Author's Comment: Hello everyone! It's time for a very emotional and dark chapter, so be warned! I've been busy with school and vacation, so sorry to keep you waiting an astronomical amount oftime (Seriously, I'm sorry).

But anyways, as "they" say: "Better late than never!


Vince POV

Although I'd love to revel in the moment, I remember that my time here is limited.

I kick in the door to the apartment and immediately fire a bullet, knowing that taking out the rabbits first would be a smart decision.

However, immediately upon firing a bullet or two from my AR, I raise an eyebrow.

No one's home.

Or maybe they're hiding.

"Trevon!" I yell, "where are they?!"

He looks a bit rattled as he scans the entryway, noting that all the lights are out and any sign of animal presence non-existent.

"Are we sure this is the right house?" he asks me, and I glare in his direction.

Trevon can truly be an idiot sometimes. Is he seriously asking me if we're at the right house? Does he doubt my planning so much as to ask such an insolent question?!

"Of course we are" I state, "Bellwether told me..." I stop.

"Maybe she was confused" Trevon suggests.

I groan, covering my muzzle with my hand.

"You three" I say, gesturing to Trevon and two other henchman, "stay here and search the home. If you find anything, make it known. We'll move up to the next floor" I continue, looking over at the remaining henchman.

"Okay" he says, masking any hint of uncertainty or fear behind his obedient tone, "okay".

Nick POV

The very seconds that I take a moment to catch my breath, everything changes.

My eyes immediately widen at the distinct sound of gunshots from the floor below us, shaking me internally.

"Oh God" my mother speaks, "I knew it!"

What follows next is a utterly dizzying sequence of events as my mother rushes us to move, gathering whatever we can to use in self-defense.

Judy looks truly terrified as we move towards her parents' bedroom, the room furthest from the front door, my mind rushing.

It's all happening so fast. I've had no time to react at all, and I seem to be a bit stuck in the past mentally. I simply can't process the unfolding events that threaten my very life.

"Hurry! Hurry!" Judy's mother tells us hurriedly as she ushers us into the room, obviously dreading the impending disaster.

Very few time in my life have I felt this frightened; which considering the past few weeks means it's quite the accomplishment. I know that my dad can spawn creative ways of torment in his twisted mind.

I think back to the former abuse I used to suffer almost daily, fearing that perhaps I'm about to face that pain once again.

I blink as we sleek away into a corner, making sure that Judy is right beside me.

Her amethyst pools seem to glow as she holds her gaze towards me, holding on to my shaking arm, her horror synonymous with me. I can almost feel the waves of dread radiating from her body as she bites her lip, gesturing for me to stay calm.

"It's okay" she whispers, not knowing what else to say at this point.

I shake my head lightly.

"I...I hope..." is all I manage to mutter.

I feel my mom's presence beside me as she holds a handgun I assume the Hopps' gave to her, her finger ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

"I love you, son" she tells me sincerely, holding my paw tightly.

"I love you too, mom" I reply quickly, knowing this could very well be my last conversation with her.

"Wait!" Judy's mom says, her eyes lighting up, "this is a really old apartment!"

My mom glances at her with a confused look.

"What?" she asks in a whisper.

"The laundry chute!" she responds excitedly, "in the laundry room!"

My mother jumps up quickly as we begin our dangerous trek to the laundry room; just down the hall. Luckily the front door is still quite a ways away, so we don't have to pass a potential threat.

"Potential" I joke to myself silently, "You mean definite".

We close the laundry room door behind us quickly but quietly, hudding up to the trapdoor type opening.

I watch Judy's parents hold her tightlym whispering something to her as they kiss her on the cheek, Judy looking as though her soul has left her body.

Subsequently, her parents move to my mother.

"Just wait until we hear them getting close to the front door" they tell us, "then you just slide down".

My mother suddenly shows a look of disbelief.

"This is your home" she tells them, "you two are going first!"

Judy's parents shake their heads.

"You're our guests. I promise we'll all get out" Stu Hopps assures us, "No worries".

My mother sighs as she peers down the trapdoor with wide eyes, her fingers rubbing her other arm in apprehension.

"That's pretty far down" she states, "we'll be okay?"

Stu Hopps nods.

"You'll be fine as long as you brace yourselves. The police will probably be down there, and-" Bonnie begins, but the sound of a glass being knocked over and shattered in the house interrupts her.

"He's here" my mom says solemnly, "let's go".

