Elle
Laye killed Serenity.
There's got to be some ironic metaphor about love somewhere hidden in there. She carried the dagger she killed her with her as we entered the west wing tower, the blade still dripping with Serenity's blood.
I didn't really like Serenity, she was always full of herself and she was mean to everyone besides Laye and Charlotte. She didn't turn into a total raging psychopath until an hour before her death, though. It might've had to do something with the fight with that guard Justice. All I know is every time I close my eyes, I see the face of the little boy being happily shot down by Serenity.
Laye opens a door, and Malachi rapid shoots blindly into the room. We walk into the room, and I guess the shooting wasn't blind, because he had shot down the twelve guards that were on duty in there.
The room was filled with armor stands, each of them holding a sword. I grab one from the glove of the armor, avoiding the blood pooling from a masked guard on the floor. I didn't know much about swordplay; that was more Laye's thing, but as long as I swing the blade toward someone I should be able to make an incision of some sort.
I'm better with guns. I silently curse Serenity for teleporting her rifle and the extra magazines with her.
"Elle? What are you doing? You should lay low." Malachi says.
"I'll handle my own defense. You two focus on offense." I say, holding it in the hand not clutching my side. It was heavier than the rifle would've been. Fricking Serenity.
The door at the end of the corridor led to a flight of stairs rounding up to the very top. Laye in front, Malachi behind.
A group of guards walks down the stairs, and Malachi guns them down. It's almost scary how easy it is.
When we were about three quarters of the way up, Malachi pauses.
"What are you," He shushes me before I could say anything else.
I hold my breath, and that's when I hear it: footsteps. Hundreds, all coming up toward us.
"Run!" He yells, and we start speeding up the rest. Laye bursts open the door, and then closes it behind us, finding the lock and clicking it. Then she pushes a dresser in front of it.
I turn around, and guards of at least twenty line the hall. The second they see us, they get out their bows, daggers, and swords of various lengths.
Malachi, a couple steps closer to them, shoots three times, and three of the guards fall. He backs up, feeling his pockets for another magazine of bullets.
He curses under his breath, as a group of guards run over to attack him.
Everything seems like slow motion, as I run over to help him with the sword I didn't know how to wield. I slice open an arm of one, and they return it with a punch to the shoulder. I wave it around again, digging a gash into the front of their chest. They wither over in pain, and I move onto a different one, who held a six inch knife in the palm of their hand. I duck under their first attack, so their back was to me, and stab them in between the shoulder blades. I feel sick, vomit rising up my throat. I keep it down. Malachi uses his gun like a club, bashing in the faces of strangers. As he whacks the guard in the side of the head, a guard approaches him with an actual club from behind.
Before I could call out to him, I feel a kick to my wounded side. I yell out before I even realized I was yelling, and suddenly I'm engulfed in darkness.

Laye
My hand shakes, and I swear to myself silently. I tighten the grip of my hand on the hilt of the knife, digging the blade across the arm of a woman that attempts to strike at me.
Wiping the blood left on the blade on my shorts, I slip it back into the sheath, and suddenly Elle lets out a scream.
I jerk my head to look at her, as she falls over forward. Blood gushes from the stab wound in her side, spilling all over the floor.
Malachi yells her name, before a guard whacks him in the back of the head with a club. A trail of blood escapes his mouth before he doubled over.
I run over to them, shoving a guard's head into the wall along the way. I sit on my knees next to Elle, lifting her head from the ground.
"No, no no no no. Elle! Stay with me, Elle. I'm not losing you too. Malachi, Elle's not okay! She needs help! We need to get her somewhere!" I yell at his limp body. Tears sting the back of my eyes, before a sudden gurgling noise appears from behind me.
A woman in guards' armor stands there, a sword in her stomach, and blood pooling from her mouth.
The sword yanked back, and the guard falls over dead. Standing behind the guard was Jemma, flicking the blood off the sword.
I look at her, baffled.
She shrugs with a fake smile, "Hey."
"Uh, hi." I respond. "Elle,"
"I know. Leave her be. She'll be healed in about- now." She says, and Elle groans, opening her eyes. Malachi does the same. My head wound felt like a dull numb.
"Ugh, That was like, the worst headache I've ever experienced." He says, running his fingers through his bloodied hair.
"Malachi! Are you okay?" Elle asks.
"Me? You were almost dead, I should be asking if you are okay."
"I'm perfectly fine,"
"Yeah, we get it you're an old married couple." I interrupt, "Now Jemma how the hell did you do that?"
"It wasn't me, it was Noah." She says, lowering her head to the ground.
"The Prince? Why would he do that for us?" I ask.
"Because I agreed to being in his Court. He went to my home world, and explained his healing abilities and how you were all injured. He said the only way he'd heal you was if I agreed to it for all of us, me, you, Elle, Charlotte, and Malachi. He took Malachi instead of Serenity." She looks into my eyes, "I'm sorry, by the way. He wasn't able to bring back the dead."
She must not have known that I was the one who killed her, and I decided she wasn't going to find out from me.
"Noah? His Court? What are you all talking about?" Malachi asks.
"Well I guess now's a good a time as any other. I'll explain." Elle says, looking into his eyes.