OKAY BOYS AND GIRLS, LADYS AND GENTLEMEN. THERES A SUICIDE IN THIS CHAPTER (I put that in the story description btw). PLEASE BE CAREFUL. I PUT THE SCENE IN THESE ******* JUST IN CASE. OKAY? OKAY. (I'll tell you who died in the A/N.)

WPOV

I felt a scream vibrate through my chest, but I was strangely deaf to my own cry. Octavian tightened his grip - his fingernails digging into my shoulders in the efforts of keeping me in place. I watched helplessly as Nico crumpled to the ground.

He didn't get up.

A new wound had opened on his forehead, the blood adding contrasting color to his skin. His eyes fell shut. I couldn't tell if he was breathing.

Maybe world slowed down around me, or I was just experiencing things too fast, but it felt like an eternity before anyone moved. Kronos finally bent down to check for a pulse, placing his hands on Nico's body.

Please be okay. I need you to be okay. I needed a miracle.

"He's alive." Kronos said, with trace amounts of relief in his voice.

I felt more than just relief. It was as if the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. While Nico was alive, there was still hope. We still had a chance.

But our chance was becoming slimmer and slimmer. Kronos was a brute. Taking him down would be near impossible, even if I managed to break free from Octavian. To be honest, if Kronos wanted to walk out of the trailer with Nico, I doubt I could do anything to stop him. He was simply bigger and stronger than me - the scale of the fight would tip in his favor.

My best option wasn't to fight. The only thing that would make sense for me to do was to try to stall Octavian and Kronos.

However, I knew time was running out. I didn't care about what happened to me anymore.

Everything came back to Nico's wellbeing.

I was definitely scared for him - there's only so much damage a person can take before something unimaginable happens. Did Kronos even check his pulse right? What about the blow he had just taken? That could have easily left him with a concussion - or something worse. Not to mention his stab wound....

The only thing stopping me from lunging towards Nico was the gun tucked in the back of my captor's pants. Octavian was obviously a crazy person, so I didn't want to startle him into going trigger-happy.

Kronos was tired of standing around, though. He pulled Nico up by his shirt, then slung the boy over his shoulder.

"Wait!" I cried. I was at the end of my rope, panicking at the idea of what was happening.

Kronos paused slightly. "What is it, kid? Don't embarrass yourself."

"I-I think you're making a mistake." Hot tears made their way down my face. I glanced at the limp form of my boyfriend. I cut my eyes to the ground almost immediately, not wanting to watch the way Nico's blood dripped to the floor and was staining the man's shirt.

I decided to use a tactic of logic. A swallowed, forcing the words past my throat. "You said he wouldn't last a week, remember?"

"I know what I said. It'll be okay. I'll make sure he's offered for a cheaper price than the rest of the group. I don't care how long he lasts, as long as he generates some profit." Kronos turned and started walking towards the door.

If they left, there was an overwhelming possibility that I would never see Nico again. Nico, the boy I loved. Neeks.

My voice hitched. "I can-"

The sentence was snuffed out like a candle flame. Kronos didn't bother turning around as he cut me off, doing so with a chuckle. I'll never forget what he said over his shoulder:

"You're embarrassing yourself."

And - just like that - he walked out the door, taking Nico with him.

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I stood silently, anguish filling every piece of me. Only ten minutes had gone by, and Nico was in more danger now than ever.

It was my fault.

My plan put him in risk. The police should've been called sooner. The two hours would have been good enough timing if I walked, but I didn't do that. I ran because I was so worried.

That worry was going to be my downfall.

Octavian's grip was still locked onto my shoulders and he was able to feel the way they shook with sobs. I found it odd that he gave me so much time to process what had just happened, rather than killing me right away.

My back was to him, so I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his breath on my neck. His breathing was very slow and deep, like when you're smelling flowers.

He was relishing my sorrow.

However, that must have grown boring. He suddenly yanked me around to face him, pushing me roughly against the wall with surprising strength. His eyes looked maddened.

The way he was looking at me sent chills down my spine. Everything about it was terrifying.

"Do you want to know a secret?" He asked, voice with a strange pitch. His face was only inches from mine and the smile stretched his features wrong.

I didn't nod. He mistook my cowering as a cue to continue.

"In order to keep di Angelo from running off again, I let him go to the school and make friends. I told him I enlisted a spy there to keep me informed about who he was friends with, so I could threaten them later. That sounds like something out of a shitty movie, doesn't it?!" He threw his head back and laughed, hysterical giggles bouncing around the room. "There wasn't ever a spy! I kept him here because of his own paranoia! Isn't that crazy?!"

He laughed some more, but this time letting one arm reach for his gun.

It was him or me. I didn't want to die. I especially didn't want to die like this.

I threw myself into action. While Octavian moved, I took the opportunity to slam my body forward, knocking the gun away and sending us both sprawling.

Octavian cursed at me. He tried moving towards the gun, but my goal was to keep him away from it. I grabbed at his legs in an awkward attempt at pinning him down.

There was a banging on the door, causing us both to jump.

"Open up! Police!"

That was the push Octavian needed. He tripled his efforts. With a savage kick to my face, I railed back, tasting my own blood.

Octavian stood against the corner - gun in his hand and the look of insanity on his face. In that moment, he was the winner.

A loud crash came from the doorway, the sound of the police successfully beating the door down. In seconds, the room filled with people, four officers with guns of their own.

"Drop the weapon!" Mars commanded, pointing his firearm at Octavian. "You're under arrest, there's backup on the way- I said drop the gun! NOW!"

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I saw Octavian hesitate, his finger on the trigger.

I was sure I was going to die. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that could prepare me for obliteration.

This isn't how I wanted to go. I thought. I'm not finished yet.

I heard the gunshot.

I was still alive.

I sat there, too scared to open my eyes and see what happened. I couldn't hear anything, either. My ears were ringing too much.

Mars started shaking me. I eventually looked at him, but everything was wrong.

I looked towards where Octavian was once standing. Now there was a figure laid on the ground. His blood trailed down from the walls and was pooling by his head.

He had put a gun in his mouth.

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A/N~

Well, at least Octavian's dead.

..........

I need to work on my time management skills.