The room erupted into a blur of movement as the Commander and Jetstream sprung into action, followed closely be the small army of heroes they had assembled. Wordlessly, they took their positions around the room, with Will running to Warren's side.

"I'm here now, it's ok." He said, while straining to free Warren from his chains.

"Barron." The Commander boomed "it would be wise to come quietly, you're extremely outnumbered."

Barron Battle smiled slightly, meeting The Commanders gaze.

"It seems that way." He snarled, gesturing to the back of the room, where Parker stood motionless. "But you must know me well enough to know that I'm not totally unprepared."

"The kid?" The Commander asked, incredulously.

Parker smiled. He was used to be underestimated. From the pocket of his jeans he pulled a small remote control.

"What's he gonna do, bomb us from his toy helicopter?" Warren asked, smirking to hide is underlying uneasiness.

"Not quite." Parker said, and with that, he pushed a button in the center of the remote. Behind him, the bare steel wall began to slide away, revealing an army of creatures, just like the one Warren had killed only hours earlier.

"Crap." Warren said "Will, get me out of these chains!"

Instantly the room filled with heroes and demons alike, the sound of battle deafened Warren as Will snapped the chains from the wall, leaving them attached to Warrens wrists. He quickly moved away from Will, even in this moment of panic, realizing he needed to keep his distance to avoid giving Will any sort of hope.

The Commander and Will began barreling through the demons, who seemed to be coming from all angles, endlessly. On the other end of the room, Layla was tying groups of the creatures together with her vines.

Without checking for the others, Warren made a lunge for the one figure that interested him, igniting his arms along the way.

His father struck the same pose, running forward, blazing arms stretched in front of him, until the two collided head on. Although used to the heat, Warren gasped as his father lay a flaming fist on his cheek, before tackling him to the ground.

"What's wrong son? Scared?" His father taunted, while scorching a single line across Warren's throat with his finger.

"Fuck. You." Warren growled.

While all around him fighting continued, Warren was in a world of his own, with only one purpose. His blood boiled with rage as he thought of all the things his father had put him through, of all the things he had stolen from him. Without thinking, he brought his legs up to his chest, forcing his father backwards. Before Barron Battle had hit the ground, Warren was standing. He grabbed hold of the chains that hung from his wrists, crushing them into his palms until they glowed white-hot.

"This is for my mom." Warren growled, swinging one down to hit his father in the face.

"And this is for my goddamn childhood." He screamed as he swung the other, connecting with his father's ribs.

"And this one.... This is for making every day of my entire life seem worthless."

He paused, allowing his father a moment to sit up. Barron Battles face was bloodied and already swelling from where he had been hit. Warren gave him one last look, before planting a kick squarely to his jaw, sending him across the room.

"Warren!" Will shouted as he threw one of the creatures to the ground "They keep coming!"

Warren glanced around the room quickly. His eyes widened at the sight before him. They were outnumbered, ten to one.

"Where from?" He yelled back to Will, throwing balls of flame as he waded through the crowd to get closer.

As he reached Will, a flash of blue crossed his vision. Turning around quickly, he saw the source.

"Him!" Warren growled, shoving creatures out of the way as he doubled back to where Parker was huddled in the corner. Effortlessly, he pulled Parker into the air by his bright blue hair.

"You're doing this."

Parker didn't respond. His gaze was far away, but under his breath, a steady stream of chants confirmed everything he needed to know. Warren smiled.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time Parker." He said, as he slammed Parkers head into the wall beside them. Not hard enough to kill him, but enough to knock him out. Within a second, the room was near empty; the creatures had vanished into thin air.

Warren dropped Parker carelessly to the ground and walked towards his father, who lay motionless where he landed.

"Hey, you!" He yelled to one of the stunned police. "Get over here, get this guy locked up!"

The policeman ran over, seemingly glad to be given some orders and began cuffing Barron Battles lifeless arms behind him. The super hero police had seen a lot, but apparently the appearance of magic wasn't something they were prepared for. As the other officers joined him, Warren let out a sigh of relief.

Around the room, his friends tended to their wounds. Ashley had what looked very much like a broken wrist, but all out, they looked all right. Warren sighed again. Knowing they were ok made they next part easier. He glanced over at Will, who stood beside his father, surveying the damage.

Before Will could see him, he was climbing the stairs to the exit.

-

After what seemed like hours, the hero police had finally finished taking their statements, and Will was allowed to leave. He scanned the room quickly, confusion quickly turning to fear as he saw that Warren had gone already.

"He wouldn't..." Will whispered to himself. "He... He can't"

"What's that honey?" His mother asked, leaning towards him.

"I.. I gotta go."

Without waiting for a reply, he took off into the air. Even from this far into the mountains, he knew the way to Warren's home instinctively. As he flew, Warren's words echoed in his head.

"He wouldn't really leave me." He thought, praying that he was right and using all of his strength to fly faster.

-

When he reached Warrens home minutes later, he landed silently in the front yard; not caring in he was seen. He ran to the door, ripping it off its hinges in his hast.

"Warren!" He yelled, tearing up the stairs. The lights were all off, but Will had been here enough to not need them.

"Warren, where are you?"

He stopped in front of Warren's bedroom. The door was closed.

"Please..." he whispered to himself, before slowly pushing the door open. He flicked on the lights and immediately wished he hadn't.

Scattered across the floor were papers and boxes, a few old pairs of sweat pants tossed casually on the bed. Will didn't need to check to realize most of Warrens clothes were gone. He walked slowly over towards the bed, suddenly feeling too powerless to even stand. Slowly, he sank down onto the bed, laying his head on the pillow he used whenever he stayed over.

He turned to Warren's side out of hibait and saw what had been left for him. On top of Warrens pillow was a small white envelope.

Slowly, he opened it; not wanting to look inside and read the worlds Warren had left to explain his decision. That would make it too real. He felt inside, confusion filling his head as he realized there was no letter inside.

He ripped the envelope open fully, and onto the bed fell the ring Warren had worn. The ring that matched his own. Will gasped for air, unable to breathe as he finally understood.

He was really gone.

-THE END-

AN: I don't really know how everyone will react to this ending. I really only settled on it tonight myself, but it seemed like the best way to me. This is really, actually the end. I have one little tiny project in mind that ties to this story, but for the most part, it's done. Warren has really left.

I know the ending seems really sudden, like, BAM, he's gone, see ye. But that's the way it has to be. Although parts of this story have been told from other viewpoints, essentially it is Warren's story, so without him, it's done. Obviously Will carries on living, as does Warren, but they are other stories. But the WillxWarren story ends right there, the moment Will realizes its really real. It's so sudden, because I have come to learn that life is sudden. Everything you think you know can change in a moment.

Anyway, I hope you understand why they don't have the happy ending I really wanted to write. I just think it's more real this way.

Thanks so much to all of the awesome readers that have stuck in there, all the way through this. Thanks for not giving up on me when it seemed like I would never write again. And thanks for all the reviews; they really do make me want to write more, and better, for you guys.

This isn't it for me though, I will write more stuff, hope y'all check it out. And I promise I do have something in mind relating to this that will be posted very soon, so keep your eyes peeled.

Thanks so much,

Dylan xox

p.s I really hate writing action, sorry for the crappyness of that, but it was really to move the story along. Also, there is one grammatical thing that I always mess up, but i really like my way more... so yeah.