A/N: This chapter will be a lot longer than usual, but bear through it! Also, feel free to kill me over this chapter! So, without further ado, Chapter 19...

A/N: I had been writing this since midnight on New Years Eve, 2016, and I just realized I hadn't finished this book! I realized I must, so here is the last chapter of my fetus me book.

Sadie's POV

"So he does anything for you? And everything?" I shake my head in wonder.

"Well yeah, he's a good boyfriend!" OM and I are sitting on a hill, talking about how great OM's life is and comparing it to mine.

"Gods, I wish I had that." I sigh. Things were never perfect for me and Adam, but I was always happy enough with it. I wish I could tell you that it was a perfect story, love and all. But no, it wasn't.

"Well, you can still hang with us!" As if on cue, OA comes up and sits next to OM. We continue to talk, until I see them. No. I can't let this happen. Everything's too great for them! They're young, they're free, they're happy. I slowly pull a dagger out of my belt (don't ask why I have one) and creep away. I watch the 3 evil alienish scientists creep up behind OM and OA until they're almost at shooting range, and I act. I jump out of the bushes and work quickly, chopping off limbs and doing as much damage as I can. Soon, the three scientists are in mangled heaps on the ground. I smile, happy with my work to save OA and OM. All of a sudden, I feel very faint. I look down and curse. Great, one shot me in the chest. I know I don't have a lot of time left, so I grab OM.

"Get Dawn or Tracy. Please do it. It's the only way you'll make it." I'm almost in tears, and I can feel myself growing weaker by the minute.

"Do it! Run!" I collapse on the ground. OM and OA run away, confused but still quickly. My eyelids droop, and I know there's not a lot of time left. Someone walks next to me and begins to cry softly, and somehow I know it's not any of my friends.

"It's okay," I whisper, and I know the person hears me.

"I never wanted this to happen. I'm so sorry..." The person continues to cry, and with more regret than I ever would have thought would come from this person. I would answer them, but it's too late. It's almost over. Instead I just make a small twitch with my hand, a bit of a goodbye. The last one I'll ever give.

Adam's POV

I take her cold hand and I know she's gone. Why did I ever do this? I never should have done anything to hurt her! I never should have let her go! I should have- I stop my wild thought train and run a hand through my long, greasy hair. I can't think too much or people will think I'm not me. I have to act stupid and happy all of the time. That way everyone won't see who I really am. No one should have to go through that. Not even me.

I pick up a piece of paper near her, which is addressed to me, and put it in my pocket for later. I walk back to my woods, my small sword still where I left it. I'll make her sacrifice worth it, soon. But for now? I wait.

Whitney's POV

I take off at a run, but it's too late. I know I can't make it. I get to the forest before they catch me. I'm surrounded. I curl up in a ball, as tight as I can possibly make it, and resign myself to my fate. I can hear the feet of the scientists getting slowly closer to my so-called hiding place when a sudden, brilliant white light comes from the distance, freezing all of the devilish scientists at once. Thank the gods! I run away as fast as I can, but I'm still stumbling and I'm still too late. The scientists are closing in. I back up into what I think will be my corner of fatality, remembering all of the good times, when someone shoots from the left. The scientists all turn to look at who fired, and it gives me the 5 seconds I needed to run away. I'm already at a forest before anyone turns back to my way. I'm safe for now.

I run as fast as I can to get away, not tripping even once, and I end up running into someone that I just barely recognize from 3 days on a pod. His eyes are open, unblinking. His weapon is still in his hand, and he has a small sheet of paper in his hand. I pry the sheet of paper away and uncrumple it. It's a letter. I scan it, but I immediately crumple it back up. It's too personal. I pocket the letter, knowing that he wouldn't have wanted it to get lost. And then I run.

Adam's POV (1 hour before)

"Adam,
Words cannot describe how much I love you. I don't know why you broke up with me, but I really do miss you. You were the sunshine in my life, and I just wanted you to know that. If you're finding this, I must be dead, or awfully injured. If it's bad, don't let me suffer, just let me go. Please. I wrote this note to tell you that I love you, and to tell you all of the things that I would never tell you in real life.
With twisted love,
Sadie."

