Jungkook and I stood from where we lay, the creaks of several cell doors opening at the same time as mine. "Jimin," I gasped, covering my mouth and stepping over to where he stood, unfazed and brushing a blood-soaked knife against his pant leg to wipe it clean. Jungkook stood back, looking down at Leon's men, blood from the gashes in their necks pooling onto the floor.

Namjoon rubbed at his eyes as he joined us around the bodies, his eyes widening when he took in the scene. "What happened?" He looked to Jimin.

His question came at the same time as another, from above, Leon's second in charge awakened by the noise and leaning over the railing. "What did you do?" He called out, his boots clunking as he went to wake Leon, the pattering of their approach matching my heartbeat.

"Why are two of my men dead?" Leon's voice echoed, others tossing as they woke from their sleep. He kneeled beside them, sighing as he identified the two who'd been killed.

Jimin stepped forward, ready to take on the responsibility. "They were coming to attack Alena." He clarified.

"And did they?" Leon's demeanor was calm but the tension between us made it feel like he could snap at any moment.

"No but they were talking about it." Jimin's voice was unwavering.

Leon stood, holding up his hands in frustration as he concluded. "So they didn't do anything and you killed them."

"If you think any of us would just wait until something happened you're mistaken." Jungkook stood from his position, stepping closer to Leon. I stopped his challenge, putting a hand on his chest to keep him from moving forward.

Namjoon spoke up, worry behind his eyes. "Leon, we'll fix this. We'll make it right." He put a hand on Leon's shoulder, nodding to assure him.

Leon shrugged his hand away, rubbing at his temple as he thought. "You will." He pushed a finger into Namjoon's chest with the threat. "We'll address this in the morning."

His right hand man attempted to protest as they left the unit, Leon holding up a hand to silence him. We stood there for a few more minutes, blinking over the bodies in shock until four of Leon's men came to retrieve them, dragging them from the unit and outside to bury.

"We have to leave." Namjoon spoke Korean so that only we understood. I'd picked up enough that I spoke a little and recognized more, the three of us nodding as he headed back to his cell.

Jungkook moved quickly and without a sound, tugging my backpack from under my bed and stuffing it with every item from my cell. He didn't say a word, taking my hand and leading us to where he kept his belongings, shoving them into a bag that he strapped across his back. As he pulled us back and forth I caught glimpses of the others, packing their bags just as silently, though I hadn't yet spotted Hobi or Yoongi.

Jungkook sensed my concern, whispering to clarify what I couldn't read, the seven of them knowing each other so well that they already understood their tasks. "They're getting the weapons and car ready."

We made our way through the halls, passing by a few of Leon's men who seemed, or at least pretended to be uninformed about the occurrence of the night. I kept as close to the shadows as possible, grabbing hold of Taehyung's hand when he met us at the intersection of two hallways, the three of us heading for the exit furthest from the prison's entrance.

The back of the prison faced north, the left side of the fence leading to the parking lot where there were a few cars Leon and his men used for runs. Just at the edge sat the, based on appearance, out of use old Honda and motorcycle we planned to use for our escape.

We crept out of the back door quietly, the sun casting a soft glow over the grounds that made me squint. Jungkook was the first to freeze, pulling me behind him at the sound of applause that took our attention.

As the complete view of the yard came past the flash of sunlight my heart dropped. Namjoon, Jimin, and Jin stood to our right, close to a small shed that was used for storage. Just beyond, across the yard, we were faced with Leon and over half of his men, lined up in the same way they'd greeted us when we met.

"Leaving us already?" Leon called out, nodding so that his men held their guns up, focused in our direction. In my peripheral vision I spotted Yoongi, hidden in the shadows of the shed with a bag of weapons draped across his body.

Namjoon held his hands up, taking a couple of steps forward as I watched Yoongi discreetly pass rifles to Jimin and Jin. "We are, we won't be any more trouble to you." He attempted to mediate the situation so that things didn't escalate.

Leon paced back and forth as he talked, sloppily swinging around the pistol he carried. "That's the thing Namjoon. You've already been trouble for me." He started on one of those long rants he'd become known for.

I glanced at the parking lot, sure Hobi was hidden by the cars, waiting for his cue.

"And you know I'm a decent man," Leon continued, "so I'm going to let your group leave, but not before you pay the piper." He wagged a finger.

Jungkook squeezed my hand, nudging his head toward the shed so that I looked at Yoongi again, three rifles on the ground by his feet for us.

"You don't have to do this. We can leave peacefully." Namjoon reasoned.

"Let's not kid ourselves Namjoon. One of yours took two of my men last night and you think you're just gonna leave? You're must be more stupid than you look." Leon laughed, rubbing at his temple the same way he did when he first saw the bodies, a gesture used to calm his anger. "But I'm still a good man at heart so I need you to understand. I'm only going to take one of your men."

Jimin and Jin didn't try to hide anymore and raised their rifles at his words, Leon amused by the two weapons pointed at them.

He wasn't threatened, his commination coming to its peak. "Well maybe two, since I'm only counting six of you. If we find your missing man we'll likely have to do away with him too." He waved his hands, even finding humor in himself. "But let me stop stalling and get on with it."

He snapped his fingers, one of his men emerging from behind a part of the fence that we reinforced with a sheet of metal. Even before he came into sight I noticed the Converse sneakers that dragged along with him, a smiley face drawn on the toe of one and the word "hope" written on the other. My vision blurred from tears, my heart feeling like it dropped into my feet as Graham stepped in next to Leon, keeping a grip on Hobi's wrists to restrain him.

Yoongi wasn't shy about his position or movements then, tossing the rifles one by one to Taehyung and moving into the space between the six of us. Taehyung passed them down the line and we assumed our stance. Leon gave a simple nod in acknowledgement, Graham releasing a hand from Hobi to reach up and grip his hair, pushing him to his knees.

The next few seconds of my life felt like they moved in slow motion. Hobi looked out at us, a single tear slipping from his eye. He raised a hand toward his chest, crossing his thumb and index finger over one another to create a small heart, the last message of love and light before Leon held up his pistol, putting a bullet through his head.

As soon as his body hit the ground time sped up again, a constant stream of our guns being fired and a cry of agony from Jin. We descended on each other with all the force we had, firing away with an instant need for vengeance. Taehyung, Jungkook and I moved toward a protrusion in the fence that held another sheet of metal, to be used as a shield while the other half gravitated toward the shed.

When we were mostly covered, Jungkook paused, grabbing onto my arm and pulling me around him so that we switched places. "Alena, go now!" He yelled over the barrage, resuming his fire.

I kept my position, a man falling backward as one of my shots hit him in the chest. "I can't!" I called to him in response. When we first had the conversation about this moment, I hadn't pictured it like this.

He and Taehyung shouted in sync, keeping their gaze on their targets. ""Get out of here!"

Before I backed away from the covering I looked to my right, catching sight of them one more time and saw more of Leon's men trailing up the other side of the prison. I lined my gun toward them, pulling at the trigger as I sped in the opposite direction, through the gap we'd cut in the fence and down to the car that awaited.

I started it easily, the wires already pulled up through the floorboard, getting in and ducking just as the back glass was shot out. I put the car in reverse, stepping on the gas so that it jolted backward, the crunching bump that came a second later letting me know that I hit the shooter. I looked over my shoulder as I spun the wheel, backing into a small gap at the end of the lot before putting it in drive, my foot hard on the gas to keep me from the burning urge to turn back.