People had gone back and forth on the stand. Most of the freaks had talked, but Greyson and Jason had been called up at least four times before Bella's mother went on the stand.

Emma felt her body shaking, even if she wasn't the one going on the stand. Even with Eden calling out the truth, they still wanted them to talk about what other laws and damages were broken.

"Lola, did you know your husband was sick?" Chris asked.

Bella's mother looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. She had dark bags under her eyes, walking slowly to the podium. Her hair was still straightened, dressed in a white blouse and navy skirt, barely looking up at the crowd.

"I didn't know, and I didn't know about the substance he created. Our manager told him the substance was toxic and that it could kill him, so he dumped it in the ditch," Lola said sluggishly.

"We do know that when he dumped it, that substance mixed with the person who controlled Ashley Iverson, correct?" Chris inquired.

Emma knew why Lola looked that way. It was how she looked and felt during the storm when she heard about the lies and those dying. Bella's mom was distraught because she had lost her only daughter and husband.

"I'd like to talk about your daughter," Chris started. "From our information, Bella helped throughout the incident, but she sacrificed herself for someone to take over her body. Did you have any idea she would do this?"

"No, I didn't expect her to become someone who seemed taunting and sadistic," Lola whimpered, wiping away her tears.

"Did your husband know the harm of dumping that substance into the ditch?"

"Yeah," she whispered.

There were murmurs in the crowd because that's a confession that it wasn't all their fault. Was she admitting it since she had no choice?

Emma felt a hand grip her own, and it made her jump in her seat.

"Stop shaking, worrywart," Bryce whispered.

"It's nerve-wracking," she whispered.

Chris asked Lola more questions if she knew anything.

Emma was anxious because she didn't want to be charged, even if she had destroyed some trees and some parts of the plaza. Well, she did commit theft as well, for clothes and blankets that weren't hers.

There was a tall woman who came near Chris while he held out a paper to the judge and both lawyers. "We discovered that this substance that was dumped was indeed made with lean," the women said.

Didn't Melany guess it was made with lean? Emma glanced over at Cindy, who stared at her. How could someone who was fourteen figure that out before scientists?

"There were also some other drugs involved, like Cytarabine, which is used to help with cancer. It was brain cancer, correct?" The tall lady asked.

Emma remembered her mom having chemotherapy for her cancer. They were going to have surgery at first because it was just one region, but it had already spread when they tried to remove it. Despite that, her mother was always happy. Even when they told her she'd die or that chemotherapy would cause her to lose all her long hair.

She'd seen her mom's body get weaker with each visit with her dad since he had taken time off work. Even if her mother could still tell her that everything's fine or that she'll grow strong, she didn't.

When her mom died, her father was just like her. When he tried to work or say he was getting something in a room, he'd cry like her. That's when her own insecurities grew, such as seeing families with a mother or being scared to get super close. Her father saw that therapy wasn't going to cure her of that baggage of anxiety and grief, but Uden Academy could help her heal.

"Miss Cabot, is everything alright?" the judge asked.

Emma snapped from her daze, feeling her cheeks wet with tears. "I'm fine," she said, brushing her tears away.

If it had been a different illness that wasn't cancer, she wouldn't have gotten those flashbacks and thoughts.

"Was it about your mom?" Bryce asked.

Emma nodded and stared at the unfolding information as the lady explained each drug and the harm of being mixed.

She couldn't focus on the information because her mind was looped. The words her mother would tell her were that if you focus on the negative, it will eat you alive. The words she'd always be crying over every time she'd sit in the hospital chair near her bedside. Even if she'd show her marks or projects she created, she'd end up crying somehow.

Her mom would show her dress ideas for her graduation or prom for when she was older that she had made. All the pretty material with jewels or colours made the dress pop.

"Can I be excused?" Emma asked with a hand raised as the judge nodded.

She bit her lip, walking to the door and pushing it open to sit in a chair. She shouldn't be overthinking it, but it's not about the sad part. It's all the other words about finding the right people who will help calm you or give you that happiness. Everything she pushed away when her insecurities were the only thing on her mind. All the anxiety began to fade until it came back like a baseball.

However, she got apologies and found people who made her happy. They were ones that helped her forget about the worries of relationships and just focus on what's happening.

The court door opened as Bryce came striding over. "I know you don't want to be in there when they are talking about that," he said.

"My mom always told me to be happy or positive when she was dying, but that never happened until the bubble happened. I found those people, even if some of them died," she whimpered.

"Even if it was limited, you learned not to focus on everything that harmed you," Bryce said.

