20 (Alouette pov)

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I swing, I try to hit Dylan, but I don't focus my eyes long enough to know where I hit.

A thud, made by the contact of the pipe to the person, and another thud of a person falling to the ground. I'm too afraid to look.

"Allie, Allie its alright look at me, you did it. We did it." Falcon's voice breaks the silence.

"What now?" My breathing is heavy.

"I-I don't know, we could lock him up and then go home and check on Max."

"Good idea." Something doesn't quite feel right, but we join our efforts and pick up the heavy body, me holding his legs, Falcon carrying the head and arms.

He's heavier then you would expect. We throw him in the nearest room with the most amount of locks and start making our way out of the cave.

The sunlight blinds me at first glance, I suppose we have been in the cave for a while. Getting lost takes a lot of time.

We make the flight towards our houses. Tension fills the air between Falcon and I. What would have happened if I hit him instead? Would we still be here?

I can tell he's thinking the same thing. He's got his thinking face on.

We land, and a new question forms, how is Mom?

"Dad! We're back." Falcon's voice fills the halls.

"We're back here!" We follow dad's voice and find him sitting at her bedside holding her hand. Her moving hand.

She's moving, she's ok. Tears overwhelm me. Overwhelm everyone. We're all ok, it's all over.

At least hope it is.

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