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Grunts and the echoes of punches making contact fill the small brunette's ears as she helps Teresa to stand. Quickly whipping her head back over to the two men fighting, Blake's eyes widen with pure fear and rage upon watching Janson whip his gun out.

"That's enough." Janson cocks his head to the side, ignoring the two girls as they stumble over.

Blake blinks in shock, her emerald orbs glistening in the light as she snaps her wide orbs over to Thomas. Quickly snapping his own whiskey orbs over to the small brunette staring back at him with pure fear flooding through her body, Thomas' heart cramps.

As if in slow motion, Janson goes to cock the gun but right when the click sounds through the air, a sudden shake of the building and orange glow throws all four off of their feet, making the small brunette groan in pain as more thuds and explosions hit the side of the building.

"What the fuck are they doing out there?" Blake coughs in between her heavy footsteps, running quickly through the facility.

"They're trying to take down the whole city." Teresa answers the small brunette in a whisper, her heavy breaths falling from her lips as the three teenagers run away from the evil man, now laying behind them.

"Blake!" Thomas suddenly shouts, quickly grabbing onto small brunette to cover her body with his from the bullets now whizzing past.

Sparks fly and thuds ring out in the three teenagers ears as Janson fires off rounds, keeping his brows furrowed in frustration as he follows after the kids.

Coughing as the three stumble into the lab, the doors hiss open with smoke filling the air. Thomas holds the small brunette steady as they quickly whip their heads around for somewhere to go.

Glancing to her left as Teresa suddenly freezes, emerald orbs widen at the group of cranks clawing at the glass.

Oh great. They kept pets.

"We need to get out of here." Teresa quickly spins around to connect her wide blue orbs with Thomas and Blake.

"Yeah that's a good idea.." Blake coughs, raising her dainty fingers up to the warm liquid running down her forehead. Raising her hand down, the small brunette shakes her head as she gazes at the warm crimson covering the majority of her fingertips.

"What's wrong?" Teresa freezes, keeping her gaze on Thomas as he stumbles back a step.

"What?" Blake's heart drops, spinning around to follow Teresa's line of sight. Emerald orbs widen, her stomach forming a tight knot as her heart feels like it's been stabbed by a sharp knife.

Tears burn in her exhausted gaze as Thomas reveals the bullet wound on his torso, the dark crimson liquid pouring out of his wound as he tries to keep himself calm.

"Thomas?" Blake questions, terror wracking her shaky voice as she feels her blood run cold.

Quickly running up to the boy's side as another explosion shakes the building, Blake's shaky hands steady the boy as he starts to sink down to the floor below. "No, no, no" Blake shakes her head, desperately pleading with the boy as he falls to the ground grunting in agony.

"Let me see, baby. Let me see." The small brunette kneels beside the boy as he holds in the screams of pain. Taking the hem of his shirt, Blake's uncontrollable shaky hands lift the material to analyze the wound.

"Oh my god." Blake chokes out a sob, trying her hardest not to make a big deal out of it so Thomas doesn't freak out even more than he already is.

"Oh..okay...we need to.." Teresa breathes out, whipping her head around to scan her blue orbs around the three for something to help.

"Oh shit.." Thomas gulps in between breaths, shifting to try and ease the pain anyway possible.

"Here! Here!" Teresa calls to the small girl, quickly handing her a bandage. "Put pressure on it." Teresa's voice shakes as the small brunette quickly rips the object out of the other girl's hands, turning to place it onto Thomas' wound.

"It's okay. You're gonna be okay." Blake whispers connecting her tear ridden orbs with Thomas' pained ones.

Shaking his head as his eyes soften, Thomas whispers "You gotta go." He breathes out in between painful breaths. "You gotta go." He lowers his voice, letting his whiskey orbs burn into Blake's glazed ones.

"No." Blake shakes her head, her heart squeezing with a sharp pain in her chest. "No! Im not leaving you!"

The sound of steam hissing from behind the three makes all three teenagers  jump and snap their heads over to the entrance. The doors hiss open as Blake's eyes widen in utter terror, her heart pounding in her ears, blood pumping at an alarming speed.

The doors hiss close as muffled screeches and groans come from the cranks, making Janson whip his head over to the thuds sounding against the glass.

"I admit it Teresa, you had me fooled." Janson's irritating voice fills Blake's ears. "I thought we were friends."

Slowly raising her head to peer at the man over the metal cart, Blake's emeralds narrow as she reaches for a glass beaker, slowly letting her hand bring the object down.

Sliding the glass across the tile to distract the man, Blake flinches as the sound on the opposite side of the room echos through the air.

"Maybe it's just in your nature to betray the people closest to you." Janson's footsteps pad against the tile, making Blake's body tremble with fear as she glances to the boy she loves to make sure he's still alive.

A metal object clanks to the ground echoing through the lab, making Janson quickly spin around and fire a single round, causing the small brunette to flinch.

