"Who is going to die?" Griese asked Nick.

Without hesitation, he looked down at the Grimm sitting in the chair in front of him and said, "Trubel."

How could he sentence Trubel, his protege, his friend, his family, to death? How could he do that?!

It turns out, he couldn't.

Just as Griese gave Nick his impossible choice, Nick's eyes trailed down to Trubel and, most importantly, her hands. Between her fingers was the small handcuff key that she had stolen earlier. The guards hadn't noticed; they were too busy watching Griese, wary after they had just witnessed her murder their boss. Nick continued his examination and saw that one of the cuffs was unlocked. 

When Trubel begged for Nick to kill her, he understood the meaningful look she gave him. They nodded to each other so minutely that no one had noticed they were, indeed, nodding.

Nick gave his answer and now it was time to act.

Griese grinned at Trubel and said, "What a pity," as she inched toward Trubel with the knife.

She got closer, closer, and closer... Then, Trubel sprang. She grabbed Griese's arm that was holding the knife and headbutted Griese in the face. Griese let the knife go, and Trubel took it in her grasp. Within seconds, Griese was gasping on the floor, making the knife sticking in her stomach rise and fall as she choked.

While this was happening, Nick started fighting the guards that had been watching him and Trubel. There were four which wasn't nearly enough; one was already unconscious by the time Trubel had finished stabbing Griese. Trubel quickly helped Nick with the rest, unlocking his handcuffs in the middle of the fight when there was sufficient time.

The four bodies of the guards eventually joined Griese's on the floor, and Nick and Trubel exchanged an exhausted but hopeful look.

"Do you think the others will let us go now that Griese and Reichardt are dead?" Trubel panted, winded from the fighting and wiping some of the blood off of her face with the back of her hand.

Nick shook his head, "No, they'd rather die than let us go."

"What a pity," Trubel hissed viciously in an imitation of Griese. She glared at toward the door with bloodlust, ready to kill everyone that had to do with Angel's "death." Nick put his hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked her sympathetically. If she was too emotional, she could make a mistake and get herself killed. Of course, her strong emotions were the exact reason that she wasn't going to let Nick stop her from getting her revenge.

"I will be," Trubel promised Nick. It wasn't a lie. She would sleep better knowing Miles was dead, that is, if she succeeded in her attempts to kill him.

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Lexi was lying on the bed in her room, resting after saving Angel's life. She was still incredibly weak, and if she did anything to overexert herself, she would certainly die. The last thing she needed was for Miles to walk into her room, yet there he was, grinning as he passed through the doorway and locked the door behind himself. He approached her bedside and Lexi stared at him with a nervous expression. 

"You brought Angel back, huh?" Miles asked her. She didn't answer him, nervous that anything she said would make her situation worse. "How many times does that pain in the ass have to die for me to finally get rid of him?" Miles complained to himself grumpily.

"I was just following orders," Lexi defended herself weakly, noticing Miles's frustrated expression.

"That's no excuse," Miles told her as he glared at her with disapproval. "But if we're using it as one," he began, pulling out a gun and lining the barrel up with Lexi's forehead, "I'm also just following orders."

The shot rang out, and in seconds, Lexi's white pillow was soaking red with her blood.

Without her to heal anyone, whoever died was going to stay that way.

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Hey, guys!

I hope you guys are still enjoying the story! Can you believe there are only a few chapters left? The last few chapters will be very exciting! That being said, I haven't had a lot of time to write, so some of them might be short. Sorry!

As always, thank you for reading!

-TRBL247