She stood up and wrapped her arms around him, putting her forehead on his chest. He has always been so much taller than her, which he has teased her about.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For?" he asked slyly.

"Waiting," she said, looking up at him.

"I'd wait years until you got over your lake, even if you'll probably still have setbacks," Bryce remarked as he glided a hand through her bangs."Wait, so if you're talking about your happiness, does that mean I'm part of your happiness?"

She widened her eyes at his comment, with her cheeks feeling warm. He has helped her so much despite crying over another boy or passing out constantly on the floor. He didn't judge her for anything but always went out of his way to make her feel better.

Emma went onto her tiptoes and kissed him with both hands on his cheeks. "Yeah," she said with a smile.

"See, if we have a graduation, you should wear heels instead of flats. That way, it's easier for you to wrap your arms around me and kiss me," Bryce slyly said with a smirk. "Not those stripper heels Mia wears because you'll probably end up falling."

"Well, we don't know if we are having graduation or if Uden will just send us our graduation certificates or—" Emma rambled.

"I'm just teasing you, but I'm quite surprised by something," Bryce started, leaning his face close to hers. "I bet you never expected to end up with a handsome delinquent like me. Maybe it's my looks?"

Emma felt her face flame at his comment. It was no denying that Bryce was attractive, especially that grin he wore.

"Even if you will probably always be a worrywart, you have more people around you that helped you change for the better," Bryce said.

The doors opened to the courtroom as Mia and Will came zooming to them. "They are going to make the decision with the other group. We have to go into some meeting room," Mia rambled.

"Housewife's mom said a whole bunch of stuff, so they want to talk with other people," Will stated as he pointed toward the people leaving the courtroom and down into a hallway.

Emma started speed-walking to follow them down the hallway, turning left at the end of the hall. It led to a long hallway that had yellow walls as they entered a large meeting room with all those who had been involved in court present.

People like Mallory or Yara were spinning around in their chairs, and some were just on their phones. How long would they have to decide? This isn't what they normally do for a court session, but this is different from breaking laws.

"Housewife's mother actually admitted to the creation," Eden chimed, walking toward her.

It was stressful enough just waiting, but how long was the question? She didn't want to be sent to jail just because she still had these supernatural powers despite the creations being destroyed.

"Wait, we need to celebrate, guys," Mia started, climbing on the long meeting table and pointing at River. "Highlighter is rich and is going to build us condos!"

"You were handed everything?" Angel asked.

"They had video proof and stuff when we used to have security cameras in the house on the island," River stated.

"So, that would mean the microwave blowing up wouldn't be caught. That would have been pretty bad caught," Mallory sighed in relief.

"That wouldn't have been the only bad thing caught," Bryce snarked.

It took Emma a moment to grasp what he was implying.

"I doubt they'd be in every bedroom," Scarlett said with her eyebrows raised.

Emma felt her own face turn red, but she wasn't the only one.

"So, where are these condos being built?" Greyson asked, avoiding what had just been said.

"Well, it's mainly going to be built for those who aren't going back to their parents or whose parents won't take them back. We'd probably have to go for a bigger location with space," River said.

What bigger spaces are there than Toronto or Ottawa? There are places, but some are farther than others. She's from London in Canada, which is decently big itself.

"Not places north," Mia groaned.

Normally it's colder winters, which means they would get a lot of snow, like the storm.

The door opened as they all looked over at Chris. "They have more snacks out," he said.

That wasn't the exact news they wanted, but nobody could avoid having food anymore.

There were sandwiches made and snacks such as fruit or crackers spread on platters. It was like attending a barbecue where people bring things to eat.

Greyson grabbed a plastic plate and took a ham and cheese sandwich that didn't look as soggy as the rest. He placed some melon pieces, and a brownie, even if it was the afternoon.

"I'm quite surprised you didn't snap at Bryce," Scarlett whispered in his ear.

"I did have an urge," he said.

All of it now was about waiting to see if they get free of charges or if he ends up in jail.

They walked back to the wide, navy-blue room with black office chairs seated around the long table. It was mainly those who went on trial, but not the others who were questioned by the police.

"They could go in Mississauga," Nevaeh stated as she was standing near River.

Greyson knew he wasn't going back—certainly not to his adoptive parents or Heather. He turned to look at Scarlett, who was eating sliced watermelon with her legs crossed.

"No, I'm not going to my parents," she said.

"Can we have a pool in it? Oh, and like an exercise area," Nevaeh urged.

"That sounds more like a hotel," Cindy said flatly.

