Chapter 20: Killing Angela part: 2 Epilogue

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~~~~~Group C~~~~~~
~~~~ Samantha's POV~~~~
Blood. So much blood. It's everywhere. Blood, followed by the smell of death. We were shook to our very core at what we found. Mathilda's dead body, severed into nothing but dismembered rotten pieces, her blood stained the stone tile. Her eyes void of life, she was stuffed in a wooden crate. It looked as if she's been there for more than weeks. I turn and gag, my stomach reflexes started to kick in. I run to the corner and vomit. " I can't believe he would do something to this extent." Ezra says covering his nose. He then walks over and grabs a sheet and covers the crate.

Lizzy puts a hand on my shoulder, and comforts me, "Are you gonna be okay?" she asks. I nod, pulling myself together, I began to question, 'If Mathilda has been dead for weeks, then who's Rosalie and the others meeting up with' I thought as we venture deep into the bunker. We came upon a room with a table in the middle and a board on the wall. Papers were scattered all over the place, notes contains information on Rose and Izzy.  "Wow, not only is your brother a murderer, but he's a stalker too. Remind me again where do you fit in with your family." I say flipping through pictures of the girls.

     Ezra chuckles sadly, " I don't fit in at all. Growing up my family would always have such  harsh criticisms to tell me. They would berate me, call me weak and soft because I didn't share the same beliefs and Ideals as them. I mean, what parent teaches their child to kill at such a young age. I couldn't take it anymore so, I ran away from that wretched place."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories for you. I can't imagine what you went through, being taught to kill as a child leaves lots of scars with open wounds. If anyone can understand pain from loosing a family it's my father." I whisper placing a hand on his shoulder. We stood there for a moment, enjoying each others company. That is until Elizabeth ruined it.

"Umm..... Sorry to interrupt but there's nothing useful here, and I'm pretty sure i'm going crazy cause I keep hearing a ticking sound." She states. I walk over to the table and look under it

"You're not crazy cause there's a flipping bomb and we have 1 minute to get the hell outta here!" I yell grabbing her arm, as we start to run, Ezra following suite. As we dash through the halls, I faintly hear the ticking of the timer. 10s.  Run. Run Damn it. Run. 5...4...3...2...1... *Explosions sounds*

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~~~~~~~Izzy's POV~~~~~~~~~
Ugh my head hurts. Once more it's Black, Again this time I someone talking. "Damn Londons is on fire most likely due to Pluto. But the real question is where the hell is Sebastian, and what happened to the Queen?" 'that voice I know it, come on think Izzy what happened.' As I come too, my body jolts awake, my senses heightening in the process. I'm greeted with Rosa worried face. "Where are we? What Happened. Wait are we on boat?."

     "Whoa whoa whoa Slow down there with all those damn questions will ya." Rosa says "While you've been out for two whole days we've been regrouping and getting ourselves together. Grell and the other reapers left, Sebastian disappeared and we haven't had word from Sams group yet. Now we're currently on a boat heading back to London. Did I miss anything there."

    Then Ceil speaks,  voice laced with malice "Yeah like the fact that we went to France and met up with the Queen, Only to find out she killed my Parents." And with that we sat there in complete utter silence. Only the sound of the boat's motor could be heard. "Okay." I say breaking the Gosh awful silence, "Heres the plan, Rosa you're gonna meet up with Mey-Rin and take down Pluto to put an end to the city fires. Ceil you're going to the palace to handle your unfinished business with the Queen."

"What are you going to do?"  The blue haired boy inquires "I'm going to go find your betrothed and Daughter." I reply

"And our cousin. Don't forget our cousin."  Rosa interjects

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