AN: So, I wanted to do something more than a onzie (creative block is making them impossible) but I also wanted to try and challenge myself the way I did with LS and BTL. I've been taking all of the reviews/criticism both positive and negative and am hoping to apply. I.e. a stronger Bo (in traditional sense), less Lauren-focused, not apart and coming back together, etc. Here's the prelude and the first chap should be up relatively soon tonight. I can't promise an epic 20 + chapters, but I can promise a hopefully fresh story with pokiepup roots. If this is something that seems worth the read please let me know, if not I'll scrap and go back to suffering through creative block Lol.

Thank you.

Bo's Voice Over: Even in the darkest moments, it's in her that I find solace.

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"You can have me!" My hand clutching my stomach, desperately trying to stop the gushing, if only for long enough to reach him. A loud crack as I stumble into the room, I can't be sure if the wall has snapped my shoulder back in or out of place. "It's always been me who you've wanted." The boards creak beneath my feet, and I'm sure they'll give away any second now. "The darkness in me-it's far stronger than it could ever be in her." My legs may shake as I step over body after body, but somehow, even to my own surprise my voice remains steady. "Take me." I plead, and while somehow my voice keeps the illusion of strength, I can feel myself slipping with every step.

"We've played this game before Bo."

I nod, doing the very thing I swore I wouldn't do. My foot scraping across someone's stomach and I foolishly find myself looking down. Heart skipping a beat as even through the layers of drying blood I can make out his face. Unable to stop myself, my eyes wander up the floor, it doesn't take but a second to spot his father. Swallowing the lump in my throat it doesn't take long to find Vex and Theo. Trembling steps forward putting a little more carnage out of sight, too bad there was still so much more ahead.

'Go fuck yourself', is what I want to say, but the sight of Kenzi's bloody body near his feet sends this wave of pain ripping through my chest and for a moment I forget to breathe. It's only the feeling of my knees giving in that reminds me to take a breath. The floorboard cracks as my knees slam into it, I'm sure I'm going to go right through it, but somehow it manages to hold.

'I won last time', is what I want to say, but the sight of his hand around Lauren's throat keeps me from saying a word. She looks so weak, so scared, yet so calm at the same time and I think that scares me more than anything else.

I could try and feed off the room, Lord knows there's enough options, but how many are actually alive is-questionable. Even if I did, it would kill them in this state and if I was to win, could I live with that? Could I force Lauren to live with that? That is even if I could get enough chi to heal-fast enough before he hurt her-too many ifs. I could give him what he wants, but can I break the promise to her mother? Can I do that to Kenzi, who raised her? Could I do that to her? Again, could I force Lauren to live with knowing the cost of her life was another's?

"Give me what I want Bo, there is still time to save yourself." He speaks, but all I hear it static. My free hand reaching out in front of me, trying to support my weight. "To save your band of do-gooders, what's left of them anyway." I watch the blood falling on the floor in front of me and I can't be sure if it's coming from my head, my mouth, or somewhere else I had yet to notice. "The love of your life."

"This can't be how it ends." I whisper to myself, I think it was supposed to be a thought, but at this point what does it matter anyway?

"Maybe even my grandchild." I manage to tilt my head up enough to stare at him, suddenly the static clearing and its dead silent. His free hand now resting on her stomach, this look of pride written over his blood sprinkled face. It's sickening. "I want my family Bo."

"You want power."

"Family is power." He smiles, slowly taping his fingers against her stomach as my jaw clenches. "Now you can give me your sister and this all stops. Or I can take Lauren and your child, wait for it to come of age. Turn sweet Lauren Fae again, can't promise she'll keep her sanity or life for that matter. Your mother didn't. We'll make a nice little family. Who knows," He turns his face so his lips are against her cheek. "Maybe we'll hit it off." His lips part enough as he bites her cheek. "Give me your sister Bo," His attention drifting back to me, a new sense of annoyance in his voice. "She's not even your full sister."

Can I trade my sister to this monster? Can I trade her for Lauren-for my child? Can I trust him that there is a child? Can I trust that he'll really even let us live? Can I really believe trading one life for a dozen is acceptable? Can I really pretend that even if we manage to live through tonight or tomorrow or even next week that he won't be back?

I find myself staring into her eyes, and I know the answer.

I'm not that person-I'm not even close to being that person.

The real question I should be asking myself is what kind of person I actually am, because in this second I couldn't tell you. Am I the person who trusts in myself enough to let him take her, play dead for now and regroup? Am I the person who trusts in myself enough to give him my sister, hope he doesn't kill us all, and regroup to find her? Am I the person who not only knows but understands that letting him take Lauren would save hundreds of lives and give us another fighting chance? Am I the person who knows this but can't make that call? Am I the person to go for that one last Hail-Mary play and probably die here with everyone else-including Lauren?

Tears slip from my eyes, every breath drawn feels like I've swallowed a jar of needles. The blood pouring from just about every orifice I have, in fact I'm pretty sure my hand is holding an organ or two in place. I've lost count of the number of dislocations I have, hell they might be breaks. Internal bleeding? Sure, I'm sure I have some of that too. The tears though, they aren't from the pain, in fact I think I'm actually starting to go numb.

The tears are at the sight of her. She looks so tired, so weak, and even now this level of calm. Her own tears beginning to fall, and I know the look she has. She's made up her mind about something-oh God.

"Lauren." I let go of my side, both hands pressing against the cracking floorboards. Every muscle in my body tightening as I push the balls of my feet against the breaks in the wood.

'I love you', she mouths the words to me, nodding against his hold with this faint smile as her eyes close.

She's made her decision, she knows who she is-she always has.

So the question remains, who am I?