Note: Wow you guys loved the last chapter! And welcome back dreamer4evera! We all missed you! And oh what I do in this one...but first, I was scrolling through the reviews -so thankful for them all- and I found one asking about the people Chase killed when he tore down the facility. Good question, it really comes into play, in the next few chapters, because I was saving it for maximum effect. And, I found one about Chase's mentality changes. One said he used to be thoughtful and loving. He still is, as he underwent that torture, even slipping lies with grains of truth whenever he did talk, to spare his siblings from that, and he only talked when Lagos threatened to bring in his siblings. And he did want to stay away from the Davenports as to not intrude on their new life. He's changed, but still there. And IMPORTANT FOR THIS CHAPTER. Swan Song: is a metaphorical phrase for a final gesture, effort, or performance given just before death. Thanks Wikipedia! But yeah, keep in mind, there are many ways to die. Emotional, physical, mental, so many different ways. And keep in mind, when you go into shock, you don't think too straight. Hopefully you'll enjoy this! Please review! Shoutout to daphrose for being awesome!

Chase had Lagos pinned against the wall, and past that he was still formulating a plan. How can I make him pay for six months in short time? Should I do it? Can I even do it? Chase would never let Lagos know that, however. Would never let him see the indecision inside. Chase hid it so well, Lagos thought he was taking his sweet time. That just instilled more fear in Lagos. In a sudden flood of anger, Chase broke both Lagos' arms. Lagos tried to scream, but Chase's molecularkinetic grip on his throat was too strong. Lagos was mute.

"I'll admit, Lagos, you might have actually done some good for my family. I'll give you that. But no mercy. How could I ever show you that after everything you've done?" Chase snapped the mans' leg bones, and didn't mind the mental screaming Lagos was doing. Not to mention the fear and humiliation Lagos was feeling. Maybe it is possible for him to feel everything I felt in such a short time.

"It isn't easy, is it? Knowing your life is in the hands of someone who can be so cruel? Knowing whatever they decide to do you will be virtually powerless to stop it." Chase made the man's lungs stop breathing. When Lagos was on the verge of unconsciousness, the lungs were permitted to suck in air.

"I want you awake for everything you go through. You wanted me awake, didn't you? Do you think you'll enjoy being within an inch of your life so many times, being hurt so much, that no matter what you think you have to live for -and you have nothing, Lagos- living just isn't worth it. Somehow, you don't see in the color that everyone else does. All you see is gray and black. You see nothing but evil, and people who don't do evil, but aren't white either. Trust me, you won't enjoy it. But I don't think you'll live long enough to see it." Chase forced the heart to stop beating, and, until Lagos was about to die, Chase allowed the heart to pump.

"Lagos, I have more important things to do then waste my time on you. I have a have a life to live." With that, Chase made everything that wasn't bone explode from Lagos' body. The little bits of body splattered the wall and floor, accompanied by the blood. Lagos' skeleton clattered to the floor. A completely clean Chase simply stood there. He felt everything and absolutely nothing.

I just killed a man. I know everything he did, but he was still human. Was he human? After everything Lagos did, was he still human? No. Neither are you, though Chase. You let him take away your humanity. Now, and in the past. You're no better than him. Chase stumbled a few steps back, unable to think or look at himself or what he'd done. He turned and sprinted for his siblings, hoping to leave everything behind.

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He ran into them right as they exited the facility. Bree exhaled in relief. "What happened to Lagos?" She asked slightly out of breath. Chase was surprised at how easy it was to keep the horror off his face. I have to protect them, even if I have to lie to them. But he detected hostility, and hidden figures moving. Oh no, the guards! He shoved his siblings forward as the ground where they had previously been was peppered by bullets. They wound up in the lobby of the building. Lagos' builiding. No, forget him. He's gone, he's nothing. Oh no, he's you, and you're him. Every time you see something his company makes, what will you think of? How you killed him, almost enjoying it? How you lied to your family? How you- STOP! Chase wanted it all out. It flooded through him so strongly he lost all sense of everything. Then he felt the rumble. The rumble of a giant earthquake. Everything shook. Chase opened his eyes. He saw the slight mirage/heat wave like air. My molecularkinesis must've reacted... He dropped to the ground, exhausted after all the energy he'd put out.

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Bree was terrified. The building and ground was shaking, bits of the roof were collapsing, and her brother collapsed. He had to have gotten hit by something! We'll all die if we stay here any longer!

"Adam, grab onto me!" She seized Chase's hand in hers, and when Adam's connected with hers, she sped them to safety.

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Bree was hugging herself, curled up on her knees under a blanket. The news was showing the facility. Every building had collapsed, killing anywhere between 3,000 to 5,000 people. Bree shivered again.

She'd seen the facilities. Seen some terrible things. Seen some of the prisoners, so broken and beaten, their eyes haunted her. Seen how the people who work up above walked around like they owned the world. Seen how some just did their work, hoping to get home. What haunted her most were what could've been. Those prisoners could've lived long happy lives, benefited humanity, only to end in suffering. Those white collars could've helped in so many ways, and refused to.

This was the human race in a nutshell. Why should I fight when so many do wrong? Why should I save them? What did they do? Most are just cruel, some do good. Would it not be easier on us all to just go to the afterlife, and never go through this agony? She heard something stir. She turned. It was Chase, rubbing his head as if he'd woken from a nap.

"Bree, what happened..."

"The facility was destroyed by the earthquake. It's estimated 3,000 to 5,000 people died." She saw the look of devastation in Chase's eyes. "Chase, they deserved it. Some people's suffering ended, some ended." Bree curled up tighter, shaking. She didn't see the look of failure in Chase's eyes. How he'd failed to hide it from her.

He sat next to her. "Bree, I saw all that, and a lot more too." His voice broke, then became stronger. "But when I came back, you know what I thought? I saw people helping others, completely ignoring each other too. I saw so much evil, and so much good. And I thought 'Why fight for this? We don't deserve it.' Then I realized, who was I to judge? Sometimes, Bree, we need that evil. We need that evil to show just how important that one smile, that one direction you give, that promise you keep, is important. I decided to keep fighting for the day someone realizes it, and decides to start, by little or big things, to do more good. Humanity is about progress, we will always strive for perfection. We will got knocked back, we will have evil people disguised as good, but in the minuscule chance we can ever eradicate evil, that's what I fight for. The past and present may not be pretty, but the future...that can be improved." Chase wrapped an arm around her, and Bree began to hope again. To believe.

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Donald felt like a fish out of water. Helpless, desperately trying to get back to normal life. His children seemed so different. Adam was quiet and tentative, Bree was desperately tenaciously trying to keep her faith in humanity. Chase...just seemed so brooding and out of place. Donald had no idea how to fix them. They seem...broken. Dead, even. I would give everything, my money, my looks, my smarts, everything and anything and then some, just to have them happy. Jubilant. Themselves. Alive.

Note: See, many ways to die? ANDF READ THE CHAPTER TITLES PEOPLEN THEYRE CHOSEN FOR A REASON! And next chapter'll be longer and the feels train comes.