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Javier Osi sat in his iron-walled room, fire flickering in his eyes. A dusty painting hung loosely from the wall, and a cracked wooden toy train lay, broken, across the floor. His bed was cold, after so many years of disuse. Green vines crept across the thick, steel bars that blocked his window, letting in musty light that formed strange shadows on the ruined floor. Javier gazed lazily out of the window, long black hair covering his pale face. He reached a hand out and grasped the bars, the torn handcuffs he wore swinging to and fro. Tired eyes gazed across the world outside of the Himo Rehab Centre. A stone warehouse in the distance, surrounded by dark black trees. A far alone shooting range, now abandoned and shut down. And, surrounded by a jungle of trees and vines - a treehouse, one Javier build by himself. The place hr used to live, sing, play. He flicked his wolf-like ears with sorrow as he spotted the collar of his brother, caught in the trees and branches. Wherever Harley was, he was safe. Javier knew it. And as he spotted the house of his best friend, a sweet girl his age, dusty and wrecked with age, his heart panged with sadness. He felt... He felt like his life was part of something. And now, looking over this scene, for one last time, he received closure.

Aiden Shot pushed his scratched goggles onto his eyes and smiled weakly. Tucking a strand of matted blonde hair behind his ear, he stared through the blue lenses and remembered his life. Derelict machines and inventions stood, lifeless, and the metal door of his lab clanged in the cold wind. Aiden took the goggles off and tucked them back in a chest, along with his frayed scientist jacket, and several Nobel prizes. Gently, he shut the lid of the oaken chest, and knelt forward. Tears slid from his cheeks as he willed time to turn backwards. Photos flickered in front of his eyes, of a girl with angel's wings. He helped her, brought her back to life. They were so young, only twelve. He wanted to escape with her, to a new land. But they found her. They..
Aiden whimpered softly. They hurt her in so many ways. She was never the same. And Aiden had never forgiven his father for that. But as he recalled these horrid memories, he felt... Happy. He felt closure.

Shiirak sighed, frost darting across the glass. He had the whole of Gaia to himself now, and yet he was still here. Yet ice and snow crept across new land. Not a single shred of heat. Blue hair blocked his vision as his fingers glided gently through the air, ice floating in nothingness. He tried covering his white jacket with frost patterns again. It didn't amuse him. All he could think about was his previous life. He saved someone, another test subject. She was half cat... And he helped her escape. She was kind, she felt empathy, unlike himself. Until Shiirak killed her. He froze the whole world. Tattered ribbon hung from around his neck, a gift from her. And as the ice covered his face, his neck, his heart, he felt at peace. Closure...

Sparkie danced among the stars, joy flooding out of her heart. A supernova. Hold on...
This was bigger than a nova.
No, no, please no. Not the heat death.
She gradually slowed. All energy, equal everywhere. Her shocking yellow hair whipped around her as the winds of time licked her face. The edge of the universe. She watched as energy froze across space. Planets, galaxies, everything was doused in a faint grey. Nothing moved. Nothing breathed. Nothing existed. Not even...
Not even Charlie.
She sobbed, her tears freezing away. He was gone, she was going to die. Not die...
Freeze. Stop existing.
Existing
Sting
Sing
Sparkie gasped. Charlie loved her singing. For him.
And as everything balanced out, and her golden dress froze with the rest of her, she sung a melody unmatched by everything. Her white hot energy disappeared, and she felt happy. Content. Obliviated.
Closure.

Description
Javier Osi sat in his iron-walled room, fire flickering in his eyes. A dusty painting hung loosely from the wall, and a cracked wooden toy train lay, broken, across the floor. His bed was cold, after so many years of disuse. Green vines crept across the thick, steel bars that blocked his window, letting in musty light that formed strange shadows on the ruined floor. Javier gazed lazily out of the window, long black hair covering his pale face. He reached a hand out and grasped the bars, the torn handcuffs he wore swinging to and fro. Tired eyes gazed across the world outside of the Himo Rehab Centre. A stone warehouse in the distance, surrounded by dark black trees. A far alone shooting range, now abandoned and shut down. And, surrounded by a jungle of trees and vines - a treehouse, one Javier build by himself. The place hr used to live, sing, play. He flicked his wolf-like ears with sorrow as he spotted the collar of his brother, caught in the trees and branches. Wherever Harley was, he was safe. Javier knew it. And as he spotted the house of his best friend, a sweet girl his age, dusty and wrecked with age, his heart panged with sadness. He felt... He felt like his life was part of something. And now, looking over this scene, for one last time, he received closure.

Aiden Shot pushed his scratched goggles onto his eyes and smiled weakly. Tucking a strand of matted blonde hair behind his ear, he stared through the blue lenses and remembered his life. Derelict machines and inventions stood, lifeless, and the metal door of his lab clanged in the cold wind. Aiden took the goggles off and tucked them back in a chest, along with his frayed scientist jacket, and several Nobel prizes. Gently, he shut the lid of the oaken chest, and knelt forward. Tears slid from his cheeks as he willed time to turn backwards. Photos flickered in front of his eyes, of a girl with angel's wings. He helped her, brought her back to life. They were so young, only twelve. He wanted to escape with her, to a new land. But they found her. They..
Aiden whimpered softly. They hurt her in so many ways. She was never the same. And Aiden had never forgiven his father for that. But as he recalled these horrid memories, he felt... Happy. He felt closure.

Shiirak sighed, frost darting across the glass. He had the whole of Gaia to himself now, and yet he was still here. Yet ice and snow crept across new land. Not a single shred of heat. Blue hair blocked his vision as his fingers glided gently through the air, ice floating in nothingness. He tried covering his white jacket with frost patterns again. It didn't amuse him. All he could think about was his previous life. He saved someone, another test subject. She was half cat... And he helped her escape. She was kind, she felt empathy, unlike himself. Until Shiirak killed her. He froze the whole world. Tattered ribbon hung from around his neck, a gift from her. And as the ice covered his face, his neck, his heart, he felt at peace. Closure...

Sparkie danced among the stars, joy flooding out of her heart. A supernova. Hold on...
This was bigger than a nova.
No, no, please no. Not the heat death.
She gradually slowed. All energy, equal everywhere. Her shocking yellow hair whipped around her as the winds of time licked her face. The edge of the universe. She watched as energy froze across space. Planets, galaxies, everything was doused in a faint grey. Nothing moved. Nothing breathed. Nothing existed. Not even...
Not even Charlie.
She sobbed, her tears freezing away. He was gone, she was going to die. Not die...
Freeze. Stop existing.
Existing
Sting
Sing
Sparkie gasped. Charlie loved her singing. For him.
And as everything balanced out, and her golden dress froze with the rest of her, she sung a melody unmatched by everything. Her white hot energy disappeared, and she felt happy. Content. Obliviated.
Closure.