Greyson knew he couldn't get ahead of himself because it's confirmed he'll probably be in jail for awhile. He's fine with that since the host body choice didn't go as he thought it would. Then again, one part of him knew that Divina wouldn't choose him or Scarlett because Cassandra would have been enraged.

The door opened to Chris as all of them stared. "They have a decision," he started. "Nobody is going to jail."

People sputtered and stared in confusion and shock.

"However, there are charges that will have to be paid for what people have admitted of destroying. Greyson and Jason have the highest charges to pay, along with a few others, and—"

"I'll pay the charges," River cut Chris off.

Greyson stared at the boy with knitted eyebrows because he would rather just work to pay the fine off.

"I'd have to ask if that is possible. There will be government funding money helping you find somewhere to live if you aren't returning to your parents," Chris said. "Due to most of your wounds and bodies, you'll stay in the hospital until we find a suitable place for those that aren't returning to their parents."

Greyson was surprised that he actually got out of the amount of charges. Yes, most of the behaviour for punishment was Luke's doing since his sadistic nature would take over.

"We have an alternative," one man with bright red glasses and a red suit said. "The pass on the condos."

"Wait, so we can actually have those condos built?" Nevaeh urged.

"We have to just plan room sizes, location, and what is going to be in the building. Our best lot areas for those would either be in Mississauga or Hamilton," Louis said.

"Mississauga," River said.

Despite the fact that these condos would have people who would probably get on his own nerves, he'd tolerate it.

"Were these being rented out to adults as well?" Chris asked.

"Those involved in the chaos," River said.

Mississauga is a big place like Toronto, which could be his own restart even though he knows some things will probably never change.

"River will talk about paying the charges for those," Chris said as River stood and walked out of the room with him.

Most of them around were stunned because it didn't feel real. That wasn't the only thing, but there had been something that bugged Greyson about the deaths of Ashley, Divina, and Cassandra.

Why did they melt away instead of burn? It almost seemed like something wasn't exactly right in all of it. Greyson knew there was a difference between sealing someone and dying.

"Something wrong?" Scarlett asked, but Greyson shook his head. She probably felt something off about all of it because it seemed simple for their own child to burn that thing away.

He was no researcher, but something was off. If they had been sealed, that could mean they would be alive instead of dead. If that's true, does that mean this terror isn't over and everything is reassuring until one of them pops up?

It was pure darkness without any semblance of being on earth, but it was different. Everyone had seen all three of them melt away into ash with the glowing fires that surrounded them in a beautiful light.

Everyone may have seen all three of them vanish from the earth, but Cassandra's knowledge was wrong. It was like they were trapped in a dark box where nobody could see or hear them except three people.

"Get us out of here!" Ashley barked, her teeth grated.

Instead of its old appearance, it still had glowing purple eyes with skin that was a navy blue. It was shaped like a human body, but it had purple hair that went up to its ears.

"What an idiot you are," Divina said, punching Ashley in the jaw.

Divina was just his normal male illusion, still with those cold blue eyes and sadistic smile that never left his face.

It wasn't seeing Ashley's body or Bella's body of them, but it was god and goddess present with their own figment bodies.

"See, the mutant child wants to leave, but she knows this is the best option. It's better to have her die because her parents have the freedom," Divina sneered.

They weren't alive, but they weren't dead either. They were sealed because those monsters weren't going to walk the earth.

"You're still dead, God, and won't be alive until she frees us from this place. That means neither of us are leaving nor will ever leave," Divina laughed.

Cassandra was annoyed by this. If she could climb out and leave those two in there to die, that'd be perfect. However, she wasn't having Psycho One and Psycho Two worm their way to find a new body to possess.

Yes, they are defeated, and she'd claim god and goddess dead, but she wasn't even if she was burned alive. All it did was burn her body into this place, where they all saw ash on the ground.

She wanted her parents and everyone else to have that freedom, not having god control followers or goddess trying to figure out ways to torture god. There was a way for her to go back because she was stronger than god and goddess. It's been a known fact since her own birth, but doing it at her own risk.

"Let me out to murder people! You are just punishing yourself!" God barked.

Cassandra flicked a hand that sent it slamming to the ground.

"Do you really think I'd let you out?" Cassandra spat with her eyebrows narrowed.

All three of them are trapped, but letting those two in the world would be harmful. She knew she didn't have much of her power since that fight took most of it.

"You sound like a needy child. Maybe you were always an idiot," Divina sneered.

Cassandra held out both palms, directed at the two of them. She shut her eyes and tried to focus, but her whole body felt so drained of energy that she barely felt she had the motivation.

"What are you doing?" Divina barked.

