Gradually, people began to leave the hospital, either because their parents were able to take them home or their injuries were not severe enough to give further treatment. However, Jason was unable to leave and instead had his own room, with tight security nearby.

The hospital room smelled like disinfectant and stale air.

Machines deep steadily beside Jason's bed while rain tapped softly against the window.

He stared at the television mounted in the corner, barely paying attention to the news until one headline made his stomach drop.

They discovered another survivor in Simcoe.

As he tried to think of who it could be, he was startled by the sudden slamming of his door. Emma stood in the doorway, her eyes wide and breathing heavily.

"There's something wrong," she gasped.

Jason sat up, wincing at his injuries and holding his head. "Did someone die?" he asked.

"That feeling is back," Emma trembled.

Jason knew exactly what feeling she was referring to. It wasn't a normal sensation, but rather the gut feeling she got before the storm or when she suspected something bad happened was going to happen.

"Check CTV news," she urged.

Jason grabbed his phone and scrolled through the many news reports posted online. Most of them were discussing the possibly of avoiding charges or the public's anger over not all of them charged. But when he saw what Emma was talking about, he almost dropped his phone in shock. It couldn't be true; there was no way this could have happened.

"How is Cassandra alive?" he exclaimed.

The news referred to her as Cassandra, and she had been covered in scrapes and burns when they had all seen her burned alive.

Had something gone wrong?

Or were they never truly dead and had gone somewhere else?

"She shouldn't be alive. And if Cassandra is alive, it could mean that Ashley and Divina are also alive," she whispered.

They had watched their skin felt in fire.

Did this mean everything they had done had only erased their human bodies, but not whatever they truly were?

Emma chewed her lip.

"No, no, no... this isn't happening again."

Her breathing turned shaky.

"Is she a wandering ghost or an illusion?"

She paced back and forth in his room.

"Dude, you look like you've seen a ghost," Mark said.

Jason pointed his phone toward him as Mark came walking over, grabbing his own phone.

"What the hell? Are we sure this is even true or just clickbait?" Mark questioned.

Jason wanted it to be fake.

Another conspiracy theory. Another edited photo.

But deep down, he already knew.

The same sick feeling he felt inside The Bubble crawled back into his chest.

Cindy bopped in his room with a frown, crossing her arms over her chest and wincing from the whip marks inflicted by Luke.

"Have you seen it?" Jason asked her.

Cindy walked over to look at the news article on his phone. "It's all true. She came with Zane to ask me about the chemicals used to create Ashley," she said.

Why would Cassandra want to know about the chemicals?

Jason wasn't any more knowledgeable about them than her. Cindy may know more, and they did explain it in court, but there had been a lot going on lately.

Cindy glanced toward the doorway before lowering her voice.

"Divina and Ashley aren't actually gone."

Emma stopped pacing. "What do you mean?"

"Their bodies were destroyed," Cindy whispered. "Not them."

Jason's stomach twisted. He still remembered the bodies melting into flames.

"Cassandra sealed them away," Cindy continued. "But if we don't destroy the substance correctly, they'll come back."

Emma gasped as Jason turned at Mark.

Those two, back in the world again?

It was already difficult enough dealing with them in The Bubble, but having them in the real world would be even more dangerous. It would be Ashley or whoever's body they were in, committing murders and Divina destroying everything to kill Ashley.

That's destruction on a whole other level. If Divina goes after Ashley, it could end up harming people, including the government and police.

Cindy placed a hand on her hip.

"The chemical should destroy them."

"Should?" Jason repeated.

"Nobody knows what happens afterward."

Silence settled over the room.

"Our powers will disappear too."

The elimination of powers is good and bad, as it could lead to a division between those with powers and those without all over again. Jason wouldn't be surprised if they got contained at one point, especially with the existence of a girl who possesses the powers to erase anything she desires.

It had been said that Cassandra is even stronger than Ashley and Divina combined. This girl, who didn't know the laws and harbours hatred toward adults, could potentially eliminate an entire courtroom full of people out of pure annoyance.

Suddenly, they spotted the mutant child with James and Zane. She was dressed clean in leggings and a purple shirt, with some of her wounds bandaged, but she seemed dissatisfied with the outside world had to offer.

