The Chosen.

The End?

Slamming the door, my fingers fumble with the lock, securing it tightly in place. 

"What's happening?" Bill rounds the corner, terror stricken across his face.

"The lab found us." Tom shouts as he kneels on the ground, grabbing his belongings and shoving them into his backpack.

"No, we have to go now. It's not the lab." I grab the back of his shirt and pull him towards the back exit of the dilapidated cabin.

"Wait, what who is it?" Tom asks, puzzled at who could be chasing us if not Tokio Laboratory.

I sigh, "Ruth." I walk towards the back door letting the groans and comments of confusion and anger echo out behind me.

"Let's go. Now." I demand as i watch the group collect their things. "No time leave it!!" I shout, causing a startle in the room.

"Run and don't look back. We won't stop until we're somewhere safe." Zeke nods at all of us, his hand gripping the door handle firmly.

Bracing myself to take off, the door is swung open. A tall dark headed man points the barrel of an AR-15 directly at our shocked faces. His blue eyes burn into mine as i flash back to the the time i snuck into the third wing. I saw him there, with ruth. 

"Fuck." Tom whispers.

Suddenly, the weak wooden floor boards creak behind me. "It's a shame every time we meet, my gun is pointed at your head." The familiar voice chuckles behind me.

"Is it really? Because you seem to enjoy it." I turn around facing the slender dark headed lady whose face i've really become to dread.

She tosses her head from side to side, "You're right i really do." She grins. 

"But just so you know, this will be the last time we meet like this. I will make sure of it." Poison looms behind her tone. A shiver is sent down my spine as i know she is promising to put an end to me. 

I glance around the room, looking for any way to get out of here. Two more men stand behind ruth, their hands tucked into the neckline of their bullet proof vests. The men almost look.. bored. As if they would rather be anywhere else but here with her. 

Finally, my eye catches the shattered pieces of ceramic plate that once almost crashed into Tom's head. Mia steals a glance at me. 

"On your knees all of you." Ruth spits at us, as if we are dogs. My nostrils flare with irritation. 

My mind begins to cloud with panic as i realize this may just be the end of it all. The guns pointed at my head are starting to become too surreal. I may just have made the biggest mistake of my life, pushing the boys i love away moments before our deaths. I don't want us to die with them thinking i don't love them with all my heart and soul. Every breath i breathe is for them, this can't be the end.

Despite my efforts to subdue the tears in my eyes, they begin to slowly fall. I feel like a deer caught in head lights, paralyzed and no where to go. I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of running. 

"Awe, I knew I'd break you eventually June, but i didn't expect it to be so soon. You seemed to have done it all on your own." Ruth crouches down, whispering in my face. Her warm breath emits a bitter smell of coffee and stale cigarettes. 

I hang my head in defeat, staring at the cracking wooden planked floor below me. I can feel the room watching me closely, holding their breaths for my next move.

"Give it here June." She demands.

I shake my head no, unable to muster any courage to say anything at all. She scoffs.

"Give it to me and I'll let your friends live." She grits her teeth with a smile, my head jerking up to look at her. Her eyes twinkle as they bore down into me, she knows she's won. It's over, i would give anything to save my friends lives.

I nod my head, giving into her. 

Tears fall gently from my face as the room watches me rise from my knees. I begrudgingly walk to my backpack propped up against the dining room table. Ruth fiddles with her gun, following closely behind me. She watches and anticipates every one of my moves. 

"June, don't." Zeke begs of me. Ruth jolts her gaze to my friend across the room. 

"I have to. I can't have your blood on my hands. I love you guys, I'm so sorry." I sigh. 

Joy overtakes Ruth as she watches the mournful looks of my friends. My hand runs over the ceramic shard laid out on the floor. My fingers curling nicely around the piece, my thumb placing over the bottom steadying the sharp point. 

This is my last chance. 

Before i can talk myself out of my insane and irrational plan, i lurch forward. 

Ruth screams out in agony as i slash the side of her throat. I close my eyes as warm blood begins to spill over my hands. I lower my body to the floor along side Ruths, anticipating the bullets that will soon come flying towards me. 

POP. POP. POP. 

Shots ring out. I hear the crumple of bodies hitting the floor. 

I open my eyes, confused on why i am not riddled with bullets. I look around the room studying the situation. 

Suddenly, a shaky breath escapes my mouth.