"Come on." Janson sighs "Let's not prolong this. We both know there is no way out of here." The man chuckles as he glances around the room flickering with low lighting.

"I was angry at first." Janson continues after a slight pause. "I was going to put a bullet through your little girlfriend's head, Thomas." Janson's lips tug into a smug smirk as he slowly scans his gun around the room. "Right after I tortured her for another six months..."

Blake's eyelashes flutter as she tries to stop her body from trembling, feeling the invisible hand wrapping around her throat, tightening its hold.

"You should have heard her screams." The man's footsteps continued slowly. "Even if she does make it out alive, she'll be messed up for life."

Thomas squeezes his eyes shut tightly, trying his best to ignore the man as the mixture of pain and rage makes his own body tremble.

"So let's not make this any more painful than it needs to be." Janson scans his eyes around the room, looking for any sign of movement. "Thomas—"

"Blakely" Janson sings quietly, making the rage boil inside of the small brunette as she shakes uncontrollably form fear and adrenaline. "Teresa..."

A sudden gasp escapes Teresa as she quickly whips her head up to trail up to Janson's face, aiming the weapon at her shaking form. Blake flinches as she looks around for anything to help, feeling the adrenaline kicking into her shaking form.

"No. No." Teresa breathes out, crawling backwards onto the floor behind her as she releases fearful breaths, her shoes squeaking against the tile.

"I think you have something of mine." Janson grits his teeth, watching joyfully as the girl cowers away.

Teresa slowly raises from the ground, bringing herself up to stand at full height as she reveals the blue glass vile resting in her hand.

"Not that." Janson shakes his head, continuing to keep his aim trained on the girl's chest as she stands in front of him on wobbly legs. "Where are they?"

"Just take it." Teresa shakes her head "Leave them alone."

"What is it with you three?" Janson questions, keeping his hardened gaze on the girl. "You think they're so special? They're lab rats. The two were born with a gift. They never had to fight for it, they never earned it." Janson grits his teeth as he continues on, cocking his head to the side. "He doesn't even love you." The man laughs. "So why are you defending him and the other woman? They don't deserve it."

"Maybe." Teresa swallows the lump in her throat, cocking her own head to the side. "But it's theirs. I never stood a chance against Blake. Who am I to stand in the way of something so beautiful as love?" Teresa flinches as she manages to get the last sentence out, praying that the two would finally admit their feelings to each other before it was too late.

Blake's lashes fluttered, her heart warming with intense passion and feeling. Slowly looking beside her to the boy, emerald orbs soften as they connect to his own softened whiskey orbs, staring at the girl beside him as if time meant nothing.

"What about you two brats?" Janson yells, keeping his smirk on his lips. "What do you have to say? Don't you have enough blood on your hands already? Blake might not have been able to finally get her revenge, but I can."

Ripping her gaze away from the boy beside her, Blake slowly leans her body over to the side of the metal cabinet behind her. Peeking her emeralds over the edge, the small brunette's fingers drum on the material of her pants, contemplating on making an either; very bad decision or a damn good one.

"Okay. Fine." Janson spins his body back in the two teenager's direction, letting his lips twitch into a wider grin.

"Have it your way." The man tilts his head as he cocks the gun with a click, making the small brunette's heart start to accelerate even more than she thought possible.

Quickly pushing herself up and ignoring Thomas hissing her name from behind her, Blake calls out to the man. "Janson!"

Using all of her strength left in her exhausted and weakened body, Blake throws the large object laying in her hands. A loud thud pounds against the glass as the man ducks, effectively dodging the object.

The small brunette's chest heaves as Janson quickly pulls the gun out to aim it at the brunette stumbling back. "Missed, you little shit." Janson chuckles as Blake's emerald orbs narrow at the man, cocking her head to the side as small cracks sound from behind the man.

"Did I?" Blake questions, letting a small smirk crawl it's way onto her lips as she burns holes into Janson's skull.

Furrowing his eyebrows at the small brunette's confidence, cracking of the glass behind him makes the man slowly turn his head. The horror spreads through his body as his eyes widen at the cranks. "Oh shit."

"Get fucked." Blake grits through her teeth, watching in pure joy as the man that tortured her for six months straight, suddenly gets tackled to the ground by the cranks when the glass shatters.

Biting the side of her cheek as she watches the cranks crawl ontop of the man, the small brunette lifts her middle finger up proudly, one last time at the man now screaming in agony.

"See you on the other side, shank."

Teresa quickly rushes to the two brunettes as Thomas pants heavily from the same spot, letting his lips curl into a proud smile as the small brunette quickly whips back around to help.

"Come on, we need to go." Blake ushers, her voice shaking as she comes to kneel beside the injured boy. "Now." Blake ushers again, nodding to Teresa as the other girl comes to the boy's other side.