Flynn ripped open the throat of an Imp before shoving a grenade he found lying inside the UAC facility into said throat. Not stopping to watch the proceeding explosion, he ran forward past several more demons to the next area.

The demons chased after him, not letting up their attacks. How could one marine fight a flood of demons? Quite easily apparently.

This cycle went on for several days. Blood, metal, screams, and fire. Flynn didn't let up. These demons had taken the love of his life, and he wouldn't let them get away with that.

Elsewhere in the facility, a man who had made a deal with the demons was standing over the unconscious body of a female human marine.

Reaching out to caress her jawline, he motioned for a few of his demon servants to take and prepare her. He was still human, and she was beautiful.

After the demons hauled her off, a blast went off causing the doors to the man's room to fly open. He quickly turned to see Flynn, who had a very big gun aimed at him.

….

Flynn woke up with a start, looking around the alcove. Why had he dreamed about that fight? He knew the several scientists had joined the demons to save their own skins, but why that one caught his attention he might never know.

He rubbed his eyes, yawning. Opening his eyes again he glanced around the room once more he noticed that Sapphire was not there.

He wondered where she was, until he heard a scream that he hadn't heard since the first time he'd fought the demons. Picking up his shotgun and donning his helmet, he rushed out of the alcove and toward the source of the scream.

He ran, probably breaking his own speed records, which was faster than fifty miles per hour easily. He ran past several demons, catching their attention, but there was no way the could catch up with him at the speed he was running.

He ran until he spotted her. She was at the stream, and was going to fill the water jugs once again, but a hellknight had seemed to see her as a fit candidate for a mate.

The hellknight had cornered her up against two large rocks, with her unable to climb over them. The hellknight grabbed her arms and slammed them against the rocks, before opening its mouth, its hot breath against her skin.

But that was as far as it got.

Flynn grabbed the nape of its neck, his fingers digging into its skin and ripping the demon off of Sapphire, before shoving the end of his shotgun into its mouth, and he pulled the trigger, both shells going off at once blowing its head off and turning it into a red paste.

Flynn threw the lifeless body to the ground, before turning to Sapphire, who was curled on the ground rocking back and forth.

Flynn put his shotgun in on his back and kneeled down next to her, taking off his helmet as he did so.

"Sapphire." He said calmly. She didn't move, so he gently, slowly, put his hands on her shoulders.

She then did something unexpected. She hugged him. She flew forward, her arms wrapping around him, even though she couldn't wrap her arms around him fully.

"Please… please don't let him take me…" she begged him.

Flynn was unsure of what exactly to do, so, he wrapped his own arms around her, trapping her in a hug of his own, which only caused her to hold on to him,even tighter.

"Please… Flynn… Please." She cried, sobbing into his shoulder.

There was something about his voice, he wasn't sure, but it was so familiar, he just couldn't place his finger on it.

"Don't worry. They'll never touch you again." Flynn said firmly.

This seemed to calm the demon down, and before long, she fell asleep in his arms. He reached over, still not letting go of her, and picked up his helmet and placed it on his head. Picking her up bridal style, he started walking back to the alcove.

He looked down at her face, and noticed that in the few days he'd known her, she had changed so much in his eyes. Instead of elongated claws, her hands started to look more like, well, hands. Her fangs had also seemed to shorten as well. That may have been a psychological change for him only, but he wasn't convinced.

When they got back to the alcove, he set her onto the bed. He sat there, looking at her. She was such an enigma to him. But he would think about that later, he was angry, and he wanted to kill some demons.

….

I was standing in some kind of metal room, I was sitting in a chair, and there was a table in front of me. I tried to get up, but couldn't. I looked down, and saw that I was tied to the chair with what looked like some kind of rope, only it was stained with blood.

"Hello?!" I called out.

A door opened behind me, and someone walked into the room, loud footsteps causing an echo in the room.

They walked to the other side of the table and sat down. He was bald, with a clean shaven face and sharp facial features, he wore a thin white coat and a black shirt underneath.

"I assume you are curious as to where you are, or what is going on." He said.

I hesitantly nodded my head.

"Well, my name is Jonathan Hayden, and honestly private Marles, until an hour ago I had very little idea myself." He said with a light smirk.

Who is private Marles? Why did he call be that?

"Who are you?" I asked.

