Lauren's Pov

"Jack?" I said making a strangled gasp. "How could you."

How could Jack be the spy? I trusted him, he was my ex-boyfriend. I could never have even guessed. I- I didn't know what to think or how to feel.

"How could you work for them?" Andy said. I could feel his anger start rising. I could feel how betrayed he felt.

"How could you betray us like that?" I said, my emotions leaking through my voice.

"Betray you? How could you even-" Rebecca started angrily before Jack cut him off.

"Rebecca, I got this," Jack said, putting an arm on her shoulder. Rebecca deflated.

"Andy, you betrayed the Inner Circle. They helped me, saved my life actually. It seems only fitting that I get to betray you for the Inner Circle.

"That's not the same thing," Andy said quietly.

"You still betrayed the Inner Circle, ever think about that? You did that before they even did anything to you so that just makes it worse." Jack said.

"You little-" Andy said.

He put his hand up to use his powers, but Jack took out a knife and held it in front of him. A golden knife, the one that Mia hid in the weapons storage room, "You might want to not do that"

Andy slowly put his hands down while staring at the knife in shock. I took a step back. "How did you find that?" I said.

"It wasn't too hard. Your friend Mia isn't that great at hiding stuff. It was in a duffel bag at the bottom of a barrel. Creative but terrible hiding place." Jack said, twirling the knife.

"How did you even get in there? It's locked and Lorna has the key." Andy said stepping in front of me ever so slightly.

"I may be bad at killing people but I'm not totally useless. I know how to pick locks." Jack said as if it was obvious.

"What do you want?" I said.

"You ask that question a lot. You know that." Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. "Like every time I've seen you since I resurrected."

I looked at the ground. My powers were active, I was too nervous. I needed to calm down. I needed control of my powers if we were going to make it out of here alive.

"So do I get to kill them with my powers or are you going to use your stupid fancy knife," Rebecca said.

"I'm using my knife that is not stupid. It's cool Rebecca." Jack said. They kept bickering with each other.

I looked at a pen that must have rolled off of one of the tables. It was rolling towards me slowly. I watched as it stopped rolling and started shaking in place. It slowly disintegrated. Shit. Not good. Andy's powers were active too. If we both weren't totally in control of our powers I didn't see a way to get out of this. If our powers were acting on their own, they were harder to make do what we wanted. Andy and I exchanged a look he noticed too. This was not good.

"Ok, so you're using your..." Rebecca said before she started coughing. Jack looked at her in shock.

I looked at Andy, he was staring at Rebecca. I looked back to Rebecca, she was on her knees couching with Jack next to her. Then I noticed it, her hands were disintegrating.

She turned to Andy and me, "What are you doing? Stop it," she said in between coughing. She was looking at us terrified. Jack was gripping her arms as her entire body turned to dust. I looked at Andy shocked. Did we kill her? I mean cool, I hated that bitch, but still, she was supposed to be immortal.

I didn't get much time to think about it before an ice-cold pain spread through my arm. I cried out in pain. I turned around and saw Jack standing there, having cut my arm. My knees gave out and Andy caught me as I fell. An awful icy feeling spread across my body as I felt my powers stop.

"Oh my god," Andy said. Jack moved and cut Andy's arm before either of us could do anything to stop him. Andy cried out in pain, "What the hell dude."

"What did you do?" I asked quietly. I couldn't feel my powers anymore. It was like they just disappeared.

Jack knelt beside us, "I took away your powers. This knife has that ability. It was designed specifically to kill you because without your powers you're useless. It's a cool knife though even without that ability."

I looked at the knife horrified. It had golden veins running along the blade that I don't remember being there before. This wasn't good. This was worse than anything I could have ever imagined.

"You know you two are surprisingly easy to distract. Aren't you supposed to be the new Fenris or something, unbeatable? Cause I beat you pretty easily." Jack said. I tensed up at the mention. Andy's grip on my arm tightened. I looked at the ground. "Oh and thank you for killing Rebecca, she was getting kind of annoying. I had a whole plan for how to kill you and she kept wanting to do stuff differently and got in the way a lot." Jack said.

"Jack please. We've never done anything to do you," Andy said, trying to pull me away from him. We were both too weak, we would be able to get far.

"You sure about that? You remember how my dad worked for Sentinel Services right. Well, he was in DC for a meeting the day that you disintegrated Sentinel Services headquarters. You killed him. So, yeah you did do something to me." Jack said looking at us like we were monsters. Which I guess we were, to him at least. "And thanks for asking Andy, you helped me decide who to kill first."

