Jemma: The end.

It only took minutes to navigate their way through the desolate halls of that torturous place. Ray and Joseph had done their work well, and had made a very good diversion to make sure the guards were out of the way. Kai, Tyson and the others were waiting by the entrance; As Ray and Joseph ran out, Kai and Dunga dropped humongous rocks directly onto the heads of the approaching guards.

Hopefully, none of them were dead. Though Mariam and Ozuma wished just the opposite.

Once the others laid eyes on the two, fear struck their hearts. Mariam's half-nakedness didn't even faze them, as they saw the bloody shirt wrapped tightly around her stomach and heard the battered breathing. Ozuma's shoulder was an awful sight, and as he tried to jog over to them, the spasms in his body from the electric shocks made him look like he had a severe case of turret's syndrome.

"..What....? What happened?!" Hilary said enthusiastically, standing over Mariam in Ray's arms and looking at her scarily.

"No time to explain." Ozuma spat. "Call a fucking ambulance!"

In two seconds flat Max had pulled out his cell phone and made a Nine One One call.

"They're on their way." He said, kneeling down with Ozuma and Ray as Ray gently placed Mariam on the ground. However, she wasn't completely on the ground for long as Ozuma lifted said girl's head gently and placed it in his lap.

They'd just been rescued... Why were there still tears in his eyes...?

"Mariam..." Ozuma whispered, leaning down over the nearly unconscious girl. "Mariam, we're out. We're gonna be okay. Please.. You just have to promise me you won't leave me now..." With that, the SaintShields leader, placed a tender kiss on Mariam's forehead.

Kai and the rest of the SaintShields' rose their eyebrows, a little curious as to just how much they missed. But even in the worst of times, there was a time to ask questions, and a time to be completely silent.

Hilary, Tyson and the others thought this time was now.

"......What happened?" Kai could no longer hold it in.

Ozuma looked up at him.

"We found Hell." Kai cocked his eyebrow again at that, but turned his head to the approaching ambulance over the road. And the cop cars behind it.

Once both Mariam and Ozuma had been checked into the hospital, the police had finished raiding the Hunting Society. Ozuma had overheard them talking.

The remains of about 800 people were found in there.

Another 50 people were found alive.

Over 20 rich and powerful men and women were removed from the estate as 'staff' and 'customers.' Some of those people, Ozuma had heard about on the news.

They had wives and husbands.
They had children.
They were normal people.

It sickened Ozuma. It sickened him deeply. Were their marriages going through problems....? Were their kids not doing good in school and totally causing trouble.....?

DID ANY OF THAT REALLY GIVE THEM AN EXCUSE?!

Ozuma squeezed his eyes shut tighter, than opened them as the last policeman walked out of the room from talking with him. The red and black haired boy reached behind him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Most of the pain was gone now, with the miracles of modern medicine.

But that wound would never heal.

Physically? Yes. Emotionally?

No.

He would continue carrying the scars. They would never leave.

He looked over at Mariam, slumbering in the bed next to his with an oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose. The doctors said she was in a serious condition. Ozuma himself had been told that several bones were chipped in his knees, and he needed plates and cautery to fix them. The wound on his shoulder had to stay as it was. He was lucky, that it didn't sever a main artery or puncture his spine. There would always be a dent there. And being tasered for a few hours, well, no one could even figure that one out.

'Your will to live must've been impeccable. The average male would've died after minutes.' Ozuma remembered his words.

But Mariam?

Ozuma didn't know what to think or say.

'She's in a very grave condition. The wounds on her back should heal just fine, but with the torn tendons in her ankles, there's a possibility that she'll be walking with a limp for the rest of her life.'

But the news about her chest wound were the worst. It was a wonder she was alive right now. When Ozuma and Mariam were first brought into the hospital and bleakly examined, the first diagnosis was that Mariam needed a heart transplant.

But under further examination, there was a small hope that maybe the sickle Marik had used didn't tear the vesicles in her heart too badly. Perhaps her blood would soon scab the vesicle, and then her blood would circulate normally again instead of up her throat and out of the rest of her wounds.

For now, it looked lucky, and that her heart would be okay. But those scars....

She would have such horrible scars.

'Sometimes, the emotional distress of certain times and opportunities is greater than any physical injury can comprehend. Hopefully, the Love and support of her friends and family will be enough.'

Ozuma looked at her sadly. A tear rolled down his cheek, before he shakily got out of his bed, and moving the medicine staff with him, he moved over to her's. He reached down, and moved the oxygen mask for a moment.

Long enough to lovingly kiss her lips.

Ozuma pushed open the doors of the warehouse, and stepped inside.

A smile appeared on his face, and he looked down at Mariam, holding his arms with a weak smile on her's.

"We're finally home." Mariam's smile brightened, and she turned his head, pressing her lips to his. He smiled into the kiss, one of his hands caressing her smooth cheek. Once the kiss was broken, Mariam smiled before turning and walking into her bedroom. Without a limp.

Ozuma looked around and gave a deep sigh, closing his eyes.

They'd been given the greatest gift of all.

Life.

"Ozuma, you coming?" Mariam asked, peeking out at him from behind the wall of her room. Ozuma smiled.

"Yeah, I'm coming." He walked into her room after her, and gently shut the door behind him.

Mariam just looked up at him, her bright emerald eyes scanning his, as he gently backed her up into the bed, and letting them both fall over with a giggle.

Ozuma looked down at her, letting his finger trail down her temple, and to rest on one of her lips. He smiled as she kissed it. He moved both his hands up, holding her cheeks, and bringing his forehead down to meet her's.

"I Love you."

"I Love You too." She smiled, and didn't stop Ozuma's hand, as he began to gently pull down the shoulder of her shirt. Once that was done, she pulled off his. Then, he pulled down her skirt, as she did his shorts. Next, they lost their underwear.

Ozuma scanned her with his eyes, entranced by the shine of her's. Soon, he let a single finger trail down her chest, along the rind of the scar. Mariam's face dropped a little, and she placed her hand on his, and sat up a little under him.

"Mariam?" He asked, looking at her with concern. She shook her head.

"No. It's ugly." She pouted, looking away from him. Ozuma smiled weakly at her, as he turned her back to face him.

"No. You're beautiful." Mariam gingerly raised a hand, and let it fall onto his smooth cheek. He kissed her pretty mouth again, promising his Love to her.

Soon, she lay down again, and he followed her lead.

Once they'd committed to a relationship over their problems, he kissed her for what seemed like only the first time that night.

"I Love You."

"I Love you. And I need you. And I'm happy I never left you." Both of them smiled, and continued what would still seem to be recovery.

To get back to Life. Together.