“Alright,” Baekhyun says, sitting at his desk. Luhan took another one of the spare chairs, sitting close enough to see but still between Baek and the door. The younger of the two hands him a headset so he could hear them. “In fifteen minutes, the siege will start. I’ll tell you when it does, and then I’ll hack into their systems. Wait until I tell you that I’m in before you all do anything, am I clear?”

“Yes,” Junmyeon says, standing along the dark and wet abandoned tunnel. They arrived at the door, waiting to see what happens. Everyone is standing, waiting for Baekhyun’s signal.

“I think I’m going to head back,” Neon says, looking at everyone. “I just… I’m pretty useless, honestly. I’d just be in the way.”

Yixing looks at her, nodding, “Thank you. I… I could never repay you for your help.”

Neon nods, putting her hands in her jean pockets nervously. “I… Xing, just… make sure you don’t kill yourself trying to do this. Help Y/N, but don’t get yourself killed doing it.” She nods, “Same goes for all of you. When this is over… I’m going home and I’d really like to see you all again, so if you all could not die that would be great.”

Jongdae smiles, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry,” He says with a grin, “We’ll visit and annoy the hell out of you for sure!”

“I’ll take it if it means you’re all OK,” Neon says with a small smile. “And when you all visit… call me Zoey. It’ll be nice to have my actual name again.”

“Will do,” Chanyeol says with a huge smile.

Sehun places his head on top of Junmyeon’s, leaning against him. He nervously taps his fingers which are wrapped around the leader now.

“It’ll be OK,” Junmyeon whispers so that only Sehun hears, attempting to comfort the youngest man he’s had to drag out of the darkest of thoughts. He feels Sehun’s fingers stop for a moment, before continuing even faster. With a sigh, he reaches up, taking hold of one of his hands. Sehun was like a little brother to him. Most of them were his brothers, but he felt especially protective over Sehun.

“Any minute now,” Baekhyun says, typing away at his computer. Luhan sat there, juggling pens with his power, trying not to think of the danger they were all about to be in. He was listening out for any noises that didn’t come from them.

Luhan couldn’t help but feel like he’s forgotten something important. Every now and again he’ll get a flash from his memories when he was being controlled, and he remembers seeing something that, in his own thoughts, had him extremely upset.

Baekhyun could sense that Luhan was tense about something, but thought it was best to let him work it out unless he spoke about it. After all, how are you supposed to comfort a person who was being controlled to do things they regret?

A loud bang on the computer screen caught Baekhyun’s attention. In a split-second, he started typing away. His fingers moving fast across the keys, the security feeds from Kiyoung’s labs popping up on the screen.

The hidden door opens, the mechanical lock coming undone as it opens inward.

“Alright,” Junmyeon says as Sehun lets him go. “We don’t know what we’re walking into, if they have any Inhumans in there to keep us back. Anything you see, you tell everyone else. We also have to try to free the other Inhumans as well.”

“Got it,” Minseok says.

“Chanyeol, you lead the group and Jongdae, you follow behind and watch our backs,” Junmyeon says, “If you see anything that seems unusual, tell the rest of us. The only way we’ll make it out is if we communicate.”

Chanyeol lead the group, fire crackling in his hands. Sehun after him, then Jongin. Junmyeon and Yixing after, Then Kyungsoo, Minseok and Jongdae bringing up the back. 

A loud bang, the room shaking. My eyes open wide, wondering if I actually did it. I looked back at the small gun in my hand. I bring a hand to the side of my head, feeling no hole or blood. Wiping my tears away, I throw the gun onto the mattress. I watch as people are rushing around, moving to two separate parts of the labs.

I look ahead, seeing my mother standing completely still with a gun. She was still, not moving at all.

My hands shaking, I close my eyes, trying to remember all that’s recently happened. “I know you’re still in there,” I say out loud, lying back down, trying to stop myself from getting sick from the memories as my body throbs in pain.

A small girl was running, dressed in completely white. She looked scared and terrified. She came to a cross section of halls, running into someone.

“Hey,” Jongin says, catching the small girl, “Hey, it’s OK, we’re not going to hurt you!”

“Ahead,” Chanyeol says, “Another one!” Fire was leaving his palms in a stream, roasting another man. It was like dragon’s fire, hot and dangerous.

