"What are you guys doing here!" Sophie sobbed, hugging the other girls and wiping away tears of dread and relief. "We were just in a room and then the door opened and" she was cut off by her tears, not being able to articulate the rest of her sentence, not being able to communicate the emotions she had whirling inside of her.

"We were in a room too" Chiara said raising her eye brows, "Me, Alex and Sarah. We were in MG11, we were there for ages, and then the door opened and we ran out and now we are here". The girls had gained their composure and were standing a little farther back from each other. Tally and Joanna were staring at each other and then the ground, avoiding the others, not wanting to reveal what they had done. Lily didn't feel the same, she was in a storm of fury and rage and desperation.

"There were more" Lily fumed, attempting to keep her composure, but purposefully allowing it to escape through the cracks. She wanted the others to see the pain she was in, she wanted to let the others know that she may be tiny, but she has the wrath of a demon. **(AUTHORS NOTE: Sarah insisted that I️ use demon as the metaphor so not my fault)**

"What do you mean" Alex questioned, cocking her head to one side. The others followed her action, all looking confused and curiously in Lilys direction. Tally and Joanna knew what was going to happen, and prepped for the countless reactions and retaliations that we're going to occur.

"I️ mean, that there was another room. M315, and it had people in it. I'll show you" Lily said in a monotone voice, glaring at Tally, and continuing to walk back into the prison cell of which she only escaped seconds ago. Everyone followed hesitantly behind, but most hesitantly was Tally, as she swallowed her fear and moved forward. "Over there, the three screens, look at the Center" Lily insisted, she stood by the door and watched as the girls were perplexed by the room they stood in, all taking weary steps and absorbing the intimidating assets that were placed around them.
Soon enough the girls settled their eyes on the screen, Joanna included, however Tally stood back with the levers, running her hand over the cursed switch, reliving the moment that only happened moments ago, avoiding seeing the dead bodies of her friends. The girls stared in horror, Alex and Sarah were confused, not understanding the situation, or rather not wanting to, while Olivia and Chiara were in shock, thinking of all of the possible reasons that would mean the girls they saw were not dead, that it was an illusion, Sophie Joanna and Jemima were frozen, not believing what their eyes were showing them, blinking and rubbing their eyes as if it was just a joke, but they knew all too well what this meant, what the pixels on the screen were showing, what they eluded to.

"What... is that Izzy? And saskia... and Abigail..." sophie went quiet, as though she was hit in the gut with a bat, like a wave of fear had crashed onto her and was swaying her around.

"Tally did it" Lily spoke, the girls span around and looked at Lily, then at Tally, then back to Lily, urging her to explain herself. Tally stood mortified on the opposite side of the door, she looked to the ground, not willing to try and explain herself, not willing to put up a fight, and definitely not willing to look at the girls who had just seen the dead bodies of some of their closest friends.

"What the fuck do you mean, 'Tally did it'" Alex sneered through her gritted teeth. Her hands were curled into fists and her face was turning red.

"Tally pulled that lever, the one in front of you. That lever released the gas that killed Izzy, Saskia, and Abigail." Lily Continued, still enraged, still devastated, still in denial.

Alex shot Tally a look that was terrifying enough to make anyone want to cower away into a ball and die. Tally only met her glance for a second, realising her mistake and trying to stay calm and strong throughout the event.

"You... killed them." Alex spat in disgust, the only thing separating Tally and herself were the very levers that determined their friends fates. "Your dead, you deserve to die!" Alex screamed, she bolted around the boxes, only narrowly missing Sarah's grip, she bent down and with one swift movement grabbed the closest weapon to her, a knife, all without breaking her dead sprint. Tally didn't realise that Alex was coming towards her until it was too late, but Tally wasn't sure that she would have tried to stop her even if she had realised. Alex shoved Tally further against the wall, holding the knife close against her neck, keeping her pinned to the brick with her own body. Alex shredded Tally's eyes apart with her own, Tally could see the uncontrollable fire that resided inside of Alex's burning eyes. Alex looked into Tally's eyes to see an overwhelming nothingness, which angered her more, she inched the knife closer, drawing a drop of blood from her ridged skin.

"Alex! Stop!" Sarah begged, Sarah started to slowly walk towards the two girls, Jemima attempted to follow her, but Sarah motioned to her and everyone else that they all must stay still and silent. Sarah creeped forward, being as gentle with her steps and movements as she could. "Alex, this is not the way to deal with this situation, we can't solve this with violence". Her words echoed throughout Alex, but she didn't do so much as flinch when Sarah edged into her view.
Tally felt her heart beating through the would Alex had inflicted with the blade, her brain told her to fight back, to break away, but an overwhelming entity inside of her kept it pushed down, the entity dared her to let Alex kill her, it mocked Tally, it insisted that she need not worry, in fact she need not feel at all.

"Why shouldn't I️ do it? She killed them Sarah! Murdered them! In cold blood!" Alex hissed, pushing the weapon even deeper into Tally's neck. "She doesn't deserve to be shown mercy, she doesn't deserve to live at all!"

"Alex," Sarah had gotten right next to Alex, she almost whispered her words, trying to calm Alex with her soft tone. Sarah ran her hand along Alex's arm, and followed it up to the Knife. Alex and Tally still hadn't broken eye contact as Sarah wrapped her hand around Alex's, slowly pulling it away from Tally. Sarah let Alex's weight fall into her, as she carefully took her body away from Tally's. Tally had not so much as taken a breath while it was happening. Alex let the knife fall to the ground, and finally looked away from Tally. Sarah acted like a damp cloth for Alex's fiery rage, cooling her down, numbing Alex's emotions with her touch. The other girls slowly walked over to the door, some of them felt sympathy for Tally, some of them believe she got what she deserved, some of them were surprised by just how ready Alex was to murder another person. Lily looked on, being proud of Alex's movements, she felt a sickening kind of happiness, as Tally got what Lily had hoped for. Jemima went over to Tally, who was still frozen to the wall, and helped her with her wound, offering a rag that she found laying on the floor. Tally accepted her help, and slowly slid down the wall to the ground. Olivia walked over to Lily, trying to avoid looking at the blood soaked fabric around Tally's neck.

"Which room" Olivia croaked, her voice broke half way through the sentence, but her brief words were enough to prompt Lily.

"M315"

The string of girls flowed out of the room, including Jemima, and they headed on to the room. It was only Lily and Tally in the room, Tally was gazing at the screen from the other side of the room, still not feeling anything in her at all. Lily looked her up and down, sighed, and pivoted to leave the room.

"You deserve everything that happened" lily gulped, "you deserve to die". She turned away and continued to walk out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Tally sat in the room, refusing to look at the screen any longer, instead looking off into nothingness, feeling the nothingness in herself like she was born with it. She let tears fall down her face, not feeling any emotion behind them, like she could feel the sadness but she had become immune to it. She whispered through the thick air, in a last breath of desperation, of sorrow, of hatred,

"I️ know."