MUSIC: KNIGHTS OF CYDONIA // MUSE

 “What do you mean the end? Are we just going to be killed simply and immediately and that’s that?” Ashton asks.

 “Despite the large possibility, you aren’t guaranteed to die. I know you guys are very strong, especially strong since you made it all the way to this point. If you put up a good fight, you won’t be defeated. Rocky’s new slightly inhuman abilities will help you a lot. And there’s some pretty easy motivation-if you die here and he doesn’t, you’ll be stuck here forever unless some other comes and finishes him. You are the only chance, for all of us,” Jazlyn explains sternly.

 “So level nine is challenging against Raul?” Blaise asks.

 “Correct,” Jazlyn confirms.

 “How the hell would we win against him? He has that thing inside of him and could kill any of us in an instance. We don’t stand a chance!” Blaise says.

 “I’m down for it. At my rate, I don’t doubt my ability to destroy every part of him. You know, I never did know what true hatred was until now,” Rocky adds.

 Ashton and Blaise nod in agreement, wishing everything bad in the world to that evil man.

 “What the hell is level ten going to be about?” Blaise asks, confused.

 “You’ll know eventually,” Jazlyn states surely. They do not quite understand her answer, but decide to keep their mouths shut.

 “Just a hint- there will be a variety of weapons in the bin beside the black door. The black door is key, remember it,” Jazlyn says. They nod.

 “Is he already there?” Ashton asks.

 “I believe so. I know you guys can do it, I don’t think you need me anymore,” Jazlyn sighs.

 “What do you mean?” Rocky asks.

 “My job was to guide you through this, and my job here is done. I don’t want to be a part of this anymore, it’s not right,” she says.

 “What if we don’t understand something?” Blaise asks.

 “Then it is now time or you to figure that out on your own. I will say one thing; my breath has been absolutely taken away by how beautiful the love between all of you is. At so many points, somebody went through crazily extreme pain so that another person wouldn’t be harmed. None of you put yourselves before each other. I kept expecting someone to turn like Raul and my friends had done to me, but you all are there for each other until the very end. I’ve never became so attached to a group, and you’re the only ones that could ever make me change my mind about quitting my usual job. And that, my friends, is something beautiful. You’re different from everybody else I’ve came across; this is why I know you can be the ones to save us,” Jazlyn says.

 “I want nothing more desperately than to free you all and destroy Raul. When I am extremely motivated, I usually make easy achievements. I’m not saying I’m sure I could do this, but I’ll definitely tell you that you couldn’t have picked a better person to try,” Rocky replies.

 Jazlyn smiles, feeling confident with the three strong survivors and their will to set her free. She wish she knew how it felt to be free, to not be trapped forty years after a pathetic, betrayed death.

 “So, I guess I’ll see you guys later. I’m sorry again Ashton for hurting you and for being a bitch to you guys every once in a while. It was only because I care,” she says.

 Rocky, Blaise and Ashton smile and nod, taking deep breaths and walking away to prepare for battle.

 “Good luck,” Jazlyn finally adds.

 “Thank you,” they say simultaneously, and with that she disappears.

 “I don’t know about you guys, but I am pretty eager right now to kick some ass,” Rocky says, and then they enter.

 The room, as almost every place here, is dim and filled with unidentified waste that had probably been in there for many decades. They also notice the bin and the black door that Jazlyn had told them about, and decide to act as if they know nothing and coincidentally stumble upon that corner.

 “Where are you Raul? I know you’re in here somewhere,” Blaise calls out.

 The gas mask man walks out of the shadows, standing manically before them.

 “I would’ve expected more sense out of you than to call me out here, Blaise. Considering you are a girl of good taste, I assumed you would have intelligence as well,’ Raul chuckles.

“Good taste?” Blaise asks.

 “Your Michael was one of the most fun I’ve ever had. You’re very lucky to have had him, he was like a favorite toy. I wish he could’ve lived longer so that I could keep him for my own pleasures. You too Ashton, don’t feel left out,” Raul says.

“I bet you’ve never even had sex with someone who agreed to it. It’s pretty sad that at your age, the only way you could get sex is by force since you’re too pathetic and disgusting to be wanted by anyone. Maybe that’s why you do such evil things to so many people, because every one of those people could get laid with thirty times the people you can. Is that it, Raul? Are you a bit too ticked off about having a small dick?” Blaise says.

“Fuck you,” he says, stepping closer.

 Blaise, Ashton and Rocky silently crack open the box, laying their fingers on the first thing they can find.

 “Fuck you is a response people say when they know the other person is right, or they’re too brainless to come up with a proper reply. In your case, both theories are relevant. The only thing that makes you powerful is assistance from some evil power. Otherwise, you are nothing,” Blaise laughs.

 “Stupid kid,” he says, pushing a force that makes them fly hard against the wall. Rocky and Blaise had lost contact with their weapons while Ashton’s had flown across the room.

