I stumble out the arena, and the door leads me to the exit. It seems now that Owen is dead the trick doesn't work.
I collapse to the floor, tired and out of energy. I look around and see my friends.
They're all fine and alive.
We won the fight- Owens gone forever. I hug all my friends. I'm so glad they're okay.
But then Lola asks...
"Wheres rhys?"
I stop in my tracks...
"He's... he's dead." I say.
They all look sad and shocked.
"Owens dead too. I made sure of it. He payed for what he did."
I continue.
They all look at me.
They all smile, and we all know what we have done here has made a difference.
We're happy.
And we walk back home, ready for a peaceful life.