Sehun reached forward, his face in a frown. He could feel the bit of air he wanted, pulling it out. He watched as the new man gashed, the air leaving his lungs. Sehun creates a tornado around his head, making it impossible for him to breathe in. It didn’t take long for the man to die of suffocation.

“Please,” The small girl said, tears running down her face. “Help me! They want to hurt me!” She had a cut on her forehead, limping now as the adrenaline is running low.

“Hey,” Yixing says, “It’s OK.” He crouches down, placing his hands on her shoulders. He let the healing energy flow, feeling her wounds heal, but there was something still off about her. Yixing put it together a second too late as the girl reaches back, slamming a needle into his neck. 

A loud bang comes from the entrance. Luhan stops spinning the pens in the air, pointing them to the door. It opens, and he sees Neon standing there, gasping for air.

“It’s me,” She says in English, slipping out of Korean for a moment, before remembering to use it again. “It’s a ing war zone out there!”

Baekhyun didn’t look away from the computer as he attempts to find the one in Y/N’s cell. His eyes watering from his lack of blinking. He gasps, “There, I found her!” He locates the cameras around her cell, “Who is that outside her cell?”

Neon looks over as Luhan peaks at the person. He gasps as if he was punched in the stomach. Suddenly, memories flash in his mind as he sees Nayeon being tortured. He hears her screams as she’s finally killed. He remembers helping her death look like an accident, slamming the two cars together with his power. Luhan remembers them bringing her back like they did him, making her be their nurse.

The hand on his shoulder pulls him out of his memories, tears coming from his eyes.

“What is it,” Baekhyun asks, looking him in the eyes.

“Nayeon,” Luhan gasps, “That’s Nayeon!”

Neon jumps back, the door slamming open that she just came through. The pens Luhan had rush forward, stabbing one of the men as the other raises his gun. Baekhyun pulls Neon to him, bullets hitting the computer. The ones that were going to hit them, Luhan stopped in midair.

“If you could do that,” Baekhyun starts.

“A sniper shot is significantly faster,” Luhan explain, sending the bullets back into the man before them. “And I didn’t know it was coming!”

“No,” Baekhyun says, looking towards the computer. “NO!” He slams his fists down angry that it was completely dead before them.

“We have to go,” Neon says, pulling him.

“No,” Baekhyun says, “I’m not letting them run us from the one place we felt safe!” He looks over at Luhan, “We can’t let them destroy this place.”

Luhan nods, “Alright… but it may get bad.”

Yixing shoves her back with all his might, feeling the warm liquid spread under his skin. He braces himself against the wall, the world becoming a blur.

“Yixing,” Minseok yells, moving to him as Kyungsoo quickly grabs the small girl, holding her so she can’t escape.

Jongin picks up the needle, looking at it. He frowns, throwing it against the ground, making it shatter. “She used the thing that blocks his power!”

“Why,” Kyungsoo asks, holding her as she trashed against him.

“She’s being controlled,” Yixing mutters, “Don’t hurt her, she’s… she’s not in control of herself!”

“Are you alright,” Sehun asks, looking at him as he regains composure, the medicine’s side effect going away.

“Yeah,” Yixing answers, “But what are we going to do about her?”

Their ear pieces squeal, Baekhyun’s voice coming through, but breaking up with static. “Gu… there’s a per… it’s…eon!”

“We can’t hear you,” Kyungsoo said, looking around at the empty cell. He places the small girl in it, pushing the button on the outside, and closing the door as the small kids slams her fists against the clear wall.

The pieces in their ear squeal loudly, causing them to take it out of their ears. The pieces now completely silent.

“,” Junmyeon says, cursing loudly. “Without Baekhyun telling us where to go, we’ll never find her in these huge labs!”

“Then it’s simple, isn’t it,” Minseok says, looking at them all, “We split up.”

“How will we get back to each other and out,” Jongdae asks, shooting lightning towards another guard that came rushing up. The sparks hitting the man, the electricity humming loudly.

“I can picture people and go to them,” Jongin offers, “But the problem is I can’t do it a bunch. We’ll have to find a new way to communicate.”

“The guards have walkie-talkies,” Sehun says, picking up the one from the guard he killed. “Next one to show up, don’t roast him or do anything that will ruin it.”

It didn’t take them long to run into another guard. Minseok grabs the second walkie-talkie, freezing the man completely after taking it. “I’ll be one group. Junmyeon another. When we find her, we’ll say it over this. Channel four.”

