Help Isn't comming!

"Admit it, we're lost," Yellow exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice.

"Shut up," Blue snapped back, her usually calm demeanor replaced by irritability. A sluggish and weak feeling had come over her, and she knew what it meant.

Trying to maintain positivity amidst the uncertainty, Light Blue chimed in, "Alright, let's focus on what we've learned. For instance, we can interact with monsters because magic cannot pass through magic."

Yellow nodded in agreement, adding, "That's right." But as the words left Yellow's mouth, he noticed a change in Light Blue's expression.

"Listen, it's too late for me now, but not for you. So, absorb me," Light Blue said abruptly, his tone serious and resolute. Before Yellow and Blue could fully process what he meant, Light Blue began to swirl like a tornado, seen from above.

Within seconds, a glowing blue heart floated in the air before them, a silent reminder of the sacrifice their friend had made.

-Mike's point of view. –

The house was cozy, old flower themed wallpapers covered every inch, and as I came in the door, I couldn't help but catch a whiff of freshly baked pie, "I'm home! Sorry I'm late" I yelled. A shot moment after a voice followed, "That's ok, there's cake on the kitchen table, but take a bath first!"

I didn't give a reply, I simple walked into the bathroom stripped down and walked into the cold shower. Amidst this, I failed to notice a presence watching, and then scurry off with a blush.

When I came out the bath, towel around waist, the first thing I noticed was the eerie silence, no sound of knitting needles clicking against each other, no turning of pages, no nothing. "Mom, dad?" I tried, but no reply came, I walked into the next room, the living room, and discovered a chilling sight, on the couch, lay a bundle of cloth, not nicely folded like mom would, but thrown in a pile with a layer of dust covering it.

"Mom, dad? I promise I'll never be late again, just please, come out from wherever you're hiding!" but no one came. A noise came from behind me, I spun around hoping to see someone familiar, but was instead met with a cleaver swinging toward my face.

With my training and quick reflexes, I managed to catch it mid air with one hand, however the move cost me a lot of pain as the cleaver dug deep into my flesh, almost separating my thump from the rest my hand.

I pushed through the pain and assessed the situation, I couldn't see the assailants, which meant this was a projectile bullet that couldn't cause further harm.

I looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of the intruder, but no luck. I was about to bolt for the exit to find help, but a sharp pain me, I looked at it to find the cleaver freed itself from the confinement of my hand and was now swinging toward my face.

I quickly ducked and realized that there must be an invisible attacker in front of me, just like the one that was rumored to have ravished a hospital. My face contorted by the thoughts of this man's numerus crimes.

Summoning my magic bullet, a long dagger, I quickly thrust It forward, and judging from the resistance it met halfway though, I knew I'd hit something, and in response, I activated my soul type ability: Drain.

The thing flew back as if burned, which would not be that far off, and I smirked, "Oh, did that hurt? You going to call mommy?" I taunted, not expecting a reply, but getting one anyway, "I should be asking you that," the assailant laughed.

My smile faulted instantly, as I leaped forward and swung my blade which was met by the cleaver, initiating a standoff.

Initially, I was wining by raw strength and gaining ground, however in the middle of it, my thumb, who'd almost been separated, gave into the pressure and folder backwards until the nail was touching my wrist.

My dagger fell out of my hand and clattered on the floor as my grip failed, allowing the cleaver a clean swing at my head, which it presided to detach from the rest of my body.

-Green's point of view…-

As the soul went down my throat, I couldn't help but go over all the misstates I'd made, firstly, leaving the teen in the bath, stupid me, I'm so, so stupid, but I just couldn't as he stood there looking like something straight out of a playboy magazine.

I bushed; however, my thoughts were interrupted by a voice, "What are you standing there for, NEXT!" I picked up my pace and practically fled from one apartment to another, sweeping the premise for any inhabitance, and filling out orphanages.