The man chuckled, "Well, I just told you didn't I? Well, I suppose a name isn't much to go off of. So I suppose I must elaborate." He said smiling.

The light above us turned from white to red, and the man's body was slowly overtaken by a black, glossy substance which covered him entirely except for his face.

"I my dear, have joined the winning side. And while your friend is lasting longer than expected, it is only a matter of time before he joins the rest of your friends." He explained.

He stood up, and was visibly taller than he had been before, and a pair of black wings sprouted from his back, and the black gloss seemed to morph even more, turning his hands into claws, and putting spikes onto his shoulders, it was terrifying.

"Now my dear Kelly, I truly wish I had more time to spend with you," he said as he reached down and caressed her face, "But I have a problem to deal with, some be ready when I return." And the black gloss covered the rest of his face, leaving two red slits for his eyes.

I sat there, terrified, before everything went black.

I quickly opened my eyes to see that I was back at the alcove, and my heart was racing. What was that? Who was Kelly? What am I seeing?

"You alright?" Flynn's voice asked from beside me.

I turned my head to look at him, and saw the concerned expression on his face. Memories then flooded my mind, and I remembered what happened, I had gone to refill the water, but a hellknight snuck up on me and… and…

I immediately broke down into tears, curling up. I felt Flynn wrap his armored arms around me. Holding me close.

"Don't worry. It'll be ok, they'll never get you, ever." Flynn said trying to comfort me.

After a few minutes, I finally calmed down. And then I remembered my dream, "Flynn

… wh-who is, Kelly?" I asked, almost not expecting an answer.

His eyes went wide, "How… how do you know that name?" He asked in a quivering voice.

"I… someone in my dream… they… they kept calling me that." She said.

Flynn froze up. He stayed there, completely still, looking at me.

"Do… do y-you know who sh-she is?" I asked hesitantly.

Flynn seemed to hear me, as he closed his eyes and sighed. He pulled a box off of his belt, a smaller box, not large enough to hold anything bigger than a small bullet.

"Kelly… Kelly was my friend. She, was the most beautiful woman I'd ever met. Until they took her from me."

I saw tears stream down his face, and he opened the box. Inside, was a pristine golden ring, with a blue gemstone inlaid in it.

"I… I was going to ask here to marry me later that day." He said.

He lifted up the the ring and what was holding it, and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. Unfolding it, he looked longingly at it. I crawled over to him, and took a look myself.

I saw four people in the picture, Flynn, Crash, Jo… John… how… how do I know their names?!

I look at the last person, standing with her arms wrapped around Flynn. And I see myself. It looks identical to me. Granted I have my red skin, and my hair is much darker, but it still looks identical.

I cover my mouth with my hands, and look at Flynn. He looks back at me, and I look into his eyes.

"Will you quite it Flynn?" A young brunette giggled as she watched her boyfriend try to bench a weight with all six hundred pounds on it.

"Nope, not… hnng… until, I lift it… an Inch!" He said as he struggled.

But… it can't be… I'm a demon!

Flynn aims down the pistols sight, he steadies his heartbeat, he slows his breathing, and he fires.

*plink*

The foam dart bounced off Kelly's arm, "Ow! Really Flynn?"

Flynn only laughed at his partner while she smiled at him, before grabbing her own toy pistol and shooting a dart at Flynn as well.

But… but… how? How could I be…

Kelly and Flynn sat on a couch, reading a book, with Kelly leaning against Flynn's chest.

It's not… Please… Don't…

Kelly shot her rifle towards a lumbering black demon as it walked toward her, but soon ran out of ammunition.

The demon backhanded her, knocking her unconscious. She woke back up face to face with the Titan.

The Titan grabbed her, and plunged her body into a vat of magenta liquid, causing her body to change shape and form, and causing her to forget everything.

"Flynn…" I said in a quiet, timid voice.

I reached forward and hugged him, wrapping my arms around him as far as I could. He held me close, his gentle arms holding my small frame.

"Kelly… please… tell me this is real."

"It's real. I'm here Flynn. And I'll never leave you again."

….

A/N: the end! So how'd you guys enjoy it? I hoped you liked it.

Anywho, I apologize for not updating recently, I've been almost exclusively working on my other story, Jaegers And Grimm.

Fortunately, I felt this story deserved an ending.