*Beval Hernandez's POV*:

"Arghh", I shrieked, falling into my knees and hands after being pushed back in my cell. The giggles from officers grew more and more distant.

"Those fucking bitches, I swear to god I'll kick their ass when I-" I muttered to myself, dusting myself off, but was swiftly interrupted by arms wrapping around me.

"BEVAL!"

Thomas ran over and hugged me, causing me to almost lose my balance and fall...again.

"THANK GOD! OH THANK GOD YOU ARE STILL ALIVE!

"For now", I sighed, pulling away. I took my hair out of its man bun and shook it, scratching my scalp. My dark brown hair fell to my shoulders with ease. It was the only carefree thing about me at the time. "They put us in an office and explained to us we will be executed in two days. And they said, before our execution, they suggested we write a letter to our families to say everything we need to say."

"A letter?"

"Yup. Crazy how they can't even give us enough respect to let us say it to them in person. I need a shower. I feel gross."

"Shower-time passed already, earlier this morning. It's noon."

We stood there, in silence for what felt like ten minutes.

"Did they say how you were going to die?"

A shiver grew down my spine as my stomach dropped. I really wish he never asked for I was trying to place it at the back of my mind and at least act like I didn't have a death date.

I looked down at the floor, blinking slowly.

"L-lethal injection."

Thomas stiffened up as we stood there. He abruptly walked away, grabbing onto his dreadlocks as the reality hit him. To be honest, I wasn't so sure why I wasn't panicking myself.

I knew reality was hitting me. I knew I was going to die, I knew they gave us more time so yes I should be a slight bit relieved. But I wasn't. I wasn't sure what I was feeling. It was like a mixture of all feelings into one. Not just panic, nervousness, sadness, anger or desperation. It was all of them mixed together to form a foreign emotion.

It was confusing and it was tiring.

And to think we could only write to those we loved?!

I wanted to tell them I loved them and will miss them, in person. To hug my mom and dad and tell them to keep surviving. To hug my older sister and tell her to tell my niece or nephew all about me. To get someone to tell Danny and Shimizu I'm sorry and that this was all my fault for not listening to them.

I couldn't even talk to Gaia, whom was going to die with me, but I yearned for nothing more than to hug her, to feel her arms around me, and to grab and kiss her. And with Celosia and Kimberly, I couldn't even go up to hug them and tell my two best friends that I care deeply about them and will see them in heaven. If the guards will allow us to do that before the execution that would be great, but still not enough time to say everything that's in my heart.

And to think, in just two days we will be executed and wiped off the face of the earth and nobody but the prisoners is protesting it? The regular-humans outside these walls clearly didn't care. The government didn't care. Nobody but us cared. It was like our very life didn't matter. Like we were ants to their world, we could get stepped on and nobody would bat a single eye.

I felt my knees going out before I fell to the ground in all fours.

"Beval?", Thomas asked from the other side of the room, turning towards me.

Tears dropped and splashed to the floor, but my face remained blank.

This was the first time in years that I cried. The last time was after I fought Danny in that cave on Vulcan Island all those years ago. Those tears were from the constant pressure put on us to survive, the worrying about killing-machines attacking us, Mohammed dying, and being on a deserted island with my other teenage friends and a 21 year old Danny, constantly worrying about how we were gonna get food and clean water.

But now it's different, these tears were from defeat. The defeat from trying to constantly fight to stay alive through every fucking thing thrown at us, back to back. From the extermination to Vulcan island to the outbreak to the shortage of food and water in our shelter, and then finding out after five years that Shimizu was alive throughout all of that. It was too much. My body broke down once, but now my mind was following suit.

"Beval?!", Thomas crouched down to comfort me, rubbing my back.

"I-I..."

A loud wail exited from my esophagus, releasing all of the pain and misery I have been through since I was given these powers by W.E.A. We lost everything because we were different. Our education, we could've been juniors in college by now, but we went into hiding halfway through our freshman year of high school. Our friends Kamryn and Mohammed. Our homes, pets, most of our possessions. Everything.

And here we were, still losing it all. Our home shelter, those that were in the shelter with us were now in jail cells, probably for the rest of their lives, only allowed out for food or shower. Shimizu and Danny didn't have a clue where we were for it was a secret to go again them. And now, we were losing our lives. Our lives will be taken two days and there was nothing we could do about it.

I couldn't take it anymore. As a grown man I know crying would look bad, but I didn't care. Nothing else mattered at that point.

"I WANNA GO HOME! PLEASE!", I wailed out.

Thomas eyes grew larger and he held me even tighter, rocking me from side to side.

"I CAN'T BE HERE ANYMORE! I WANNA GO HOME!"

I remember saying something similar that night in that cave I spent with Danny and our friends. That was hours after Mohammed was killed.

"It's okay...it's okay bro, I got you. Breathe. Just breathe", Thomas comforted, trying his best to not cry.

I knew Celosia and Mrs. King were looking from across the hall. I could feel their eyes on me, but I didn't care. My breakdown was too severe for me to feel any kind of embarrassment.

"Go ahead, let it out Val, let it out", Thomas continued, with a voice so gentle you would've thought he was my mother.

It silenced me a little. It calmed my breathing to a more manageable rhythm and the puddle of tears on the floor grew less and less. My arms went from my lap to my sides. I stared out at the white wall in front of me.

I guess all of those emotions mixed in one were just signs that I was going to give up, I just didn't know when.

That night I stared at the bottom of the top bunk. Thomas was still awake, but silent. Slight enough for me to sleep peacefully without him talking my head off. I laid there, hands behind my head as I reflected on my short twenty years of living, until I saw a figure from the corner of my eye.

It was the female officer. She stood by my cell, gesturing me to come over.

