It ended on a staircase.

Me, my friends, a black dress, and a coffin.

Tears flowed down all of our faces, and sobs were the only sound any of us could hear.

Nothing else mattered. Nothing except the one in the coffin.

He was really gone. Nothing would bring him back. We knew that. We didn't want to admit it.

Maemi was the worst. She was a complete mess, practically having to use Rayza as her life support. All of us knew that if Rayza let go of the girl, she'd tumble down the stairs and crash into a crying, sobbing mess at the bottom of them.

None of us knew how to help her, either, since we were all in bad shape.

For the first time in a long time, though, there was no fighting going on. It was rare with us. One of us was always yelling, screaming, punching or kicking.

For onceā€¦ none of that was happening.

Go figure. A tiny sliver of light in the darkness that had fallen over us in the past week.

Why did this have to happen to us?

What had we done wrong?

Why him?

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This is an experiment, and that's all it is. It's my attempt at something which will take me AGES upon AGES to update.

But I will. I swear it.

Strangely enough, yes, this is my newest rewrite of The 7 Immortals. Notice that the old one is gone?

I promise this will make more sense soon. Give it a chance. And let me know what you think. Like I said, this was an experiment, so I'd like to know how I did. Especially as the story continues.