“I’ll go with Minseok,” Chanyeol says.

Jongdae puts an arm around Junmyeon, “Looks like I’m with you.”
“I don’t care what team I’m on,” Sehun says, “But I’m not leaving Yixing, so I’ll go with whoever he does.”

“I’m going with Junmyeon,” Yixing says, “Just… I can’t heal you all if something happens. We don’t know how long this stuff works. Be careful, please.”

There was a moment of them not saying anything as they all hug one another, silently wishing that they all come out of this fine. They took a moment to look at one another, knowing this could be the last time they see each other alive.

As they kept searching, the knot in Yixing’s stomach began to grow as he started feeling ill. Turning the corner, he sees a cell with a woman outside of it, as he looks in, sitting there, her back to the wall, was the person he was willing to sacrifice everything for. He yelled out, sprinting ahead of everyone as Sehun followed closely behind. He glances in an audible gasp comes from his mouth as he looks at her.

She had bandages all over. Her arms, her legs, her neck, her face, anywhere that could be seen there was a bandage. Her hair was a mess, like she fell asleep with it wet. She was thinner than before, with dark circles under her eyes. Yixing’s eyes filled with tears, a sense of overwhelming joy that she was still alive.

He bangs on the wall, but her eyes don’t move as she stares blankly ahead. He looks to the woman, grabbing her arm, “Open this door now!”

With robotic movements, she moves and opens the wall. Yixing was looking ahead at her as Sehun finally caught up, just in time to see the woman pull a gun and hold it directly to Yixing’s temple. 

The walls started to move, I noticed, as it took everything in my power to move my head to look forward. My eyes widen, seeing Yixing standing there as I try to tell myself that this can’t be a dream. That he’s really here, just as I see my mother pull the gun at him.

“No,” I try to yell, but it comes out barely above a whisper, “Please! I know you’re in there!”

Jongdae glares at the woman in front of him, “Let him go!” His hands have an electrical current running between them, sparks flying off.

“No,” I scream, Sitting up, painfully. Tears fill my eyes as I try to fight against the exhaustion. “You can’t kill her!”

“Why not,” Junmyeon asks, glaring at the woman.

Sehun glances at me, seeing how desperate I was to stop not only her from hurting Yixing, but from them hurting her, send a gust of wind up, knocking the red visor off. His heart freezes for a moment, seeing Nayeon standing there, blinking but completely unfazed.

“Please,” Junmyeon says, placing a hand on Jongdae’s shoulder. “We don’t want to hurt you!”

“We’ll that’s a shame, really,” A voice says, walking up confidently behind Nayeon, “Because, If I want her to, she will most certainly hurt you.”

Stepping forward from his hiding spot around the corner or a wall, Kiyoung strides confidently. He smirks at the four men in front of him, reaching and placing a hand on my mother’s shoulder. His eyes full of worry as more gunshots could be heard around us. I reach over for the small gun beside me, holding it in shaky hands. Kiyoung notices, pulling my mother so that she was a shield from me, too.

“You all couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you,” Kiyoung says, glaring at the four men. Yixing’s hands clench into fists. “Oh, you’re angry? What, That’ I took her,” He asks, gesturing toward me. He smirks, “Well, your anger is misplaced. You see, I didn’t do anything to her. All those injuries were provided by Mommy dearest,” He says with a laugh, looking like an absolute snake.

“I’ll kill you,” Yixing says, his hands still shaking. “You either leave now, or you’ll be dead!”

“A man with a gun to his head has no room to make demands,” Kiyoung laughs.

“Then I’ll make them,” Sehun says, taking a step forward.

I take a look at everyone, seeming them really for the first time. They all looked tired and angry. Some had a few cuts, and I notice Junmyeon keeping his weight off one leg. The gun in my hand shakes as I wipe tears from my eyes.

Kiyoung smirks, “I honestly just came here to tell you all I’m leaving. You see, I’ve decided to take my interests elsewhere.” He turns on his foot, “Nayeon, if any of them make a move to stop me, kill the one you have a gun on. Once I’m gone… well, kill him anyways, I suppose.”

Kiyoung turned and started to walk away. Sehun moved, Junmyeon takes his shoulder and kills him back, but my Mom’s finger goes tense on the trigger, almost pulling it, but hesitating for a moment.

