My last moments on Earth

Author Note: Hey, hey! This is Pooffoop1 here with another EPIC story plot from my friend, keybladeofaurapie! Enjoy!

Boomer's P. O. V.

I breathed in through my mouth painfully. I had tried to be the hero for her. I'd done my best. But the evil in me was killing me to do something like battle that monster. Letting my guard down...that was my mistake. I mistake I was paying for the hard way. I was laying on the ground, the wounds throbbing. My brothers weren't there. They'd disowned me. Now I was alone, feeling death curl around me. I was going to die.

I got up, ignoring the cracks in my bones and flew away. Nobody wanted to see me. I was a dead person, or at least I would be soon. Stumbling, too weak to fly, I collasped in the garpage cans. I didn't know where I was, and who I was was fading. I felt my eyes close and a shudder run through my body. If somebody cared, I'd live. But nobody did. Nobody ever would. Not her, either.

"Boomer?" her voice echoed in my mind.

Blonde pigtails flew before my watered eyes. She was with me now.

"Tried to do something good," I croaked, "and now..." I was dying, I finished in my bleeding head.

"I..." she knew I liked her, "for me?"

"Yes," I mouthed.

She started to weep, then carried me in her home. It felt warm, and I knew we were alone. She fixed me up to slow the dying process down.

"Professor with help you," she promised, "he'll come back."

I shook my head.

"He won't," I croaked.

"I will make sure he saves you," she undressed me to my underwear and redressed me in a dress, "your me." She hid as the door opened.

Her plan worked. Within a couple of hours, I was as good as new. She came to me as I finished sleep. It was just we two in the moonlite room.

"Thank you," I held her close, "you saved me."

"No problem," she whispered into my cleaned hair, "now repay me."

We kissed and held each other closely. When we were done, I started out of the window.

"Boomer?"

"Yes?"

"Promise me you'll never do that again,"

I smiled and swore an oath. And I swore to myself as I left next time I saw her I was going to propose to the young, bubbly, good girl Bubbles Utinoiom.