"WE FUCKING FOUND IT."

John B lifted Tatum in the air, who was already losing her balance from the concussion she had just received. But they were both too happy to worry. She spun around in glee and handed him the chunk of gold she had found.

"We fucking found it," she repeated, following him back through the muddy crawlspace that lead to the secret room.

"Code red! John B, Tatum, hey up!"

At JJ's panicked voice, the two shared a confused. Look. They had the gold. They could go anywhere they wanted now. Why was everyone so stressed all of a sudden?

They calmly continued to make their way back to the rope, hearing the distant screams and shouts of their friends above them. Though, to Tatum's delicate ears, it sounded like they were cheering them on. So she grinned and climbed up that thing as fast as she could, excited for everyone to start kissing her ass.

Which wasn't fast at all.

The impact the fall had on her head made her incredibly dizzy and tired. Every time she pushed herself further, she felt as though she'd collapse. Behind her, John B was also worrying the same thing. If she fell, they'd both fall. And this time, she really would die.

They were suddenly being lifted. Tatum giggled as she felt herself fly. Genuinely thinking she had wings, the dipsy girl let go of the rope, sending alarm bells through John B's head.

Before she could hit the ground, he let go of one hand and used it to catch hers. The weight of the rope became heavier when the two of the were holding on together.

"Weeee!" giggled Tatum like a child, oblivious to the danger she had just put her and John B through.

"Please don't be brain dead," muttered the boy, shaking his head and trying to stop a laugh coming out of his mouth as he watched her dangle with delight.

As they came closer to the top, their friends shouts became clearer. They soon bagan to panic, too. Well, John B did - Tatum was still lost in la la land. Maybe hitting your head was better than drugs.

"Come on!" JJ called, heaving the rope back once more, bringing the two to the edge of the well.

John B lifted Tatum up first, and the other three boys quickly carried her to the floor.

She looked terrible. Covered in water, moss, blood, sand and mud, her head spraying with bright vermilion.

Kiara ran to her side the moment she seen her. "Oh, my God," she gasped, holding her head up in support. "What the hell happened?"

"Maybank tried killing her," Thomas answered simply.

"I did not -"

A gunshot rung through the room.

Everyone screamed.

Except the Quinn Twins, who grabbed that sound like a blanket of warmth. Natural, comfortable. Home.

The woman holding up the shotgun looked like could be engaged to Satan. There was no colour in her eyes, no pupils - just large circles of pearl.

"Oh, I guess she is alive," Thomas shrugged, like it was nothing.

"You think?" hissed Pope, almost pissing himself in terror.

Kiara lifted Tatum into her arms and threw her at the corner of the room, hiding her behind the thick pipes with Sarah.

She rubbed her head, wincing when her muddy palm collided with the large wound she'd received.

"She can't aim for shit," Kiara told her in a way of assurance.

Sarah nodded. "She's blind."

Tatum laughed. There was no way she could stay serious - especially when blood was oozing out of her head and they were being shot it. Everything was hilarious to her.

Another gunshot.

"Shit! Go!" Kiara screamed, pulling Tatum up, and the three girls sprinted towards the exit of the basement, joining up with the four boys.

The old woman followed them with a wonky run. She tried aiming at Kie, but like the girl had previously stated, she wasn't a good shot.

But that didn't matter to Tatum. That bitch tried to kill her girl. She jumped out of Kiara's arms, stumbling as she walked, dug her hand down the waist band of her joggers and took out her gun.

Unlike the old hag, she had perfect aim and plenty of practice. She grinned. "Go reunite with your husband, you whorey, ancient cow!"

Then she shot. And she shot again.

Within seconds, Mrs Crain was dead and Tatum was giggling. "I've got the highest body count!" she cheered, sprinting towards the van with a burst of energy.

"No, that title definitely goes to JJ," Pope told her, trying his hardest to keep up with the others. Thomas stayed back, and jogged behind with him. Both boys smiled a little.

"No, I mean body count, as in, kill count!"

"Probably not something to brag about!"

Kiara lifted the dizzy girl into the Twinkie before she collapsed to the floor once more.

The seven teenagers all took some time to breathe as they landed into the van, checking each other for gun wounds. The only person who would need stitches tonight was Tatum, but she needed stitches almost every day, thanks to her reckless behaviour.

For once, though, nobody shouted at her for it. Everyone cheered her on, and were grateful for the wild, dosy girl they each called their sister. Because if it weren't for her, every single person in that van would've been dead. They finally realised it now. She didn't hurt people because she enjoyed it - she did it to protect the people she loved. She killed someone, yes, but it was for the pouges, not herself.

Still, though, Tatum Quinn felt no guilt for the life she had taken.

Kiara squeezed her waist and rested her head on her shoulder, not caring for the dirt and diseases she was probably covered in.

"You guys look disgusting," commented Pope, looking back at the two who dared to go down the well. The well full of victims and violence. But also the well where they found the gold.

"God, you smell like ass," added Kie, but she didn't remove her arms from Tatum's waist.

Everyone fell back into laughter and quick breaths. Etstatic. Nothing could stop them now.

"What the hell just happened," gasped Sarah from beside the two girls. Tatum turned to her with a large grin, slapping the blonde girl over the face and getting mud everywhere, causing all three of them to giggle.

"All-time Pouge Hall of Fame, baby!" said JJ from the front seat.

Kie slapped his shoulder. "Oh, yeah!"

Thomas tiredly sighed and leaned his head back on the door of the van, trying his hardest to hide his goofy grin, the splitting image of his sister's. Pope looked at him with a genuine smile, trying not to laugh as he watched him battle his own cheek muscles.

"That bitch is possessed!" Kie shouted, full of the energy Tatum would usually be carrying at this time.

"That bitch can't aim!" Sarah added.

"That bitch is dead!" Tatum giggled louder than the others, and Kiara looked down at her, cupping her cheeks with a toothy smile.

Tatum reached up and slapped her, a handprint of dirt leaving its mark. She zoomed out on the various conversations going on in the van, staring up at Kie with nothing but pure love and admiration. She thought back on the dream she had after her fall. She wished that would be the future they'd have together. Wealth, happiness, a family - and, of course, the aging without wrinkles didn't hurt, either. But she really did want to spend the rest her life with Kiara Carrera. Even though she was only young, in this moment, she knew exactly how she wanted to grow old. Beside the girl she would love forever.

"What is that?"

Everyone turned to John B, who was running his finger over the bar of treasure they'd found.

"No, you didn't," gasped Sarah.

He shook his head. "I didn't." Before anyone could react with a frown, he pointed to Tatum, who was sitting peacefully between Kiara's legs, lost in her own world as usual. John B smiled. "Tate did."

And then everybody began to scream and whoop, and the poor girl had no idea what was going on. But everyone else was happy, so she joined in and accepted the praise she was randomly receiving.

And by the end of it, everybody was chanting, "FULL KOOK! FULL KOOK! FULL KOOK!"

The twins met eyes. They wouldn't be in OBX much longer. The thought of leaving the town used to put a smile on their faces, but now it made their stomachs hurt. They couldn't leave their friends. But they had to get away.