"We need to get that mixture quickly, as it won't be long before God or Divina become attached to a human," Cassandra spat.

It was a lie that she had truly died, or what really happened. The focus was one finding or creating a chemical that could potentially destroy the source of everything.

"So, they are not actually dead, but just without a human form?" Emma asked.

"I am not sure what we need to include in the chemical, but James says he knows," Cassandra said, gesturing her thumb toward at James.

"Lean was the main ingredient in the creation of the other medication," James said.

He adjusted the laptop on his knees.

"We need Purple-K," he said quietly. "Potassium bicarbonate. Fire suppression powder."

"Which means?" Mark asked.

"It reacts under extreme heat," James replied. "That's our best chance."

Cindy frowned.

"Melany figured it out," she admitted.

Jason remembered Melany giving him a brief overview of what she thought the substance could be. She suggested that the substance might be lean or some other type of chemical.

"Excuse me, but I think some of you should head back to your room," a nurse said.

"I don't remember needing an invitation," Cassandra hissed, glaring at the nurse.

This wasn't going to go well because Cassandra despises adults. As a mutant, she's dangerous enough, but she also has the ability to throw people into a walls or erase them. No, she probably has powers deep inside she's never had to use for the pure sake of Divina and Ashley.

The nurse hesitated after seeing how many of them were crowded in the room.

Cassandra stared without blinking.

Jason's pulse spiked immediately.

"They're just visiting," he blurted before Cassandra could speak.

The nurse, who had pink hair and bright makeup, wore navy blue scrubs. She slowly nodded and left down the hall to another room.

"Those chemicals would most likely be located in a lab or hospital," James stated.

"In the labs, probably here, but it's about not getting caught," Cindy added.

Cassandra lazily pointed two fingers at Cindy like she was playing a game.

Cindy vanished instantly.

Emma screamed.

"It's fine," Cassandra muttered. "It only lasts fifteen minutes."

She paused, counting on her fingers twice before nodding to herself.

One of her powers was the ability to make others invisible. Although Jason had never seen her use it before, Divina had once explained that Cassandra's abilities revolved around control.

They didn't even see Cindy bop away when she did. They all stood still while James sat on the ground and opened his laptop, scrolling through the internet.

"From research, Purple-K is a chemical that can put out fires in liquid. However, due to its toxic nature, we must be cautious about handling it," James hesitated. "We need to set it on fire."

The group fell silent, unsure of what to say next. While they have never directly set the substance on fire, they have not been able to find any trace of it.

"The substance is anchoring them here," Cassandra explained impatiently. "Ashley and Divina don't have bodies anymore, but they still exist."

Jason felt cold all over.

"If we burn the substance correctly," she continued, "the anchor breaks permanently."

"And if we don't?" Emma asked quietly.

Emma narrowed her eyes.

"Then they come back."

Eden leaned against the doorway with a bright smile,

"Did someone say arson?"

Jason couldn't help but ran a hand over his face.

"Finally, a conversation I'm qualified for, " she chimed. "Oh, I didn't know Cassandra survived this mess."

"Don't just willingly say that when you got away with your charges! It's against the law!" Emma exclaimed while waving her arms around.

Jason couldn't help to think about the countless times Eden had caused fires, such as the explosion at Uden Academy with the crackheads.

"We just need to find things to burn them," Cassandra stated flatly.

They were escaping crimes to commit another. He couldn't fathom how they would even get to Simcoe without raising suspicion, as it was currently under investigation for traces of the substance.

"Fires can be occur naturally, and if we go at night, we can get away with it," Eden explained. "Unless you guys are chickens."

Cindy chimed in, "You're only saying because you want River to pay your charges."

The chemicals were in a concealed white bucket as Cassandra snapped her fingers to actually see Cindy in her regular human form.

"There's one problem with this," Zane stated. "How do we get out of the hospital without them knowing?"

Jason watched as Cassandra held her palm to the ceiling with her eyes closed.

One moment he was sitting on the stiff hospital bed beneath the bright light.

The next, his body slammed against cracked pavement.

Smoke filled his lungs.

The sharp smell of antiseptic was replayed by ash, gasoline, and burned concrete.

Paradise Hotel towered above them near the ruins.

He wasn't the only one; at least everyone who had survived from the hospitals across Toronto was there.

