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Author Notes: This one has character death in it, if you don't like it, turn back now. I don't want to hear anything about it if you didn't read the author notes. This one is a bit of a shot to the head I guess.

Tears

The tears were almost to much for him to bear. The battle had been long and hard, and they had won. Their feeling of victory was viciously smashed under the weight of this blow. Will had told him once that Superhero's were suppose to be invincible. That's what made them super. He grimaced at the memory. He certainly wasn't super now. Warren had always known he could die.

He expected it to be exactly this way in fact, except for the tears. The tears had startled him. He didn't think anyone would cry over him. That's exactly what Layla was doing however. His head was cushioned in her lap, and she cried over his face, her tears splashing onto his face. It surprised him.

No one could ever say Warren couldn't take a hit. They had witnessed him, slam his head against a steel beam, and fly through a wall and stand up like nothing happened. He could however still bleed. The fight had been a particularly destructive, and violent one. He could take a hit, but he couldn't take being run through. His breathing slowed a little, and he glanced around at the people who surronded him.

Will was pacing back in forth in front of him, his eyes suspiciously moist. He would glance at him, then quickly turn his head away as if the sight was to much to bear. The agony written across his face was almost to much for Warren to bear. Someone their age shouldn't witness death. Especially not one of a friend. Will's clothing had been stained with little red splotches and Warren vaguely wondered if that was his blood or anothers.

His chest felt tight and heavy, and he wheezed now when he tried to bring air into his lungs. Even with Will's flight, they couldn't have made it in time as Layla tearfully pointed out. If anything it would just kill him faster. He forced his eyes to keep scanning the group.

Ethan had gotten violently ill at the sight. Warren couldn't blame him, it was a rather nasty scene. Now the boy hovered near the wall, his eyes glued to the gorey scene. He had no more food to lose and all he could do was stare. He had a few tear streaks down his cheeks, but Warren wasn't sure if that was from getting sick or sadness. He didn't take his eyes off the bloody pool he was now lying in.

Magenta had gone as far as to not only sit down with him, but to hold his hand. Squeezing it anytime he gasped in pain or stiffened. Her eyes swam with emotion, but there were no tears. He was glad she was going to be strong about it. She would occassionaly offer him a tight smile, but she wouldn't offer him words of comfort, she knew it would not help. He had a sneeking suspicion she had known someone could die as well.

Zack however, knelt on his opposite side, kept telling him he would be fine and things would be alright. Warren was fairly certain he was telling it more to himself than to anyone else. He didn't look at Warren's eyes, and he knew he wouldn't be fine. Zack was busy starring at his hands. He would promising for a recovery that they both knew would never come. They all knew, he was going to die.

Warren himself, didn't really have much to say on the matter other than he was upset at leaving so soon. He didn't want his friends to cry over him. Somehow he had gone from being a loner to having great, loyal friends, who were now shedding tears over him.

The tears were almost as painful as the bleeding wound. He began to think about how he became friends with such people. Will was suppose to be his enemy. He had helped him and Layla, and somehow he had gotten attached to them. Magenta, Zack, and Ethan had easily slipped into his world. They were like his siblings now, and he hated that he was causing them pain. He wheezed a small cough and Will's gaze swept onto him.

Layla had started to cry harder, and Magenta was squeezing his hand he was sure, but he barely felt it. Ethan had turned away and Zack's voice had faded out. Warren knew then, the time had come for him to go. He desperatly wished he could say something, but he couldn't get his vocal cords going. He looked desperatly in Will's direction, who for the first time, came down to be level with him.

"Oh God Warren." Will rasped, his voice choking. His hand came down around Warren's free hand as Zack moved back. Warren tried to smile but, at the sight of the blood on his lips, Will felt his tears overflow. Warren shut his eyes, not wanting to die with his eyes open. He never felt Magenta place his hand across his chest, or Will hanging onto his arm. The last thought he had brought the closest thing to a smile to his lips.

He didn't die alone.

Okay, that's it. I'm not sure where exactly that came from.