair that we kill your friends here, seeing as you had a fun time with them just now."

Freed's visible eye widen. He started to move towards the leader when the shadows returned and curled themselves around Freed's ankles, rendering him immobile. Freed tried to struggle but it was useless. The shadow chains were strong and fast and best of all, untouchable.

The leader signalled to the others. The men grinned and started beating Laxus and Bixlow up. Laxus and Bixlow tried to move and use their magic, but the shadows had not only rendered them immobile, but it had also blocked their magic. With their mobility and magic gone, they were considered useless.

Freed was getting desperate. Laxus and Bixlow were getting weaker. He had to do something, even if it was something he had forbid himself from doing. He mouthed some words, and the shadows immediately drew back, not wanting to get any closer to Freed. Freed ran towards Laxus, but the leader anticipated his move and intercepted him by kicking him in the stomach.

The kick sent Freed flying to a wall, dropping Laxy and coughing out blood. He mumbled some curses, which no one heard, and spat out more blood.

When Laxus saw the blood, he felt a wave of anger rush through him. Then out flowed the blood of his wounded pride and a sense of helplessness. His pride wounded because of him getting beaten up and not doing a thing and helplessness because he couldn't help Freed and, god forbid, Bixlow.

Those feelings fuelled his anger, anger towards them, anger towards Freed and Bixlow and mostly himself. His anger fuelled his magic he felt a wave of magic flow through his veins. Soon he was emitting sparks and electrocuting the men that were beating him.

The leader, surprised that the blond boy still had some fight left in him, walked over to Laxus and Bixlow. He held out his hand and the shadows gathered on his palm, forming a ball of black magic. "Look here, Albion."

Freed looked up and his blue eye widened with horror when he realised what the man was going to do. He tried to get up, but more shadows had come and tied Freed down to his spot.

"This is revenge, for what you did to our guild, for what you did to your father," the leader spat out every word as if they're poison," If only you weren't born with this weakness," the ball of magic grew bigger," then these two boys would've been safe. You brought this onto them. It's all. Your. Fault."

The leader released the ball and it exploded. Everything happened so fast as Freed tried to cover himself. The next thing he knew the buildings around him were crumbling. The men from Demoncrest seemed fine and surprisingly, so is Freed.

He looked around frantically, eyes searching for Laxus and Bixlow. Time seemed to stop for Freed when he found them. He felt bile rising in his throat just threatening to spill when he saw Laxus and Bixlow lying motionless on the ground covered in blood, their own blood.

One thought ran through Freed's mind like a bullet train. 'Dead dead dead dead-They're dead-dead dead-never waking up-dead dead-just like-dead dead-just like…mother.'

A groan from Laxus' still body stopped Freed's train of thoughts. Bixlow's hand twitched and tried to move. That brought hope to Freed that they may still be alive.

The man sneered and stepped on Bixlow's hand. Hard. Bixlow scream pierced Freed's heart like an arrow. "Looks like your friends still got some fight in them, Albion." The man twisted his foot deeper and the sounds of breaking bones were heard. The man laughed, satisfied that the hand won't do any harm, looked at Freed.

The shadows got closer and closer to Freed until they were licking at his feet like fire. The man thought the shadows were going to swallow Freed, but he was wrong. The shadows started forming a shape of a man behind Freed along with red eyes and a black cape.

The man, who has researched about black magic and demons, immediately recognize the figure behind Freed. He knew right then the demon was with Freed when Freed's right eye, which was covered before, started glowing purple. The shadows started to gather at Freed's right hand to form a demon claw.

The man quickly got down on his knees and begged for forgiveness. His underlings were confused and were about to attack Freed when the man stopped them.

"You idiots!" he hissed. "This is one of the most powerful demons in Zeref's book! We have angered him and his vessel. So get down on your knees and apologize!"

"Too late." The man looked up at the voice and was shocked to see Freed standing right in front of him, claw ready to kill. Freed smiled a mad smile that sent shivers down their spine.

"Do you want me to sing a requiem for you?" Freed giggled. "Of course, a requiem of blood."

The man's scream could be heard in the whole town.

When Laxus woke up, he was temporarily blinded by the whiteness of the room. His sensitive nose could smell the strong smell of medicine and sterility of the room. He could hear the sound of machines beeping incessantly.

"You're awake?" Laxus turned to his right. Makarov was there, sitting on a stool, staring at him sadly.

"What happened? Where am I? Where's Freed?" Laxus tried to get up, but pain shot through his whole body when he moved, and Makarov pushed him back onto the bed.

"Don't get up right now. You're in the hospital. You and Bixlow were in critical condition when we found both of you. Freed is… Freed is at someplace else."

"You still haven't answered what happened! And why am I in the hospital?"

"Laxus," Makarov started, "you were asleep for 5 days." Laxus' eyes widened. He couldn't believe his ears. What had caused him to be in the hospital, in pain and asleep for 5 days?

Memories of what happened that day flooded his mind like a wave of tsunami and made his head hurt a lot. Makarov looked at him sadly.

"Now that you're awake, you should tell me what happened."

Laxus told him what had happened until the man had released the big ball of black magic. He didn't tell what he saw before he became unconscious. He didn't tell Makarov that he briefly saw Freed attacking the leader with his right hand replaced with a huge demon claw.

"What happened to Freed and Bixlow?"

"Bixlow still haven't wakened up yet. I'll tell you about Freed when you get better." And with that, Makarov went out to call the nurse. One thing ran through Laxus' mind: What the hell had happened to Freed that made Makarov not tell him?

So while the holidays are still on, I'll try to post a chapter a day, or if I'm busy, two chapters a week. So, yeah…

Oh and does anyone a good animating program which I can download for free? And for those who use Sony Vegas Pro 12, could you tell me how to use it and where to download it? Thanks.