Luna tried to pick up the scythe but she burnt her hand "oww whats happening ?" The scythe dropped on the ground

Becca just frowned. "And i didn't get a 'thank you' for Greed either." She did a Zexeed hair flip, "You are unworthy of my speech."

"ALRIGHT THANKS!" He shouted at her, "I need to find a cause of this, I don't want to have the same dreams as you." He groaned. The scythe... It never glowed blue... Think think think! Come to think of it, he and Becca were the only ones who lived a cut from a scythe. He remembered that he cut himself to try and force blood in a bag of coins.

Becca scoffed, then stopped. "Yeah okay. I'm done." She grabbed the scythe then dropped it, it was so cold, "GAH. WHAT THE FRICK. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT THING? THE ARTIC?"

"Wickzy wake up!" Luna once again tries to get the scythe she grabs the blade and burns and cuts herself "owwwwww ....."

He picked it up, it felt like fresh lava. He almost had the urge to vomit out blood.

Becca held her hand, rolled around on the floor, and whined like a toddler. "IM DYING OF FROSTBITE. MY HAND WILL HAVE TO BE AMPUTATED. MY LIFE IS OVER."

Luna cupped her bleeding hand and some blood went on the greed coins "Oh sh*- wait why isnt it rolling off?" Then some blood went on wickzy's bed

The clouds turned Crimson red, the rain fell thick. Thick and red. Blood.

Becca squealed and grabbed Wickz's jacket. "GAH WTF IS THIS WTF IS THIS WTF" She used his jacket to shield her from the rain, staining it red.

Luna licks the wound and the bleeding stops "finally it stopped!"

He lifted his head up to the Crimson rain. It fell and rolled down his cheeks like rouge tears. It suddenly stopped.
"Well, I gotta wake up now." He said and punched himself. He flinched but vanished into clouds in the air. He woke up and breathes heavily on the hospital bed. He inhaled deeply then signed. He turned around to look at someone was watching. Him.

Becca woke up. She sat, looked down at her wound, open and bleeding, then she laid down. "GAH THAT BASTARD."

"Wickzy Your awake now!" Luna smiled "it past like 4 hours!" Luna gave wickzy some water "so what were you dreaming about?"

He got up from his bed, noticing his chest and face weren't hurting anymore.
"I'll be leaving now," he said. Opened the window and looked at the plan fields of children playing on the swings and on their bikes. He closed his eyes to listen to the cheerfulness of the outside. He knew, this was something he could never have.

Becca moved, then cried out in pain. "What the hell?" The wound seemed to have healed, but it hurt even more. She wasn't in serious danger, but, "GAH IT HUUUURTS."

Luna walked up to him "hey wickz. Whos elisa.? Because you said that more than once"
"And another weird thing is that my blood didnt roll off greed"

"Oh," he sighed, "she was... My father's sister. She liked to taunt me a lot and abuse me with words. Although she wasn't an assassin, she seemed to be like one. But she'd usually take me out to places like parks sometimes... I never understood why but she just did."

"Oh but the greed coins thing is very weird?" Luna pointed at the bag of coins with her blood on it

Becca grumbled and grabbed her things, "If Luna threatens me with that goddamn Ak47 one more time, she gets a sword down the throat." Becca walked to Wickz's room.