I couldn't even process what Jack said before he grabbed Andy's arm and pulled him to his feet. Andy tried to pull away but the aftereffects of the knife made him unsteady. He couldn't.

"Jack, please, don't hurt him!" I begged. I couldn't do anything. I was trapped because of what the knife did. I couldn't stop him.

Jack ignored me and dragged Andy to the wall next to us. Jack shoved Andy against it. "You know, I was going to give Rebecca this privilege but since she's dead I guess I get to do it," Jack said.

"Jack, don't," Andy pleaded with him.

Jack looked at him with a terrifying gleam in his eyes, "Oh, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." I watched terrified as Jack pushed the knife into Andy's shoulder. Andy cried out in pain.

"I did figure it would hurt a lot more to watch each other slowly bleed out knowing no one is coming to save you though," Jack said laughing.

I felt like I couldn't breathe. Andy fell to the floor holding his shoulder where Jack stabbed him. I used what little strength I had left to push myself behind a box. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything except desperately trying to get away. He stabbed Andy, a person he had known for years, my little brother. And I couldn't do anything to stop him. I was useless. I knew it was pointless to try to hide, I couldn't get away and there was no way I was leaving Andy behind.

"Lauren, where did you go? You know you can't get away. Why bother hiding?" Jack said, walking closer to me. I put my hand over my mouth to try to cover the sound of me crying. I could hear his footsteps getting closer. He rounded the corner of the box I was hiding behind.

"Ah, there you are beautiful. You know it is a shame all this beauty wasted on such a terrible monster," Jack said. I was shaking.

"Please," I said a sob coming out of my mouth. I didn't want to die. I couldn't get out of this.

Jack looked at me almost like he was sad that he was going to kill me, then he smiled, "You know, I'm going to enjoy this."

Jack pulled me up off the floor. He was holding his knife covered in blood, Andy's blood. It was pulsing with golden veins. I couldn't look at it. I wrenched my eyes away from it. He dragged me back in front of the box.

I looked up at him shaking, "Please don't do this Jack. You're better than this. Please." I said. My voice was shaking, I could barely breathe.

"No, I'm not." He said. He plunged the knife into my gut. The little air left in my lungs vanished. I looked down as he pulled the knife out. My knees gave out. I hit the ground too hard. I watched as dark blood spread over my grey shirt and black jacket. I couldn't process it. This couldn't be happening. I leaned back against the box behind me, starting to hyperventilate.

He walked over to Andy. He put the knife on a table as he walked over. He knelt in front of him. I closed my eyes. I couldn't watch.

"Enjoying this?" Jack said.

I heard Andy's voice, "Go to hell."

"If you insist, I guess see you there then," Jack responded laughing slightly.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room desperately. They caught on the knife, Jack had left it on the table as he passed. He was standing in front of Andy again.

I slowly crawled over to the table where Jack left the knife. I silently begged that Andy could keep him distracted long enough.

"I'm going to enjoy watching you and your sister bleed out," Jack said. Andy glared at him.

I pulled myself up to the table and grabbed the knife. I gripped it hard as I used the table to pull myself to my feet. I had one hand on my stab wound and one hand gripping the knife. I pushed off from the table and plunged the knife through Jack's back. If I was going to die then I was taking him down with me.

Andy's Pov

Jack suddenly looked down. Red bloomed on his shirt right where his heart was. He dropped to the floor. Lauren was standing behind him gripping his knife in one hand and holding where he stabbed her with the other. She dropped the knife and stumbled over to me. She collapsed against the wall, leaning on my uninjured shoulder.

"Did you..." I started.

"Kill him? I hope. If we're going to die, I want to bring him down with us," she said quietly.

"No one knows we're here. No one's coming," I whispered a tear falling down my cheek. I could barely even feel the stab wound. I read something once about sometimes when people go through extreme physical trauma sometimes the nerves get too damaged so they can't feel the wound. Maybe that was what was happening.

"At least we're together, maybe someone found our note," Lauren said, grabbing my hand. Nothing happened because that stupid knife took away our powers.

"Yeah," I said. I didn't want to die but I didn't think we had a choice.

We kept talking to each other. trying to keep each other awake for as long as possible. Maybe someone would find us.

After I didn't know how long, Lauren stopped responding to me. I could still feel her pulse, but barely. I pulled her close to me. We were dying and I knew that. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

I was about to close my eyes when I heard the door open. I looked up and saw our mom running over to us. Maybe we would survive this. Maybe. I closed my eyes and let myself drift into darkness. I lost too much blood. I couldn't fight it anymore. Maybe they could save us. Maybe there was still hope in this endless darkness.