My hands ball into fists. How could I have DONE this to her? WHAT KIND OF IDIOT AM I? What even is my life worth? Nothing, I answer in my own head. But as long as I am alive, the least I can do is avenge Sadie. I take my gun and venture outside, just to see one of the volunteer girls from the pod getting cornered by creepy pigs in lab coats. I fire in their direction, and they all turn to me. Perfect. I continue to distract the creepy things until the girl is a safe distance away. I try to escape then, thinking that maybe I can make a better sacrifice later, for one of Sadie's better friends or something, but I'm too late. One of the pig things stabs me close enough to my heart that I can't run away. I made a choice saving someone else by sacrificing my own worthless life, just like Sadie. Except that her life was far from worthless. What did I do? How could I have let her- happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Don't let anyone see your true personality. I use my last dying moments to inscribe one last thing on the paper containing Sadie's letter with a pen that I found on the ground. You will never be forgotten.

Tasha's POV

We're enjoying a nice moment together when something comes up and shoots Rodney in the shoulder.

"Great," I mutter, pulling out my wand and casting a quick healing spell. It's not perfect, but it does the job. The hole in Rodney's shoulder gets smaller and stops bleeding, but there's always that bullet that I can't get out with magic. I brace myself and pull the bullet out of his shoulder, trying my hardest to ignore Rodney whining and sometimes yelling out in pain, but after a few minutes everything's just dandy again. Well, except for the small problem of us being cornered by boar-like things on 2 feet in lab coats... I grab Rodney and we run, but too late. We're still cornered! Fantastic. I think 'blast' very clearly, and the purple light shoots out of my wand, giving us just enough time to escape to a safe(ish) location.

We stumble into Dawn's house, panting. Dawn had told us that we could stay here if we ever needed it, that Dawn 2.0, as she called her, would welcome us. As promised, Dawn 2.0 greets us with a smile.

"Are you Rodney and Tasha?" She asks, coming up to us.

"Yeah... Why..." Rodney asks suspiciously, trying to raise one eyebrow skeptically, even though we all know that Dawn's the only one who can do that. Proving this, Dawn 2.0 laughs a little and demonstrates how to properly raise one eyebrow.

"What do you need?" She asks, raising one eyebrow again. Rodney just gives her a look that says "don't ask. Just help." She nods in understanding.

"Come in. Don't waste any time."

Rafael's POV

How do I tell her? Also known as the question I've been pondering for months already. This has gone so fast, and I was too awkward to say anything, and now I'm stuck in the worst position possible, with no escape. I have to go on, I have to find her. I'll do anything to survive, because she can't live a lie. I have to tell her. I have to survive.

Rodney's POV

Tasha and I are sprinting with Dawn 2.0 to her house when a white explosion flashes out of the side of my vision. I don't think much of it, until it happens again, closer. My eyes widen as I grab Tasha's hand, willing myself to go even faster. Just as we reach Dawn 2.0's house, they've gotten too close. It's too late for me. I push Tasha hopefully inside as the white magic finally reaches me, sparking me with its heat. It's over.

~~Later~~

Whitney's POV

I arrive at the scene, only to see the scientists gathered near a pile of bodies. I gasp when I realize that it's all of them, the people who spent the small amount of time on the pod with me. I sneak closer to hear what they're saying.

"They shouldn't have come here."
"They don't belong."
"Maybe next time they'll learn not to interfere in the wrong places."

I gasp before realizing how audible a tiny gasp is. They whip their heads around, but I know there's no escape this time. I already cheated death once, and everything I have to live for is already gone. It's my time now.

Dawn's POV

I've been running for so long, for too long. They've all died, and I know that I won't be able to make it much longer. But I don't stop. I keep going.

Eventually, I make it to a cave. I think this will be a good hideout, but I'm too naïve. I've made myself vulnerable by stopping, and soon a gunshot sounds, firing straight at my neck. I place my hand there, only to find it drenched in sticky, warm blood. I sigh. Is it over for me, too?

It's been about 5 long minutes, and I'm paler than a vampire in winter and shaking harder than before a stage performance. I've accepted my fate, but I wish that I didn't have to go like this. There's still one last thing I need to do, one last person I need to see. And, as if by magic, it happens.
"Dawn! Dawn, oh my god! No!" He shouts upon seeing my predicament. "Dawn! Dawn, are you still alive? Please don't go yet, please!"
"Rafael, hi," I whisper, flashing him a weak, wry smile.
"Oh my god, Dawn. Please hold on," he cries, holding his hand to the wound. "Please don't go, just yet."
"I'm not going to leave you, Rafael," I whisper back, my consciousness almost drifting away.
"Okay, I know there's not much time left," he explains hurriedly, "but I really need to say this. And I know it's a horrible time, and I should've told you sooner, and..." he glances at me again, the shaking lessening bit by bit. "But, um... I'm... gay." He bites his lower lip, preparing for a horrible reaction, or at least disappointment. But I only smile, giving out a slight, weak chuckle.
"Me too."
And it all fades slowly away, into utter, complete darkness.