“Mom please,” I scream, begging. “Don’t kill him! You know Yixing! You know all of them! Please, you can’t kill him!”

I watch as her face goes to confusion as her hand starts to shake. Kiyoung was now completely out of sight. I raise the gun, pointing it at my mom. “Please,” I yell, tears falling from my eyes, “Don’t make me do this!”

She looked like she was having a huge internal battle as Jongdae was also begging her not to do anything. Yixing just looked at me, “Y/N…”

“No,” I yell, looking at him, “Don’t say anything!”

My mother’s face goes back to robotic and I knew she was going to kill him. A loud bang goes off. A bit of smoke in the air, the smell of a fired gun. I watch as there is more red than I’ve seen in week come forth, pouring to the floor as a body falls limply.

I look at the gun in my hands as they still sting from the shot. Ignoring my pain, I get up and run over, tears falling down my face. “Mom,” I yell, my hands covering the spot on her stomach where I shot her. “Mom please, I… I’m sorry!”

For the first time since I’ve seen her alive again, she smiled, “Y/N, my sweet girl… you did the right thing.”

I could feel myself quickly become hysterical, “Mom please don’t die!” The amount of blood coming from her, the bullet must have hit an artery. If something didn’t happen quickly, she was going to die.

I could sense someone crouches beside me, a hand on my shoulder. I look up into Yixing’s eyes. They are wide with terror, thinking for a moment he had been shot. “Yixing,” I gasp out, “You… you can heal! Heal her!”

“I can’t,” He whispers, shaking his head as he looked away from me back at my mom.

“What do you mean you can’t! Yixing please, she’s dying! Why won’t you heal her?!” I scream, taking one hand off my mom’s wound, grabbing his arm, blood completely coating my hand. “Why won’t you help her?!”

“I can’t,” He yells, looking up at me, his eyes filled with tears. “They injected me with something! I. Can’t.”

My mother reached up, touching his face, “Don’t blame yourselves… Y/N, I love you… I love them too but you are the light of my life and I… I’m so sorry for what he made me do!”

“Mom, I don’t blame you,” I say, looking into her eyes, seeing them well up with tears at my words. I turn, looking up at Junmyeon, “We have to get her somewhere!”

“Y/N,” Yixing mutters, putting a hand on my back.

“If we can get Jongin here, we can get her to a hospital and I can-”

“Y/N,” Yixing yells, sorrow making his voice crack. The sound of how broken he sounded was something I was never going to forget.

Looking down, I see my mother’s lifeless eyes staring up. “No,” I say, leaning forward, “Mom, wake up. You’re still there! Wake up! Please!”

A loud bang happened, making Junmyeon looks at Sehun. “We have to go,” He yells, getting the walkie-talkie.

Yixing stands, taking my arm in his hand. I pull back, “I’m not leaving her!”

“Y/N,” He says, his voice strained. His hand was grasping my arm is trembling.

“No, there has to be something!.” I say, trying hard to see through my tears.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” He says, his voice tense and hard. Suddenly, he forcibly yanks me to my feet and picks me up over his shoulder. My screams make my raw throat hurt more as I kept yelling everything and anything I could. My fists pounding against his back as I try to convince him to turn back around. I fight against his grip as we start to get further and further from my mother. I scream and yell until my voice is hoarse, until I no longer see her anymore.

My sobs were uncontrollable once I couldn’t see her. I tried to speak but all the words were unintelligible, even to myself.

The next few hours were a blur. I don’t remember what happened after the death of my mother. We got out of there, getting back to the old hide out. My eyes opened, looking around, seeing myself covered in bright colors. The pieces started to fall back together. I remember being teleported here by Jongin, being forced into the shower by Sehun… I remember Baekhyun trying to get me to eat, but I refused. I remember trying to stay away in Yixing’s arms as he carried me somewhere, before seeing me down and kissing my forehead softly. But that’s where my memory ends. 

I sit up, realizing that I was in Yixing’s clock tower, but the person beside me wasn’t Yixing. Sehun glanced over, nodding. He looked tired as he sat there, his legs pulled to his chest. His eyes were red, but his face looked calm.

He reaches over, grabbing a bag of fast food, setting it between us. “Eat,” He demands, “You need to eat. You will die of starvation if you keep this up. We all didn’t risk our lives for you so that you could die like this.”