Simcoe still looked burned and destroyed around them, but most of the ash had been cleared away from the area.

"They aren't dead," Cassandra started, her voice firming and her eyes narrowing.

Panic exploded through the crowd.

Some people screamed. Others backed away so fast they tripped over broken concrete.

A few laughed nervously like their brains couldn't process what they were seeing.

Cassandra simply floated above them, clearly unfazed.

The person they had all seen die was alive.

"The human bodies were burned away, and I concealed them, but I managed to escape. We have to burn that substance or both things in order to freely get rid of them before Psycho One and Psycho Two destroy the world," Cassandra rambled, her arms laced behind her head. "It's dark, so adults won't catch us, but if they do, I can erase them. I'm not raising them from the dead; I'm bringing them into the real world to destabilize the substance. This will also get rid of your powers and whatnot. We just have to burn it with the chemical that Cindy has. Use powers or weapons that cause explosions, but one thing will be different."

Cassandra groaned and threw both her hands up in the air. It wasn't sheer annoyance, but rather it caused the fifty-three remaining survivors to float in the sky upside down.

Preston kicked a loose piece of concrete lightly.

"Uh... we don't actually have anything to burn with."

Cassandra looked back at them as she held out her palm. A lighter appeared, as if she had bought it at the store. Wait, Foodland was still around here.

"We have to dump the chemical that Cindy has, then burn it with our powers or anything else that causes explosions," Cassandra rambled before they all dropped to the ground. "But first, we have to look."

Nervous murmuring spread through the group.

Someone near the back finally spoke.

"What if we get charged?"

The Bubble, a place where secrets were exchanged and information traded, didn't have charges unless someone paid for gossip—something Nevaeh had done in the past.

Cassandra's expression darkened instantly.

"We won't get charged," she retorted sharply. "We'll search the area and check the store or something. Then we will bring those powerless things to get burned."

"That's easy for you to say," a boy muttered in the crowd. "Most of us have been questioned by the police."

"Then don't come," Cassandra responded coldly. "Stay here and wait for the world to end."

They were powerless until they found a hook. Divina always had the most power between the two, but Ashley had the followers on her half.

Jason already had his own power that could set things ablaze, but others would have to find things if there was anything still left.

Scarlett didn't expect to find out that Cassandra would actually be alive. The revelation hit her like something physically wrong in her chest.

She had witnessed her daughter's skin melt away to ash, sealed away with the things that started this in the beginning.

People had gone off in different directions, as if they were reliving that The Bubble still existed even when adults were investigating all the damage. Actually, what still had the resources to be a building.

Cassandra ran to Scarlett and hugged her.

"I haven't killed anyone yet," she said with a small smile. "Just like you said. But... what are charges? Is it some kind of food?"

Scarlett blinked. "Money," she said simply.

Cassandra frowned, her eyebrows knitting together. She didn't understand. Money was meaningless to her. All she knew were things she stole or took—like they did with those chemicals.

"So, when we burn this, all our supernatural powers are gone?" Scarlett asked.

"Exactly," Cassandra said. "I melted the human forms, but trapped them inside a dark space. They'll crawl out as illusions until they're destroyed. That's why you still have the powers... for now."

This whole twisted situation was complicated. Technically, this whole thing would be different if Cassandra was never born, which means they probably never knew this information.

"So, if Ashley and Divina completely go away, does that mean you stay walking on earth?" Scarlett inquired.

"No," Cassandra murmured. "I was born as your child with overwhelming powers. I sealed myself to keep you safe and free from charges, but these powers flow through my veins. Just like father said, I'd be behind bars like him and Jason. I said I would die because it is true. I thought that burning was the end, but it was to get rid of the human forms that have been taunting and murdering this area. I can't save everything like superheroes are said to be able to. I've seen people die, and I feel guilty about those injured like you. Sorry for hurting you again."

Scarlett's chest tightened so painfully she could barely breathe.

She had watched Cassandra burn in ash. She had forced herself to believe that her daughter was gone.

Yet Cassandra was standing in front of her again like death had simply changed its mind.

Tears blurred Scarlett's vision as she forced herself to smile.

