A/N: I'm not sure how you guys don't hate me! I'm not sure how you even remember what's been happening in the last chapters. I know, know, you don't need to tell me.

Thanks to everyone whose kept going with this story, anyone whose jumped in along the way, and to anyone whose started and made it this far.

As said in the first chapter, for the purpose of this fanfiction, books 4-6 are nonexistent.

James Patterson owns his characters, because if I owned them, the whole MR series would have ended differently (yeah I finished the last book…).

I own my characters, but willing to lend them out to people IF THEY ASK FIRST AND CREDIT THEM AS MINE.

And now, for the long awaited chapter.

Chapter: 38

No POV

To say that hell was breaking loose was true, if only a little exaggerated. Fires were beginning to start and spread through different parts of the building, the ceiling was collapsing upon itself and in one section, there was a battle going on.

Or an attempt at one anyway.

Bullets were without a doubt being fired, their loud noise covering the alarms that were going off. They were all aimed for the same person, but none were hitting the target.

Instead they were bouncing back and hitting the walls, or in most cases, themselves. As flyboys fell to their own weapons, the ceiling started to crumple and land on those still standing. But even through all that, the girl stayed standing, her arms out stretched. One above her head, the other towards the guns.

Kara's plan had really just been made with one goal in mind: make sure the others made it out. It was simple really, if only slightly suicidal, but she didn't care. She held up the ceiling so they could get out without being hurt, the other kept away the guns so that they wouldn't hit her for their sake, not hers. Because her flock was everything to her, and if they got out safe, then that was all that mattered. It didn't matter that once she ran out of energy, the shields would disappear. Any bullets still being fired at her would most likely meet their target, and if not, she wouldn't have any strength left to escape the falling ceiling.

There really wasn't much of a time frame for all of this either. It had to be quick, really quick. The others had already gotten a head start to freedom, and with Eion and Streak cutting the power, the shield had been dropped. They just had to fly out before any backup generators kicked in and put it back up, trapping everyone in. And through all of this, Kara was supposed to hold up.

Under any normal circumstances, this wouldn't be much of an issue. But normal circumstances went out the window a long time ago. Without mentioning the experiments she had been forced to undergo, more recently she had her shoulder dislocated, a possible torn tendon; she had been injected with something that now made her nauseous enough that the room kept spinning, and ceiling had fallen on her and that pain was still spreading through the side of her body. Kara couldn't wait to see the bruise that would leave.

So it didn't surprise her when her legs gave out and she fell on her knees, dropping the shields if only for a second before putting them back up. It didn't surprise her when she tasted the blood –her blood- on her lips and feel it run down from her nose. And as her vision started to become spotted and hazy, she couldn't help but think of her flock and recall memories of the good times they had had together.

Maybe that's what they mean about your life passing before your eyes just before you're about to die, she thought to herself. And for that moment, even though hell was breaking loose around her, Kara found herself oddly at peace. If she died today, it would be okay. Her flock would be okay, because Eion was going to be there for them. Eion, her brother, who she trusted more than anyone in the world, would take care of the people she loved most in the world.

And that's how she felt when she closed her eyes, for probably the last time, and let herself be taken by the darkness.