I felt like gagging, but did as told.

"Why spend the next two days mopping around? You're too handsome for that.", she sneered, leaning closer towards the bars.

"I'm going to die soon, who wouldn't be mopping?", I said with hidden attitude and a blank smile.

"Well, why not have some fun before you go". Again, she touches my chest. It took every inch of my body not to smack her hand away. She continued.

"After all, I know a place where we can be alone."

"Where?", I asked, leaning in.

"The janitors closet, don't worry, it doesn't smell too bad. But, it's one of those closets they don't use very much.

"I'm looking forward to it", I smiled, winking at her.

With seductive eyes steady on me, she leaned off the bars and walked down the hall.

"What a dummy", I said to myself, shaking my head.

"You know what you have to do right?", Thomas spoke up from his top bunk, eavesdropping.

"Yeah...I do."

My eyes gazed from down the hall to across from me. I see Celosia and Mrs. King looking at me. I nodded at them and they nodded back.

"Let's just see how soon it will happen", I finished.

*One day later*

Tomorrow evening, our execution would take place. It was ten at night, but I haven't seen the female guard anywhere. It's been a day since I last seen her. I was starting to get worried already, as she was my plan to get the keys and get into the employee lounge.

If I couldn't save myself, at least I could try and save everyone else. Minute by minute my nerves were getting worse. My mind began racing, until eventually, I heard a clash.

I jumped up from my bed, looking at who opened our cell. It was the female guard. I hate to say it but I felt overwhelming happiness. Not because she came to take me, but because my ticket to getting help has been giving to me, now I just have to take it.

"You miss me?", she smirked, leaning on the side of the cell's entrance.

"Like crazy", I chuckled, eye twitching in the process.

Giggling, she wiggled her finger for me to come with her.

I stood up from my bed. After putting on my black, low top converse shoes on, I followed her.

I glanced a look back at Thomas. He was asleep. I glanced a gaze at Celosia and Mrs. King to my right, they were also asleep.

"Don't worry, all of the officers are busy doing other things. I made sure of that. I told them I would handle the rounds", the female guard smiled as she stroked my stubble beard. If I hadn't already digested my dinner I would've vomited.

Going down the hall of cells, one face in particular leaned on the bars from the inside.

I looked their way, and my heart sunk. I saw Gaia, staring at me in confusion.

My eyes stayed on her as we walked passed her cell.

"Trust me. I have a plan", I mouthed to her slowly to make sure she understood every word. But suddenly, the ugly hag had move my head to face her way.

"Staring at another girl I see? Too bad I have you all to myself for the next two days."

A gasp was heard from behind me.

I knew that gasp was from the feeling of betrayal and heartache. I just knew it. It took every atom in my body to not turn around and beg and yell at Gaia that it wasn't what it looked like. And yet it was...but it wasn't.

I had no attraction to this lady nor motive to cheat on Gaia, I just wanted her keys and I will be using my looks and charm to get it and get in contact with Shimizu. I hoped Gaia understood that. I hope she knew I truly loved her and only her. My eyes teared up, but I squinted my eyes close, making sure they didn't stream down my cheeks.

It wasn't long before we reached the janitor's closet. It was remote, away from the cells, down another, but narrower hall that didn't have many doors. I watched as she took the keys from the right-side pocket of her pants and used the red one to open the door.

Once we were inside, she grabbed on to my white t-shirt and pushed me against the wall.

"You know you've been on my mind since I first took that information about you, Beval Hernandez."

"Have you now?", I asked in fake interest.

She nodded, then whispered in my ear. "If only we had more time to spend together. Shouldn't have killed those officers, huh?"

My hidden disgust turned into hiding rage. I wanted nothing more than to throw her across the room. I was raised to not hit women, but I was willing to make her the exception. Throwing our executions in my face to tease me like that turned me off more than I already was.

"Well...", she continued as she placed her hands under my shirt, moving them from my stomach to my chest. "We have all night, mind as well enjoy every second of it".

I wanted to scream as I felt her kiss and suck my neck. I wanted to push her away but I stood there instead, moving my face away from her to make sure she didn't aim for my lips next.

I thought about Gaia to make the sensation feel better, but I was too grossed out for it to work. Gaia's kisses and touch was euphoric. This was like one of those torture methods from the horror movie "Hostel".

I scrunched my face as I looked upward, praying for it to be over soon.

*BANG*

I jumped from the random noise, looking towards the closet door's window.

*BANG....BANG*

"What was that?", she asked, getting off of me and pacing towards the door's window.

*BANG BANG BANG*

"Gunshots? Why is there gunshots?!", I heard her yell to herself.

I snapped myself out of the confusion. I had to act now, ask questions later.

"What the hell?!", she yelled to herself again, placing one hand on the window.

This was my chance.

"There's officers running! What are they running towards?!", she furrowed her eyebrows, face plastered against the glass, looking towards her right.

I moved closer.

"I'm going to go help! You stay right here and don't mov-"

With a right hook, I swiftly thrusted my fist against her face with as much force as I could, causing her to fly backward and land on the floor with a great thud. I stood over her, making sure she was unconscious. Sure enough, she was knocked out.

*BANG BANG BANG BANG*

What the fuck was going on?

The sound of distant screams and yells could be heard in the distance, but my focus went back to getting her keys.

I crouched down and grabbed the keys that were in her right-side pocket.

Standing up, I jiggled them happily.

I opened the closet's door, but then looked down once more at the female officer, laying unconscious on the hard, cold floor.

"Stupid bitch", I scowled.

I walked out of the closet, shutting and locking the door.

*BANG...BANG BANG*

With a deep breath I ran down the hallway from which we came, ready to face lord knows what.