Vince POV

"You imbecile!" I whisper to Trevon, "you just gave our position away!"

His eyes dart across the room innocently.

"You did too when you shot just a few minutes back" he retorts, and I stare him down.

"If we weren't here right now, you wouldn't have a head" I say, meaning every word of it.

"I know" he responds, "but after this, the police will have us anyway. We'll be as good as dead".

This coward! Where is he obtaining these lies! We'll make it out. I'll be the biggest threat that Zootopia has ever seen! I will!

"No" I say calmly, "you're wrong".

I hear a creaking sound in the door a bit down the hall on the right and my attention instantly moves to it.

What if they're planning an ambush? What if they have this figured out?

I put my ear against the door, killing all obselete questions from my mind.

There's something in there alright.

I take a moment to gather myself as a slam into the door, knocking it off the hinges effectively.

I immediately come across two rabbits; a middle aged man and woman, and I chuckle.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hopps?" I ask in a sinister tone, "fancy seeing you here".

"In our own home?" they reply jokingly, "you must not be too bright".

I smirk, knowing plainly that what I see in front of me is nothing but bravado.

"Where are they?" I ask bluntly.

"They're gone" they tell me, "we expected you'd be here".

I narrow my eyes, waving my arm to keep my henchman from firing just yet.

"Impossible" I tell them, "unless...".

The gunshots! That's it! But that wouldn't give them much time to gain any distance! They couldn't have made it past us on the staircase undetected...

"They're still in your home. You don't think I'm stupid, do you? You'd never die away from your daughter..."

Suddenly, I pick up on a scent: unmistakably my former wife's.

I knock the pair out of the way, trying to open the door that the scent is coming from.

"That's it! They're in the closet! Come on out, you two silly ducks!" I say sadistically, batting the two rabbits away.

"I guess you won't mind if I take out one of the easter bunnies then, would you?" I ask to them from the outside.

I grab Mrs. Hopps and Trevon holds Mr. Hopps back, slamming her to the floor and drawing my bowie knife.

"Ten seconds" I tell them, "you have ten seconds to get out of there! It's time for a family reunion!" I scream with an uncontrollable smile, knowing that blood is about to be spilled.

"Sir, perhaps the scent of blood will help them make up their minds" Trevon advises, and I nod at his words.

"Always".

I stab the knife into the female rabbit's shoulder, causing her to wail in agony as her husband struggles mightily.

"Dear God, no!" he screeches, tears wetting his furry face.

"Your bravado is done!" I yell to them as well as my family in the closet, "get out or they will both die painful deaths!".

Still, I hear no response.

"Very well" I say softly, slashing at the rabbit's leg, causing more blood to spurt out.

"Stop!" she cries, "please!"

I stop for a moment, trying to recall just what mercy is.

But then it slips my mind again.

The shrill screams of the male rabbit would be enough to jar any animal other than me, but I don't take a moment to stop and consider the agonizing waves.

I continue slashing at the hindered rabbit, watching her eyes, filled with pain and sorrow.

She'll never wake up again. Never.

How dare she hide my treacherous family! How dare they!

Her screams begin to sound quite bubbly as I slash at her throat, knowing that death is just moments away.

But still one question remains:

Why are they not intervening?!

Judy POV

I'm broken. Absolutely broken.

My vision seems to be cracked in two as the police help us into an armored car, my entire body numb with an unmeasurable pain.

They told me they loved me and that they'd never leave me. They told me that about my brother too; that he'd never leave me.

They say he's still by my side to this day, and they told me they will be too.

I didn't quite pick up on the implications of their words, but upon reaching the bottom of the chute, I realized that my parents weren't coming.

Whether it's because of a lack of time or to protect me in the form of a distraction, I know they had good intentions. And for some reason, there's no way I'll ever accept that they are gone.

No way.

Maybe they'll escape through a window! Or maybe...maybe they'll fight them off! Yeah! They'll find a way! They always have...

I stare straight ahead, unable to process any sound; well, except for Nick's voice.

"I'm sorry" is all he can muster, looking down in defeat, "I'm sorry".

"Nick" I suddenly squeak, burying my face in his shoulder, beginning to cry my eyes out at his mother watches me with pain-filled eyes.

"This is just a dream" I tell him, "just a nightmare" I add in a whisper.

Upon weeping these words, I feel Nick hug me just a bit tighter.

In books I've read over the course of my life, I recall there being scenes where: "the emotions are just completely overwhelming". Moments where one's mind simply can't interpret the situation as being real.

