As I run on the stairs of the building, something seems weird about this place. Trace, who is walking in front of me, keeps walking forward. But I turn around. He is standing behind us. Gun pointing at me. 'Stop moving.' He says. Trace now turns around. He pulls out his gun immediately and points it at the boy. 'Who are you guys and what are you doing here? Sheila has forbidden you to be here.' He says. 'Since when do we care what Sheila says?' I say and look at him, madly. 'Since I am her son.' He says. I grab my bow and arrow fast and point it at him. But he won't move. We keep standing there for a while. Trace and me against him.

'Since you are her son?' I ask. He nods. 'You can't be here.' He says. 'She won't allow you.' 'Well, we don't care.' Trace says. 'Okay, okay... Please, just... Bring me with you guys?' He asks. Trace and I look at each other for a second, then back at the boy. 'I thought you were all ready to kill us, since you are Sheila's son?' I ask. 'I know... But there is something more...' He says. 'Please, just take me with you guys.' I look confused at the boy. 'Drew. Well, actually Andrew, but Drew is more easy.' He says. I nod. 'Last name?' Trace asks behind me but I say that he has to shut up. 'We'll take you with us. Only on one condition. Just... Don't kill us.' I say. Drew nods. We walk upstairs.

Upstairs, Rye and Clary are reading something. Only, we don't know what. Rye looks up, and gasps when he sees Drew. 'Andrew?!' He asks. I look confused at both of them. 'Rye?!' Drew asks. 'Ehm...' Trace says just as confused as me. Clary just keeps staring at them. I was so confused. Rye now looks at me.

'Maysley... Andrew is my... Mind Brother...' He says. My eyes get big. 'That is how I found Rye.' Drew says. 'I knew he had something to do with you.' I sit down on one of the office chairs. 'So... You two are Mind Brothers? Why don't I know?' I ask and cross my arms. 'Because then Sheila would have taken one of us too.' Rye says. I sigh. 'So, you just gave Lashell and let yourself be?!' Clary asks. 'How selfish can you be.' 'It's not selfish, it's called being smart.' Drew says. 'Okay, so it is smart to give away one of your friends...' Trace says and crosses his arms. 'Listen, we had no other choice, okay? Sheila would've killed us.' Drew says. I can't stand this. It's all pressure. I decide to go to the real topic. 'So how does she believe you're her son?' I ask Drew. He looks at me. 'Well, adoption kid. But still, she used to treat me like a son.' He says. 'Used to?' Trace asks. 'Yes. Used to. I kind of walked away.' Drew says. I can do nothing more than stand up and walk away. 'This is pointless. I am sure you are lying to us.' I say. Rye looks up. 'Maysley, please. It is true. Believe me. For this one time.' He says. I sigh and turn around. 'How would I lie about something like this?' Drew says. 'Well... It's Sheila. Who knows what your real plan is.' I say. Trace crosses his arms in the corner. 'Prove it.' Trace says and he coughs. 'Alright.' Rye says. 'What is your favorite food?' Trace asks. Rye and Drew both answer: 'Pizza.'

It's hard to believe. And Rye never told me this. Sounds kind of logical, he didn't want to go to Sheila either. But still, now my Mind Sister sacrificed herself for something she didn't even know a thing about. It was unfair.

I am still standing in the middle of the room. Rye's eyes on me, just as Drew's, Clary still looking shocked from Rye to Drew and Trace standing in the corner with his arms crossed. I can hear Trace breathe heavily. He probably is mad. 'Should we just go?' He asks. Clary gives him a little sign that he has to shut up, and so he does. Rye walks into my direction, with a complicated face to read. 'Mays, please believe me.' He pleads. 'He's no harm to us, trust me.' And gestures towards Drew, who is looking at us with a straight face. I sigh deep. 'Okay then. So, where do we go now?' I ask. 'Lashell, of course.' Trace states. I nod, to just get to the real mission. 'Are those things dead?' Rye asks. Trace nods and loads his gun. 'Luckily for you, you went inside.' He says. 'Let's go.'

As soon as we run on the street, something felt weird. Like, something was hitting me. I felt it in my stomach. I sit down and hold my arms around my stomach. 'Mays, are you okay?' Rye asks. I shake my head. He sits next to me and puts an arm around me. 'Guys, wait! Something is wrong with her!' Rye says. Was it me, or did I saw black in front of my eyes?

And in just one second, my whole life changed.

Pain goes through my head, and I fall to the ground. I hear vaguely people calling my name, but that's too far away to hear it. Now I see what is happening. It's Lashell.

I can see her. She is sitting on a chair, tied up. Someone is pointing a gun at her, while a girl is hitting her. In her stomach. Exactly at the same place I felt my pain. Lashell is crying. 'Maysley, please...! Please, hear me!' She says and then, she gets another hit. At the same time, I feel that exact same pain. I yell very hard and I can hardly breathe.

Then, I open my eyes and inhale deep.

I see faces. Must be the others. I get up.

'Maysley, are you alright?!' Rye asks. Rye grabs me by my arm to be sure I won't fall. I see black in front of my eyes. I slowly nod. I recognize I have gotten tears into my eyes. 'L...Lash... S...She...' I stutter, but Rye holds me by my shoulders. 'Calm down, Mays. It's okay, I am with you.' He says. 'I can't calm down! I saw Lashell! They... They beat her! We should... We should go!' I say while hitting around me. 'They did... what?!' Trace asks me. 'They beat her. I told you guys I didn't trust this thing she went to.' I say and grab my bow and arrow. 'We are so going to kill them.' Trace says and loads his gun.

'Shh!' Rye says when soldiers are looking around the street we want to walk through. We hide in an alley. 'Are you kidding?' I sigh. I search into my pocket, but I find no grenade. 'Damnit.' I say. Clary stands up, and I know exactly what she wants to do. 'Clary, stop. Not now.' I say, but it already is too late. As normally, she calls them names. 'Hey, pair of gun sucking assholes!' She says and shoots one of them. 'Clary, please get back here!' I yell. But it's too late, and she shoots the others. 'Luckily we have our crazy, weird friend Clary Obsin from the neighborhood.' I sigh and stand up to help her. The others follow.