"I need painkillers, antiseptic, and bandages." I point my gun at the nurse, not caring about the gasps of panic that arise in the emergency room. "Now."

The nurse's eyes are wide, and her hands raise in surrender. I almost feel bad for her. But desperation is much too strong within me to make space for pity. She heads toward one of the medicine cabinets, grabbing the supplies for me. I keep my weapon raised. I only lower it when she hands me the supplies. I leave as quickly as I can. The starkness of the hospital, the too-clean scent, reminds me of the nightmare I had about Zion.

I emerge into the midnight street. I run toward the grocery store where I left Jungkook. Lamp posts guide me, and when the nighttime joggers pass me with their judgmental looks, I couldn't care less.

Before I turn a corner, my instincts tell me to wait. I press against the concrete wall, turning my ear to listen.

A girl is laughing. And I recognize that voice. It's the same voice that wished death upon Jungkook.

My hands move to my gun. I remember Jungkook's lesson—how to hold it, how to aim, how to be in control. I am in control. But a part of me is recklessly abandoned. Rage blinds me. I've never felt such longing for vengeance, like a tide threatening to drown me from the waist up.

I aim toward the five of the alliance. I set down the hospital supplies. As they near the corner, I know I have a clear shot.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Each bang seems louder than the last. Each one finds its target. The five of them are down, bleeding from their chests. I know they won't last very long. They're all done for. Their friends and family will mourn. Or maybe they have no one. Like Jungkook.

I run past them with the hospital supplies. I don't look back.

Now, I have more blood on my hands than Jungkook does. I wonder how the regret will eat me alive later. Whether I'll be paralyzed by guilt. Right now, the rage still rushes through my veins like fresh blood. It's easy to hate the five of them, for shooting and leaving Jungkook to die. I know there's no going back now. If League of Fame wanted me to become a monster, a stranger to myself, it has succeeded.

I leave the five in the dark. Mr. Fame's employees will gather their bodies, and they will have no funerals. No one but me will know who ended them.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Hope you are enjoying Jungkook and Cosma's story so far.