I've envisioned scenes of emotional turmoil as I read, trying my best to empathize with the inconceivable loss, which I never could do fully. Well, that is until now.

I feel the shock riddling me as I try my best to accept that my parents are as good as dead, but once again, my optimist side convinces myself otherwise.

No. They can't be-

Yes, Judy! They loved you, but they're dead.

Shut up! They found a way out!

Judy, you have to face facts!

I need to face facts...

Vince POV

I kick down the door to the closet, knowing my family resides inside.

However, I come face to face with a revelation I'm not prepared to come to terms with.

I see a trapdoor and instantly my paw clenches my knife tightly in rage, knowing that they are out of my reach now.

"You weren't lying" I speak to the male rabbit, knowing the female is far too wounded to respond.

"Of course I wasn't! Now kill me too! Kill me!" he begs, unable to glance at his dying wife any longer.

The smell of her irony blood filling the air, the sound of her gurgling just to breathe one more moment, the sight of her eyes, plagued by agony.

It must be absolute torture.

"Kill you?" I ask him in an upbeat tone, "why would I kill you? That's just evil".

I can tell he is on the verge of losing his sanity.

"You killed my wife!" he screams at me, his breathing out of control, "you're beyond evil! Go to hell!".

I pretend to look surprised as I glance at her, noting that her breathing seems to be slowing.

"Oh, would you look at that!" I say, "I guess I am a monster!"

Trevon restraints the male as he attempts to break free yet again, this time forcing him to his knees.

I slowly walk up to him, drawing my high-powered handgun with a serious expression.

"You really want me dead right now, don't you?" I ask him tauntingly, "you can feel the contempt just spewing from your very being, can't you? It's a powerful thing, believe me Sir Rabbit. And it's hard to control".

"Why are you such a devil?" he asks me, his head twitching a bit.

I chuckle, touching the gun to his forehead with a "tap!".

"You're trying to get answers from the fox with a thousand demons dictating his mind?" I ask him in a haunting manner, "well, they're all laughing at you now".

"You won't win" he spits, "you won't..."

"Oh, but you see, Sir Rabbit" I begin, "it's not about winning. No, no. Definitely not! Winning has nothing to do with it. This is a game without structure: there is no winning. There is no losing. There's only one way this ends..."

I stare into his eyes with the fire behind my soul beginning to leak the the cracks of my very being.

"How?" he asks me, retaining a small amount of his faux-courage.

"That's for you to wonder, and for me to find out".

I pull the trigger as I begin to turn around, not caring to witness his death. The sound of the gunshot is a powerful reminder that another soul has just departed the earth, much to my approval.

As I stated, I don't care to look the insignificant rabbit in the eye as I took his life. He deserved death, yes, but I have no bone to pick with the unfortunate soul. Now, seeing my former family die...

That's a whole different story.

I hear his shattered skull drop to the ground as I glance back over to the female, making my way back to the laundry room door.

"You..." I hear the dying rabbit choke, and I lean down next to her, patting her on her blood-soaked head.

"Don't worry darlin'" I speak loudly, "I'll keep in touch with you! Call me!" I say, mimicking a phone with my paw, holding it up to my ear.

She simply looks away from me, unable to respond.

I feel my phone beginning to vibrate, and I immediately answer the incoming call.

"Vince?" I hear the voice ask into the speaker of the phone.

"Who is this?" I ask, now serious in demeanor.

"Royce" he replies, "I have a chopper prepared to land on the roof for escape, but you need to get up here fast".

I nod although I know he can't see me.

"Okay, we'll be up there" I say, hanging up the phone.

As we exit the laundry room and I hang up my phone, I feel a presence in the den of the apartment.

"Vince" an indignant female voice speaks, "good to see you".

I lay my eyes on Kygo, my former ally. A resourceful, prestigious assassin she was, at least until she changed for the worst. However, she is formidable enough to be a threat. Engaging her in combat is awfully risky.

At this point in time, due to her acts of treason, she stands near the top of my mental "to kill list".

"Oh, Kygo!" I laugh, "I just knew you'd escape".

She stands her ground as I slowly approach her, squinting her eyes.

"You thought it'd be that easy to get rid of me, huh?" she questions with hostility.

Honestly, I thought that my little "game" would result in her death, but I'm still not the least bit surprised that she made it out. Not one bit.

"Oh Kygo" I start, "I'll never get rid of you. You're like a daughter to me" I speak deceivingly, "I promised your mother I'd always take care of you".