She pulled Cassandra into a hug, but Cassandra refused to look up. Cassandra had always carried guilt for the harm she caused, like the death of Jade and Esme.

Was it that Cassandra died because, as Divina had said, Cassandra was stronger than the two psychos combined? She'd be strong enough to get rid of whatever the two fallen stars had caused over a period of almost a year.

"I'll be sad, but you're doing something good, right?" Scarlett inquired.

Cassandra looked up briefly and handed her a lighter that she had created from just her palm. Its was larger than a normal lighter, since it was the size of her palm.

"I'll burn them away so they can never harm any of you again," Cassandra said, rubbing her eye.

Scarlett's eyes darted to Cindy, who was pouring a thick, dark substance into the ditch. Back and forth, bucket after bucket, until the ground looked almost black.

Figures emerged from the darkness in scattered groups.

Some dragged rusted weapons behind them. Others carried gasoline cans, bleach bottles, or stolen chemical containers clutched tightly against their chest.

Eden appeared with a small bucket of gasoline.

"It makes the explosions that much sweeter," she beamed.

"Gasoline would make it even more reactive," James muttered, checking the edge of the ditch.

Darkness swallowed the highway, leaving River's glowing light as the only clear thing in sight. Golden reflections flickered across the smoke and wet pavement.

From the distance, the faint sounds of cars and voices drifted through the night. If anyone noticed, it wouldn't matter—Cassandra would kill them in a heartbeat.

"We will be erasing these things from the earth," Cassandra said, slowly pulling back. She gazed down at the ditch, where the dead grass was now black.

Scarlett assumed they may have been at the location where Stick hit Vickie or where Esme and Jade had both died. The long list of people that have died seems endless to count, even when nobody has figured out how many have died.

She felt her body lifted into the air, along with all those that returned. Cassandra had her palm facing straight ahead with her eyebrows narrowed.

The very first thing Scarlett saw was the male illusion, with his devious grin and laughing.

The second illusion looked barely human.

Purple eyes glowed from a grey corpse-like face while his teeth ground together hard enough to crack. His skin stretched too tightly over his jaw, like something wearing a human shape incorrectly.

"Now!" Cassandra yelled.

Scarlett watched Jason's light go into the substance, with flames glowing around Cassandra, god and goddess.

People tossed their lighters, creating a fiery explosion around them, but despite the flames, no one was harmed.

Is that where that deflection comes into play? No, this is different because the flames are in the ditch but burning around the three.

"You stupid mutant child," God snarled. "Bringing us back just to show us how to burn a fire? That is truly pathetic of you."

Scarlett flicked her own lighter on and threw it in the ditch.

Flames erupted instantly, racing throughout the blackened chemicals in violent waves. Heat twisted around her body, but instead of burning, it circled like a storm.

Her feet lifted farther from the highway. Everyone around her floated motionless in the air while the fire roared beneath them. Scarlett could barely tell what was going on anymore—only that something inside those flames was dying.

"I'm ending this," Cassandra said coldly.

Scarlett couldn't see any of them. They heard their voices, and the flames were deadly enough that all of them should be dead.

"What? You're telling me what you said was a lie?" God snapped.

Scarlett glanced around at the people in the air. Some watched with fascination, their eyes wide, while others added more fuel to the fire.

"You all get your freedom," Cassandra declared.

The flames vanished.

One second Scarlett was suspended above the highway, smoke choking her lungs.

The next, warm air hit her skin.

She gasped and launched up in her hospital bed.

The highway was gone. The fire was gone.

Only the steady beep of medical equipment remained.

Was it just a dream? No, it had to be real. Cassandra had teleported most of them all back to escape whatever would happen.

A nurse entered her room like nothing in the world change, carrying a tray of medication.

Cassandra had only been there for a few minutes before vanishing again, like she had never been there.

A tear slid down Scarlett's cheek, which she quickly wiped away before taking her medication. She sat with strawberry yogurt in her hands longer than she meant to before finally eating it.

There was no sign of the police or nurses asking where they all were.

Did Cassandra somehow clean everything up and made it seem like nothing happened? They committed arson without being caught, like normal behaviour when The Bubble surrounded them.

It reminded Scarlett of the final fight, where fire had raged and the injuries had been so severe that some could barely walk.

