'We made it just on time.' A brown-haired figure says. It takes me short to realize who it is. Maysley. She is not dead. That bitch of a Colby lied to us. Maysley walks over to me and gives me a short hug. 'Good to see you're still alive.' She says. 'Well, I had to do a lot for it.' I say. Maysley nods. 'Where is she?!' She then asks panicked. I swallow sadly, and lay my hand on her shoulder. 'You won't be happy with what I am about to show you...' I say. Maysley shakes her head, confused. 'Just show me, Trace.' She says. I sigh, and walk over to the glass where Lashell's body is laying lifeless on the chair. Maysley stiffened and lays her hand on the glass, shaking. 'N-No...' She sniffs. I hold a hand on her arm. 'NO!' Maysley now yells. She breaks down in tears and falls on the ground. 'They can't do this!' Maysley sniffs. Maysley stands up after a lot of tears and anger, and turns around. She makes big steps to Sheila, Colby and Jenna. 'You all did this to her... This what you do. You don't give a damn about our feelings. The only thing you freaking got in mind is that we are bad but we are NOT!' Maysley bursts out. 'Mays, calm down, please.' Rye tries to calm her, but Maysley pushes away his hand. 'How?! How can I calm down if she is DEAD?!' She cries. I swallow. I can't stand it when people cry. 'Grab them. Lock them up.' Maysley demands crying to the other prisoners. 'She did this to herself, Lavanchy.' Sheila says. Maysley looks at Sheila for a while, with an angry glare. 'Oh I see. I told you, you were just a computer nerd. You only care about what the screen says, instead of the truth...' Maysley spits. Sheila looks defeated. Just like Colby and Jenna. 'You only care about yourself! Don't you see what it does to people?! Don't you see that it breaks? That it breaks ME?! Look at me, you killed her! How am I even going t-...' Maysley panics, but she gets cut off by a loud coughing. She turns around, just like me and the others. Lashell. No. That is not possible. She is dead... I saw her die... 'What...?' Maysley sighs out. Lashell falls of the chair, with her knees on the ground. 'Lash? Lash!' She yells. I can see Lashell looks up with weak eyes. 'Mays?!' She asks confused, but happy. They fall into an embrace and I run after Maysley to help Lashell stand up. 'Gosh, h-how...?' Lashell asks. Maysley grins through her tears. 'We are Mind Sisters. We will always find each other...' She smiles.

Lashell POV

The pain is over as I sit on a bench in the bright hallway. I don't care that this is Sheila's building. Trace and Wes are getting us some food and water. Yes. How much I just missed food. Clary is sitting on the bench in front of us. 'Good to see you back, Lash.' She smiles. I chuckle. 'You too, Clares.' I smile. We all laugh. 'So, how did it all go without me?' I ask, laughing. Maysley bursts out laughing, sarcastically. 'Oh, you don't even want to know.' She says. I grin. 'How many bitches did you have?' I ask, laughing. 'Oh, enough.' Maysley laughs. I grin. 'Me too. And to be clear, one is still alive.' I say. Clary sighs annoyed. 'Really? Okay, to be honest, I've got my babies here ready.' She says while she gives a short hit on her pocket. That's where her knives are. Maysley and I both laugh. 'Same for mine here.' Maysley says proudly, while she touches her bow and arrows. I smile. 'And I've learned something even more cool. Watch this.' I say, and stand up. Maysley and Clary both look confused at me, but I grin. I pull out my gun and start doing kung-fu moves. Then I start shooting around, and Maysley and Clary hide. 'Are you crazy?!' Clary asks. I laugh as I stop. 'What? I didn't kill any of you. Learned that from Trace, actually.' I smile, proudly. Maysley rolls her eyes, laughing. 'Mind if we join you...?' Trace asks. I look up and give him a short hug, as he hands me a bottle of water and a sandwich. 'Stole it from the canteen.' He says proudly. I laugh. 'You didn't even have to steal it. You just have to point their gun at them now and they'll do everything for you.' I laugh. 'True.' Clary laughs, while she takes a bite from her sandwich. 'So, what about you, Lash?' Rye asks. I look up. 'What?' I ask. He laughs. 'Come on. Tell us about your story. What have you been through?' He asks while taking a sip from his water. I lift my shoulders. 'A lot. Pain. But hey, don't you all worry. I am okay now.' I say. Rye nods. 'Hey.' Wes says, as he walks in. 'Hey.' I say back. 'Oh hey Wes.' Clary says, half interested. I laugh. 'I see you met Wes already.... Well... He was locked up with me in this awful place. He was like... My only friend here. Besides little Willow, but she... Yeah...' I say, sadly. Maysley looks at me and rests a hand on my shoulder. 'My gosh, Lash! How terrible!' She says. I lift my shoulders. 'It's all over now...' I say, and take a sip of my water. 'So... Tell us more about yourself. I actually don't know much about you.' Rye says to Wes. 'Well... I... I am seventeen years old... My Mind Brother is dead... He was in the rebel base.' He says. I look at him. He didn't tell me that... 'I am so sorry, Wes.' I say. He throws me a little smile. 'That is how things go these days...' He says, kind of sad, while he sits down on the empty spot next to Clary. Clary shoves away a little. 'Where is Drew?' She asks, while looking around. 'Helping the guards locking up Sheila, Colby and Jenna.' Trace explains. 'Oh... Well, okay.' Clary says. I have been looking at the ground, quiet. That bitch of a Trey is still out there, I realize. That still has to be done. 'Wait. Be right back. One thing still has to be done.' I say and put the cap on the bottle of water. 'Lash?' Trace asks. 'It's nothing worse, Trace.' I say. But he keeps following me. Everyone is. But I don't care. The more people see how much of a coward he is, the better. He is just playing the free villain now. Someone has to change that. He is no one in this world. No one. I mean, he pretended to be my friend. And after that he betrayed me.

I pull out my gun as I see him, and push him against the wall. 'It's okay. I can handle him.' I say to the Minders who held him. They nod and also point guns at him from the sides. 'What in the bloody world is this?! I didn't do anything!' Trey panics. 'Yeah, like I would believe that.' I spit. I point my gun at his temple. His face becomes red. 'Say goodbye. Remember, this is only a sacrifice. To make this world safer. When you're still alive, it's going to bother a lot. Like, you are a manly copy of Jenna. And one Jenna...' I say, and shoot.

'Is more than enough.'

We all see his body collapse to the ground. I stare at it, blankly. I don't care. I turn around at the others. 'Maybe we should escape this place now. I can't stand any of this hell anymore.' I say.

I don't know where we are going yet. But we'll figure out. At least we will leave Sheila's building, and fight every enemy off. I don't know what will happen next, but I just know that it isn't over yet. I might be freed, but there still has something to be done. One little thing. And that is Eth Miller. But... That would be alright. Of course will defeat him. And we are not the problem in this city. No. We are the saviors. We saved them. Minders will save humanity. Cause in the end, we are heroes after all...