"Why'd you kill her?" she asks me sharply.

"What?" I ask her with a snicker.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about" she responds quickly, "not that I care".

I laugh again at her attempt to act stoic.

"You poor child" I tell her, "alone, without a mother. And you're trying to act like you don't care?"

"She was nothing to me" she retorts, "but you, you're something to me".

I stop for a moment in confusion.

"What am I to you?" I ask her, meeting her eyes.

"As good as dead".

She lunges at me, but two of my henchman catch her. I watch as she quickly draws her knife, stabbing them several times.

I draw my handgun but she uses Trevon as a shield, hiding behind him.

"You idiot!" I yell to her from behind my gun, "you just made the biggest mistake of your life!"

She stabs one of my henchman to the ground, holding Trevon in a choke-hold simultaneously as she does so.

I'll admit that she's skilled, but that matters not.

"No!" she yells, "you did when this entire operation became all about you!"

I cover my mouth in a mock-guilty expression.

"Oh, how I regret that!" I say sarcastically, "but seriously, you were only a part of the plan to me. You think that anyone has ever cared about you? Your mother hated you! You have no friends. You were designed to be a part of a plan that is now irrelevant.
/Just let me end the suffering for you" I try to persuade her, but her expression remains the same.

"You're...you're lying" she speaks.

"Tell me, what part of that isn't true?".

She throws Trevon to the ground with a vicious expression, aiming her gun at me, mine pointed straight at her.

"Go ahead, shoot me, child" I command her, "do it".

She tilts her head, trying to decipher if I'm hiding something.

"I know you, Vince" she tells me, "you're a coward".

"Am I?" I ask her, "when you're the one who broke away from the mission?"

"That's not bravery" she informs me, "that's being a piece of trash! Killing children just to stir up conflicts and create tensions between foxes and the rest of us? That's being a coward!"

I shrug.

"Division is key" I state, "a city divided cannot survive in times of chaos".

Suddenly, an idea comes to mind; one that goes against my psychotic ways.

I pull the trigger, shooting her handgun clean out of her paw before she can react.

She stands, now weaponless, mouth agape in shock.

"That was cheap" she mutters.

"Oh, but let me tell you, young Officer" I begin, sticking my handgun into my belt, "you have potential to be one of us again. You'll find an identity with me. You have great potential. You're a worthy assassin, and you deserve better than this
/scandalous city".

I begin backing away, and I climb out of the window and on to the fire escape as she watches, deep in thought.

"Remember" I tell her, "they are the enemy. Not me. You could do everything right except for one thing, and they'd remember you for the one thing you did wrong".

She glares at me.

"This isn't over" she says as I hear he chopper blades getting close, and I snicker.

"Of course not! This...this is only the beginning! Now, young Kygo, if you will" I advise her as I begin climbing the ladder to the roof, "think about it".

Nick POV

"Nick! Nick!" I hear a voice yell to me from outside the police car, "Nick!"

I glance outside and instantly spot Melvin and Violet, looking quite happy to see us.

"Unlock the door for a second!" I tell the officer, and he looks at me as if I'm out of my mind.

"That's a safet-"

"I don't care" I interrupt him, "They're my friends!"

He rolls his eyes, unlocking the armored doors.

Melvin and Violet move inside the large car, shutting and locking the door behind them swiftly.

"You're okay!" Melvin says, hugging on to me awfully tight.

"You are too!" I say to them, "he didn't hurt you!?"

"No, at least no badly. We can't believe you're not dead!" Melvin exclaims.

"Well, we're alive!" I tell him, "somewhat" I add, looking quite glum.

A quizzical look crosses his face, and Violet stares straight ahead, realizing that everything isn't okay.

A quick glance at Judy can show you just how serious the physical effects of depression can start to show, her eyes looking as empty as I've ever seen them.

Luckily Judy's sister has been at camp most of the week, but she will learn of the news eventually. Her parents are either no more or are in grave danger.

The gravest of dangers.

"Don't tell me they-" Violet begins, but she recognizes the pain on Judy's face.

As Violet speaks, I watch from the rearview mirror as a helicopter begins to lower itself towards the roof of the building, and I gasp.

"No!" I whisper loudly, and everyone in the car turns to see what has captured my attention.

"That's not one of ours" the officer in the front of the car says, opening his door and putting his radio up to his mouth, "we may have a 10-25! Backup requested!"

