Third Person POV:

They had watched as the police came and torn a crying Felix away from Marzia's corpse.
Everyone else was waiting in the parking lot for the cops as Minx and Pewdiepie sat in the bathroom crying.
Nicole had passed out in Luke's arms.
Pewdiepie had screamed for them to help Marzia, but she was long dead.
Minx had looked dead inside as she looked down at a pale Marzia.
Then the police started to arrest her.
"Woah, what are you doing?!" Skylar asked.
Lonnah looked uneasy and Moo pulled her tightly.
Brian grabbed Sky's shoulder.
"Why are you arresting her??!" Ohm demanded.
"There is blood on her. That is evidence. By the court of law, we are required t-" the first officer began.
"Bullshit!" Twaimz said.
"You can't arrest her!" Kingsley bursted.
"She's innocent!" Jack said and Nogla tilted his head.
Berenice's mouth was open.
"She didn't do anything!" Bryce yelled.
"No.. Stop! This girl was my friend!" Minx wriggled in her handcuffs.
"You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future..." the officer told her.
"This is fu-" Droidd went to go through the crowd.
The officer threw him a warning glare.
He backed up.
Everyone else did, as well.
They watched, helplessly, as Minx was put in the back of a cop car.
"This is FUCKING STUPID!" Macie yelled.
Everyone had loaded up in the RVs to go home.
The day was cut short.

Nicole POV:

I had woken up around ten PM.
I walked into the living room.
Luke was sitting on the couch.
"Is he... Okay?" I asked Luke.
He looked at me.
He shook his head.
"He shouldn't have seen her like that." he sighed.
I sat down next to him.
"I have never felt so terrible in my life. Marzia's gone. Minx is arrested. And Felix is depressed... Because of me." I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around my knees.
Luke grabbed my hand.
Upon it, I saw the same wedding band I had seen before.
I blinked and it was gone.
"Luke..." I whispered, quietly, so I wouldn't wake up Felix, who was asleep not too far from us.
"Yes?" he asked, looking at me.
I put my other hand on my stomach.
"I saw our baby..." I smiled.
He looked confused.
"You.. Saw... The.... Ba-by?" he asked.
"Yes. I mean, a vision of him... Of us. I imagine it's a boy..." I said, looking up at him from under my lashes.
He smiled and caressed my cheek...
Just like I had seen him do earlier.
"You saw him..." he smiled.
I smiled.
"I did."
Suddenly, something stirred.
Felix walked into the room.
"Oh... Hey, guys. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything."
"No, you're okay." Luke told him.
He sat down.
"I'm sorry, Felix." I said, closing my eyes.
"It's not your fault." he sighed.
"It was, Felix, it was. I got a girl killed. I should've told you guys..."
"No, Nicole, you didn't know. You wanted to protect us." Luke said.
"But telling you probably would've protected you enough to prevent any of this to happen." I said.
They looked at me.
"Niki, I'd hate to say it..." Pewdiepie began.
"But I don't anyone can prevent that girl from what she does or what she's going to do."

Marilyn POV:

"Did you do it?" he asked.
I looked at him.
I nodded.
He was clenching his fists.
"Stop being a baby, she was better off dead anyway." I sat down.
I had a headache.
Suddenly, Keegan did something I never thought he would do.
"WHEN WILL THIS END, MARILYN?! ALL THIS HURTING?! THIS...THIS KILLING PEOPLE???!!!!!!!!" he screamed.
He grabbed the metal baseball bat and swung over and over again.
He broke all of my glasses off the counter. He shattered my antiques in the cabinets and the ones on the shelves.
He then lunged over my glass table and swung at my glass vase.
The glass in the table shattered.
Inside of the vase was a rare black rose, from my old admirer who had left me.
The thorns had stung me as they fell into my hand. It was quiet for a second, and all I could hear away his struggled breathing.
I looked at the thorns in my palm.
They angered me.
I clenched my fist and slowly watched drops of blood tingle down them and fall onto the table. I looked down again.
My hand was a deep deep red now, a black color.
My eyes blistered with anguish.
I looked up at Keegan.
"You. Killed. My. ROSE!"
He backed up.
"Marilyn... I'm sorry... I didn't.. I.. I..." he stuttered and backed into the cabinet.
I ran right up to him.
I was hovering, inches from his face.
He was terrified.
I could feel his deep breaths blowing on my face.
Good. Be afraid.
"YOU WILL HELP ME DO THIS. WE WILL PUT AN END TO THEM. THEY WILL BE PERISHED." I screamed in his face.
Kill him. He said.
FUCKING KILL HIM! RIP OUT HIS TONGUE! MAKE HIM BLEED...
Happiness fulfilled my artificial thoughts as I imagined all the blood on the floor... Bathing in it...
Sweet, sweet blood...
I could smell it.
But then I cringed.
My insides twisted and I screamed in pain.
"NO! STOP! THIS IS MY BABY BROTHER!!"
It stung me. It ripped my heart out.
It felt like you were falling off a mountain, getting shot a million times, and then going through the same heartbreak, over and over and over...
And over again....
"Marilyn." Keegan echoed and went to grab my hair, trying to calm me.
"AHH! STOPP! STOP!" I fell to the ground, feeling nails peirce through my body.
"MAMA!!!! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!!!" I screamed, reaching to the sky.

Keegan POV:

I hate it when these happen.
She puked up blood and screamed.
"Marilyn." I turned her on her stomach on top of the ground and sat on her back.
"Shh... Shhh... Mari..." I calmed her.
She kept wrestling me.
"Marilyn!" I said.
She wouldn't calm.
I grabbed her hair.
Her whole body froze and she stopped breathing.
It was as if she was paralyzed.
"It will all be okay." I told her.
She slowly stopped struggling and her breathing calmed.
"Are you okay, sister?" I asked.
She breathed.
"Yes. Thank you so much."