When she felt something hard on her cheek, she opened her eyes and widened them. She was flat in the burned plaza with her long sleeve ripped near the stomach and right arm. Her arms were covered in dirt and dried blood as she wobbled and pushed her body up. The sky had the sun setting as her mind felt dizzy.

Did that mean it worked? God and goddess were completely gone, and she was back to wander the earth? Holding her palm out, she felt her body float in the air. It was her mutant powers, but her body didn't feel well.

"Are you lost?" Someone asked.

Cassandra stared up at a woman dressed in a hazardous suit while holding a bucket.

"No," Cassandra spat, and she wobbly walked toward where the bubble had once been. Where it guarded them in for months, leaving people sick, injured, and dead.

Everything still looked burned and crispy, but the outside world, where police officers were investigating, making her look back and forth. Her mother told her that laws exist, which means she couldn't send those police officers flying.

"Were you involved in the Simcoe incident?" the female asked.

Cassandra knew she couldn't say that she sealed away the god and goddess.

"I got lost," Cassandra said.

The female police officer nodded and guided her inside a police car, which she had never been in. Everything had been through walking or floating in the sky.

"Here, I'll take you to one of the hospitals in Toronto," the woman said.

Cassandra nodded, even if she did not like adults. She'd listen because this wasn't where she could fight everyone.

"So, what's your name?" the female police officer asked.

She looked up in the small window that was gated by some bars, and it was hard to see the outside.

"Cassandra," she said.

The female police officer nodded as they stopped at a hospital in Toronto. She didn't have much knowledge of hospitals, but they might stop the pain in her body.

"This is a Simcoe survivor," the police officer said.

They guided her onto a bed and wheeled her down a hallway with people. Most of them were adults, with some people her parents' age.

If she focused her mind, she could see them being taken back to a hospital. They looked happy, which was a good thing. She looked around her empty hospital room, where people gave her food or clothes to change into. However, even if she showered her body, which had burns and scrapes that left her skin bloody, she didn't know if they knew her.

Even if she could magically come back to earth, there are still threats looming. It's not that god and goddess are completely gone because sealing won't last where they end up destroying the city.

As she changed and ate some food, the doctor and nurses stared at her. "What is your last name, Cassandra?" the doctor asked.

Cassandra closed her eyes and tried to locate if any she knew were in the hospital. There was one she knew as she teleported away and landed flat on the ground with her legs crossed.

"How are you alive?" Zane asked.

"They are sealed, but I don't know for how long," Cassandra sighed, slowly standing. She placed both hands on her hips with a grave expression. "We need to fully destroy god and goddess, but that means finding chemicals. It has to be similar that can wipe them away from the earth."

She didn't know what Zane would do. He's always been the resource planner, but she didn't have the information. The difference now was that there was no bubble trapping them from the outside with adults.

"If they're sealed, does that mean they might roam Earth?" Zane asked.

People are getting the life they need, but there are still chances.

"See, that's why we still have supernatural powers. The thing is, God and Goddess don't have their human forms," she rambled, chewing her pinkie nail.

Zane slowly nodded, staring with narrowed eyes. "Does it have to be with a chemical that could get rid of them?"

Cassandra rested quietly because she didn't know if it existed anymore. She wasn't a doctor, nor did she understand drugs other than that they could kill people at times.

"Uh..." she trailed off.

Chemicals weren't something she was exactly taught, but she tried to think back. People did say Uden Academy was blown up with chemicals or chemicals were used in weird science experiments.

"Or do you need what Bella's dad created, but adding something different?" Zane inquired.

"I don't know this world enough to understand how it's possible. However, it's the only way to completely erase the supernatural powers and what seeps deep under the ground," Cassandra sighed.

"And where does this need to be done?" Zane asked.

"The ditch where that thing fell in," Cassandra spat. "If we don't, this outside world will have a murderer and another that will be destroying the earth until the freaks are the only ones left on earth."

She didn't know if that chemical mixture would result in that overall. However, God wanted to kill the outside humans, and Divina had the mindset of destroying God with whatever it found.

"I was born the mutant child to mess with their plans. That's why they're sealed, but it's like if I had never been created. We don't have long, but we need to find that chemical," Cassandra remarked.

"Well, James or Cindy would be well enough to know the chemicals. I'd start with one of them before you go anywhere else," Zane said.

She didn't know if that wouldn't just erase god and goddess, but the adults. Would it just leave those who survived that event? She only knew she wanted both of them gone.

It seems Cassandra and the fallen stars aren't dead...

What do you think will happen with this new information?