"That's a military chopper" Melvin speaks, "that's not a good sign".

I see a few blurry figures climb on board before it quickly moves away and out of sight, the sound of the chopper blades fading into the air which eventually turns back into something close to silence.

"What the hell was that?" the officer asks, becoming increasingly confused, "please tell me..."

He stops for a moment, watching as a few officers pour down the stairs, pointing to rooftop.

"They got away!" one of the officers screams, out of breath.

My stomach twists into a knot.

"Not again" I say, and I feel my mother stroking my back in attempt to cause me from panicking again.

My eyes widen as I see Kygo approaching, looking quite out of sorts.

"Officer Willis!" the officer in the front of the car speaks, "where have you-"

"Don't worry about it" she speaks calmly, her accent still obvious.

She hops in the passenger seat, taking a grim glance at us.

"Take us to Safehouse 4B" she mutters, "and make it snappy".

The officer closes his door and cranks his car, knowing that at this moment, there is no room for arguing. He puts the car in reverse as we back out into the street, Kygo taking a few glances back at us.

"Did you see-" the officer begins, but Kygo holds up her paw, nodding with close eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it" she says flatly.

"Did you see him?" I ask impulsively, unable to stop myself.

She sighs, leaning her head back against her chair.

"He's a demon" she tells us, "he's a demon".

The car ride continues as we sit in silence, uncertainty and the crushing pressure of depression soaking the atmosphere around us. There are no real words to describe the feeling that I imagine must be suffocating Judy at this moment, but I try my best
/to understand her pain.

And it simply kills me to see her like this.

10:02 PM- Safehouse 4B- Nick POV

The safehouse is reminds me of a military hideout: filled with varieties of weaponary, small furniture, refrigerators of food that can go years without getting stale, a door that locks nine or ten times, and a few small beds.

It also brings to mind shelters that one may see in an apocalyptic movie, being the only separation between the protagonists and the horrific outside.

This time, however, it feels all too real. And while the sky may not be falling, it feels like the world as we know it has come to an end.

It's funny to think that just a few days back, I was in school, a normal kid. Then my dad came along and murdered a bully. Why? To ruin my cause. To stir up controversy.

I break away from my thoughts and spot Judy alone in the corner of the room; where she seems to have been ever since we arrived hours ago.

I tried talking to her, but she's practically in a trance. I don't blame her, though.

Melvin and Violet are conversing at the table near the front door, knowing that Melvin's parents will be here soon to pick him up, and Kygo guards the front door along with two other experienced officers.

My mother has been asleep in one of the beds for hours now, unable to focus on anything.

I walk quietly over to Judy and sit down beside her, taking a deep breath to inform her of my presence.

"Hey Nick" she speaks for the first time in hours, and I have regain my composure in order to reply.

The tears seem to have dried on her face; her eyes unable to produce any more.

"Are you doing okay? Well, not okay, but are you-"

"Let me put it this way" she speaks, "I'm alive, but I don't feel alive. I don't know if I ever will again".

I think back to the days of us being content with life, even with the surrounding conflicts.

Now, the conflicts have seemed to burrow straight through the centers of who we are and the lvies we live.

"You don't deserve this" I whisper, "you're the best person I've ever met" I add, simply at a loss for words.

"Thanks Nick" she replies, leaning her head on me, "but there's nothing we can do about it now".

"Just please don't think about doing anything...regrettable" I plead softly, "please".

"You mean like killing myself" she begins, "or something like that?"

I nod, knowing I'm quite familiar with the thought.

"I just can't go through life with you gone... I mean, if you don't want to be around me anymore, I'd get it. You've lost so much because of me" I say, close to tears.

"I told you Nick" she promises, "I'll never ditch you. I wouldn't be who I am without you. My parents...they may be..."

She struggles mightily with the words.

"I don't know where they are, but I know one thing... and that's that I'm never leaving you".

I nod, just staring into her eyes, wishing to myself that this is all just a hallucinatiton.

"But anyway, my relatives may be coming by later, and my sister will be staying with us. I don't know who's going to take care of me now..." she trails off.

"Don't think too hard about it" I recommend, "here" I add gesturing to my chest, and she lies down on top of me.

"You're right" she tells me, "if I'm asleep, I can't think about it".

"Exactly" I speak.

"I love you Nick" she says as she closes her eyes.

"I love you more than you'll ever know" I tell her.

As her eyes close, however, I know that all is not well.