My throat was sore as I spoke, “Is everyone… are you all fine?”

He laughs sadly, “Fine? If you mean to ask if we’re all alive, then yes. Once the serum wore off of Yixing, He healed all of our wounds. He has a pretty nasty cut on his side he didn’t even realize he had, but Baek took care of that. Before he healed us, The only one of us that got hurt were Minseok. Got a new scar across his back he’s quite proud of.”

I open the bag and eat silently for the next few minutes as Sehun tells me what’s going on. The government has been overthrown and other countries are opening their borders to Inhumans who no longer wish to live here anymore. All of those who killed and tested on Inhumans who were not killed have been taken into custody, except Kiyoung.

“That snake manages to get away just in time,” Sehun growls as I finish the last bite of my cheeseburger.

“You hinted at you’re all not fine,” I say, looking down at my hands.

Sehun pulls me to him, an arm over my shoulder. He just pats me gently, comforting like a friend. “He’s… He’s not fine at all.”

“Take me to him,” I say, looking up at him. “Take me to Yixing!”

The look of guilt flashed in his eyes, “Y/N… He’s not here.”

“Then where is he? Take me to see him, I need to help him!” I argue, getting out of his grasp, looking at him in the eyes.

He reaches over, grabbing a laptop, setting it in front of me. I ask him what’s going on, he just types in the password, put in an external drive before pressing on something, before quickly going down stairs. I hear the door close, leaving me with the laptop.

Looking back at the screen, I see it was a video. I press play. The camera was focused on a wall, before Yixing moved it and it was pointing at him sitting in a chair. His hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes, even darker than before. He looks at the camera, “I… I know you’re going to be angry once you see this. You may even hate me but… I just. I’m sorry, Y/N.” He runs his hand through his hair, not even looking at the camera. “I just need some time. I know you’ll be upset but I just can’t. I can’t be next to you knowing that, at the moment when you needed me most, I failed you.” It hurt watching tears fall from his eyes in the video as I remained still, not moving, not even blinking.

“When you looked at me, after shooting your own mother to save me, asking why I wouldn’t help you… I can’t get that out of my head.” Yixing wipes his eyes, head in his hands, “I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. I know she said not to blame myself but how could I not? If I wasn’t stupid, I could have saved her. You wouldn’t have to suffer like this… Like I did with my mother. It reminded me of my mom and I…,” His voice cracks as he takes a moment to regain his composure. “I can’t look at myself in the mirror without hating myself. I can’t look at you without hating myself. I can’t look at anyone there without despising everything about me.”

My tears started to fall as I kept silent. “Don’t blame any of the guys, they didn’t know I was doing this. They found out in a similar way, too.” His voice calming down as he played with the necklace my mother gave me, which is in his hands. “I’m sorry I took this. I left something precious of mine on the bedside table for you too. I… I left you that so that you could know that we’ll see each other again. Sort of as an insurance. That ring was my mother’s. She had it since she was a girl. I kept it safe in the box under my bed. I just wanted something to remember you by while I’m gone.”

“I don’t know how long I will be gone. I just need some time alone. To sort out myself… to fix myself.” He finally looks into the camera, tears still falling from his face. “You deserve someone who isn’t completely broken. So, I’m fixing myself, and when I do, I’ll be back.” He smiles sadly, “I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything and anyone. I know I said I’ll always be there for you, but… I have to do this for myself. I wouldn’t have left you if it meant you’d be alone, but you’re not going to be.” He smiles to himself, “Take care of them for me. They always manage to get themselves into trouble.”

The joking tone of his voice doesn’t make me smile at all as tears fell silently down my face. My heart was beating so loud as I found it hard to breathe. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t need it. I don’t expect anything, and I’ll understand if you decide to stop waiting for me for however long it will be or if you move on. I will always love you. Nothing will ever change that.” He smiles at the camera one last time before the video ends.

I stare at the screen blankly, taking the drive out, knowing the video was in there. I yell resentfully, throwing the laptop against the wall, seeing the screen shatter and the power turn off. My tears turn into sobs which turn into scream of agony. I hear the door downstairs open, feet rushing up at this time, when I looked over, seeing Minseok there. He calmly takes me in his arms, trying to comfort me as I spend what feels like an eternity sobbing and crying out for Yixing.