 “Trying to be sneaking aye? I bet that bitch that liked you guys told you about it. You’ll never win me!” He laughs in a demonic voice, now holding Ashton’s weapon. He also pushes the box and makes assorted axes, spears and knives get stuck in the other side of the wall.

 “You’re a pathetic cheater, using your powers against us. Even if we all die, you’ll never be the true winner,” Ashton says, enraging Raul even further.

It was that moment when a group of evil spirits entered the room, and everyone went in to full attack.

Rocky was quite confused about what was happening, but she grabbed an axe from the wall and swung it at a zombie thing that had been right behind her.

 “Feels like a video game,” she smirks to herself.

 There are flashes of color everywhere, and Rocky notices Blaise throwing a shoe at Raul at some point (she’s still unaware of where it came from, they had lost their shoes in the quicksand) and can’t see where Ashton or Raul is. She swings the axe at all of the enemies in sight, smirking at her accomplishments. She sees a bloody knife swing into the air and that leads her to where she is trying to find.

 Raul is holding the bloody weapon, and he also had blood pouring out of his shoulder. Blaise is a bit of feet away fighting remaining enemies and Ashton is laying down with a switchblade in his hand, as well as a large wound pouring out of his stomach.

 Neither Ashton nor Raul notice Rocky, which makes everything better.

 When Raul holds up the knife one more time, Rocky holds the axe blade in front of his neck, making him freeze.

 “You killed my brother, you tortured me and my friends, and you raped some of my friends, and made all of our previously beautiful opportunities at living be completely wasted away. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t destroy you,” she says quietly, Raul kneeling stiffly while Ashton tries hard to push himself away.

 “You aren’t somebody like me, Rocky. You wouldn’t end someone’s life,” Raul whines.

 “Oh, but I would Raul. When somebody is responsible for what I’ve been through, I wouldn’t hesitate to rip them apart limb from limb with my own hands,” she giggles.

 All of the other spirits have died away, allowing Blaise to catch her breath and walk over to where Rocky and Raul are frozen in place and Ashton is in a ball of pain on the floor.

“I have power against you, you wouldn’t try,” Raul says.

 “I think it’d be wonderful if he knew just how it felt to be us. And I may not be strong enough to do much right now, but I always love a good show,” Ashton says, trying to ignore the pain.

 “I think that’d be pretty cool too as a matter of fact. Even more convenient that you have special powers, it’ll take even longer for you to die!” Rocky says, keeping the axe to his neck while she pushed him down. Raul definitely had the strength to push her off, but he couldn’t risk dying. He knew the consequences that would come with him dying. And he didn’t think these kids would have the nerve to actually do it if they thought about it long enough.

 “And my life is a lot more difficult having three fingers. Do you have an interest in knowing the feeling?” Rocky says, grabbing a knife.

 Before he answers, she begins sawing on his fingers, one by one until he has none left at all. She shudders at the sight of them laying on the floor but smirks at what she’s accomplished.

“You know what I think is funny?” Blaise says, taking the knife and stabbing his asshole as deep as the knife went. He screams in pain, his quick swing around making Blaise accidentally stab herself in the stomach and fall beside Ashton, both of them still awake.

 “Frankly, I’ve had enough of your shit Raul. Catch you later,” Rocky laughs, swinging the axe as hard as she can and his head falls straightly off, rolling swiftly into the corner.

 Wind flies through the room, the shriek of her filling through the room. That’s when her soul sunk down in circles, getting enclosed in the pits of hell, followed by many others.

 Jazlyn appears in front of them, smiling genuinely for the first time in 40 years.

 “You finally let us free! Hurry and go before it’s too late!” she says, fading away as well. Light surrounds them, knowing it is all of the good souls finally being set free to a positive afterlife, whatever it may be.

 “Well, that was an abrupt ending. We need to get you guys to a hospital!” Rocky says, turning around quickly.

 “Don’t you see? The rest of this journey is yours, Rocky. We aren’t meant to live on any longer,” Ashton says, coughing blood.

“What are you talking about? We are all in this together, c’mon!” she says, pulling at their hands frustratingly.

 “It’s going to be better for us, now that we can be free and not live here anymore. It’s too hard to live here, we aren’t sure if we would be able to handle. We know you can do it. Go,” Blaise says.

“No! C’mon!” she says, trying to pull them towards the black door.

 “We love you. It’s all better now,” Ashton says, he and Blaise smile at her and smile at each other before closing their eyes.

 Rocky screams in frustration and stabs the floor.

 Now, she was completely alone.

 “I’ve got to get out of here,” she says to herself, bolting out of the black door. She walks down the stairs for a while until she finds herself on the same ones as Louis and Zayn fell down on the first night. She finds herself in the red room, their belongings and un made sleeping bags scattered all over the carpet.

 “So this is over,” she says, grabbing the door knob and finding herself in dawn of a new morning.

A/N:

One more chapter ahh!

Sorry if things were predictable.

Lesson of the day: Beheading is always a solution to your problems.