She stirred her yogurt in as Greyson walked into the room. "They surprisingly let me go to the cafeteria to get food," he said, holding a bag from Tim Hortons filled with chocolate chip cookies.

"It barely felt like that happened. All of it seemed too easy, but Cassandra has always had endless powers," Scarlett remarked as she sat up.

Greyson handed her a cookie, which she placed on the table with wheels that was used for eating.

"She's always been full of surprises," he said. "I knew something was off when she got rid of that thing and Divina."

It was said there was no trace but a little ash. At first, it seemed like they had burned to death, but something didn't seem right. She didn't realize that everything had been planned from the start.

"Very determined; I wonder where that came from?" Scarlett snarked, raising an eyebrow.

"She was a lot like me," Greyson admitted.

The sheer determination and leadership qualities both Cassandra and Greyson presented whenever they had a plan. Scarlett knew Cassandra was intelligent and a physical reflection of her, but most of her traits came from him.

"I think if she had been a normal baby who couldn't grow on her own, it would have been harder to take care of," Scarlett sighed.

She had read book after book, but if Cassandra grew up as a baby, all she'd learn would be fighting and chaos. There might be some happiness, but it wouldn't come from playing on swings at the playground. Instead, her experience resolved around using her own powers to stop two monsters.

"Yeah," Greyson mumbled.

He didn't learn the truth until Divina bluntly told him through Emma that she was pregnant with the mutant child. She kept it secret because she knew Greyson would be confused and unable to truly understand how to take care of a baby.

Scarlett didn't want to be a mother who becomes a stripper when her husband leaves and hooks up with random men. Nor did she want to be one who dismisses their child, but caring. Even if she couldn't figure that out because she's always been someone who mocked girls' looks or boys' coming after her.

"Um," he started as he pressed his lips together. "I apologized to Emma."

"I know," Scarlett remarked. "She told me. Quite surprising that someone who always wanted to take over the world apologized. Wait, who was the one who suggested trying to change and be genuine?"

Greyson smirked because she had suggested changing. He wasn't ruthless enough that he'd go and kill, but he'd send punishment. Well, Luke was an exception because he was insane.

"Since that Highlighter is building condos for people whose parents aren't coming to get them," Greyson started, twisting his finger around on the hospital bedsheets. "Do you want to share one of the units?"

"Yes, Dauntless Leader," Scarlett said. "Because nothing says adulthood like mass trauma and housing plans."

They had already grown up when The Bubble was created, where they witnessed death firsthand, or dealt with a pregnancy that wasn't planned. Though she was on the verge of death, the bullet was reflected by the crazy supernatural powers. It's a repeated memory if she thinks about it. Even if insane Eden burned down the school and they were boarded to Mississauga, it would be a regular high school.

"You'll have to tolerate those crackheads," Scarlett snarked. "But we will try to get a room far away from them."

"Probably my brother too," Greyson muttered bitterly.

Scarlett laughed because those two would never get along, and it would be entertaining without their powers.

"We'd have to buy new clothes even if we do have some," Scarlett remarked with a smirk.

Everyone needed clothes because most had been burned in the fire Eden caused. They did provide cellphones to call parents or anything they needed. She tried her mother, but she got straight to voicemail. It wasn't much of a surprise because she was probably sleeping with some random man she barely knew.

That divorce between her parents didn't teach her anything about love. Just like Greyson, they barely learned much but manipulation at the beginning. The mocking or seducing to actually learn that you can fall in love in some twisted way.

"Well, I think that was unavoidable in some parts," Greyson stated.

"True, which means we wait and hopefully look somewhat healthier. I noticed the back of my neck is healing, though," Scarlett said.

Despite how dirty, sweaty, and bloody it had gotten, the skin started growing back. She remembered that it ached to move her neck from side to side when it all happened.

Scarlett used her opposite hand to feel if her rank was still there, but it wasn't. There was no feeling that she was a low rank and what her power had been.

"The powers are gone," Scarlett said.

Cassandra was right that they would disappear when they used that substance and everything else.

Greyson leaned back.

"They're still going to hate us regardless of charges or not," Greyson stated. "Everyone will hate us because we destroyed Simcoe, which will no longer be a town."

It finally seems the end of everything.

Which couple have you enjoyed the most throughout the series?