Kygo POV

"Kygo, pardon my bluntness, but I have to ask" Nick's mother says quietly, "what did you see?"

I recall the scene of carnage, not wanting my memory to retain the ability to remember it all.

"I can't, Ms. Wilde" I choke out, "I can't".

"Were they alive when you came across him?" she asks me persistently, her voice saturated in raw emotion.

"Don't you get it?" I ask her, beginning to feel frustrated, "I don't want to remember it ever again!"

"Please!" she begs me, "they were my friends!"

I sigh, not wanting any more crying to erupt inside the safehouse.

"I hope they weren't alive" Ireply, hiding my face in my paws, "I really hope".

She,realizing the implicationsof my words nods solemnly, holding her chin with her paw, obviously distressed.

"Don't tell Judy" I mutter to her.

"I won't" she replies stiffly, taking a sip of coffee in order to keep her from breaking down completely.

"Your son seems to be taking care of her pretty well so far" I speak, trying to change the focus.

She chuckles at the sight of the pair lying on the sofa, Judy seemingly fast asleep.

"At least she has him" she replies, "I don't know where they'd be without each other".

"He's a hero" I say, "I wish I could be".

"Don't be hard on yourself" she responds, "you're a great officer".

I nod, knowing that my true identity is something I'd rather not mention.

"Thanks" I say to her, masking my insecurity.

The one thing that has been nagging me all my life continues to do so as I sip my coffee, ignorning the dark atmosphere.

Who am I?

Violet POV

I still haven't found the courage to inform Nick of my relation to him, but I know I will soon. It's news that I simply can't hold in much longer; knowing that I'm his sister.

The fact that Judy's parents may be dead and the pain that Judy is feeling is not something I can empathize with. All my life I've been told that my parents deserted me, and I've lived with a pack of wolves that have treated me as lesser.

However, I can understand that she's under a massive amount of crushing agony, and I can relate to that feeling.

"They're so adorable" Melvin says to me in reference to Nick and Judy, lying peacefully with each other across the room.

"Ew" I reply, feeling more down than usual.

"What? As long as she's happy-"

"I don't think she's happy" I say, "she may love him, but her parents just died".

"You know what I mean, Violet" he responds, "why are being such a downer? Isn't everyone down enough?"

I scoff, propping my head up on my elbow.

"Sorry" I say, "just the inner Violet leaking out again".

"That's not the inner you" he replies, "the good you is the inner you. It's who you truly are!" he tells me.

"What if it's in my genes?" I ask, "I mean, my dad is a total monster. What if I'm meant to be evil?"

He places his hand on my shoulder in reassuring fashion, popping a small donut into his mouth.

"I can see right through that" he informs me with a stuffed mouth, "you're an awesome person. I don't know what I'd do if you became like Vince or whatever his name is. Trust me, Violet. I wouldn't lie to my best friend".

I will admit, I love being called Melvin's best friend. I can't quite figure out why, but it instantly makes me feel a bit better to remember that I have someone like him.

"Oh, well, in that case, thanks" I mutter, "but I mean, it still makes me scares meto think about".

He nods.

"Well, there's plenty of scary stuff to think about right now" he proclaims, "but I guess the best thing to do at this point is to tie a leash to your mind. You know, to stop it from wandering too much. With all these conflicts and such... well, it's
/probably better not to think too deep about it".

"You're right, Melvin" I say with a sigh.

"Don't you need to tell Nick about your new discovery?" he questions, and I shrug.

"Of course" I reply as if it's obvious, "but I mean, let them have their little 'sweet time' first" I add, sounding a bit too bitter.

Melvin laughs, although it is fairly odd to be laughing at a time like this.

"What's the matter, you jealous?" he asks me.

I take out my phone in order to stop myself from looking too awkward.

"No" I respond quickly, "not at all".

Well, I feel horrible. But I'm just writing what must be written. It'll be interesting to see what happens from here, won't it? Judy's parents are gone. Nick's dad still on the loose. Kygo feeling quite lost.

It's just the beginning.

Seriously, it's just the beginning.

Chapter 25 is the last chapter of part one! I'm debating whether making part two in the same format as part one but as a different story, or just adding on to this story, or even formatting part two as a series with episodes of sorts.

Let me know what you guys think would work the best!

Anyways, 25 chapters in at last, it's been a chaotic ride. Thanks for sticking around even with my month long droughts!

Please leave any thoughts in the reviews, and thanks for reading!

Until next time!


END OF PART ONE