"Shit," Santos mumbled.

  Screams of terror came from everyone as they scrambled for the exit. Kidnappers and victims alike fled, the stampede crushing bodies, and soon they were falling over each other for the one and only exit.

"You imbecile," Levi roared. "We're going to all die with them!"

"Not me," Candice and Santos said in unison.

  Fenton, one of the few people with any sense, had a plan and strained as he stared at the crack in the glass window. He focused and slowly it stopped spreading. He ran towards it, and cried as he felt like his head was splitting open. His purple aura spilled forth and spread all over the window, protecting them all from being sucked out into space. His eyes twitched and blood poured out of his ears as he knew that the temporary pain was worth it to have a small chance to breathe another day.

 He sat down on the ground, gasping and wheezing, trying to focus on the window and nothing else. Clarence stumbled upwards, his mossy brown hair disheveled, his entire body aching from being smacked like a volleyball. He leered down at Fenton and got out his gun.

  "Shoot me and we all die," Fenton rasped

. Clarence noticed the new makeshift window Fenton made and lowered his gun.

"I'll kill you last," he promised. "You breathe another day because I let you."

 Fenton laughed at Clarence as he strolled off, pretending he had won.

  At this point, all the passengers had escaped, and the only people left were a few loyal kidnappers and their dead corpses, walking among them. With the tide in her favor, Candice leaped off the stage and went straight for one of the corpses. She stuck her hand right into its back and pulled out its bones as if she were deboning a chicken. Everyone stopped to watch in disbelief, as a witch pulled out a skeletal system like pulling a rabbit out of a hat.

"Demons walk among us," Billy whispered. "I can see her."

  "Billy shut the fuck up," Clarence hissed.

"No," Billy shook his head. "At first she was a woman, but now… that is a monster."

  Billy could see her true form. He had no ability, but his faith is what gave him true sight. Rikka heard his words and stared at Candice in horror as her arm was enveloped in blood and bones.

  The bones from the corpse's skeleton wrapped around her arm, heavy, made her lean to the side. She made an impromptu war hammer from its remains. Her own bones and skin fused with it, and she sneered in delight, getting to kill someone else in plain view and not have to pretend she was sad about it.

"You're next," she grinned.

Clarence scoffed. He simply pushed out his hand into a fist, and she went flying into the air, spinning, her black hair a blur, and she landed with a loud crack, bones flying, lying quiet and still on the floor.

 Ace ran up to her and saw her body lying in a strange position.

"Candice," he whispered. "Wake up."

She didn't blink.

She didn't move.

Her neck was bent weirdly, and her head was bleeding. A puddle of black blood formed around her head as Ace cried. He held her hand and cried quietly, regretting all the times he had fought with her, even thinking about leaving her. Ace thought that if only he was stronger, she would have lived, that she was right all along.

That he was weak.

Rikka's eyes flashed and she inspected Candice. She quickly looked away, and Billy was right. That was not a person, she never was. Rikka shuddered, and groaned, pushing Levi away, and then threw up on the ground.

What she, Billy, and Fenton saw was Ace holding a disfigured creature, and crying over its death. Levi shed no tears, happy that the monster was dead, and wondering if he could be Ace's shoulder to cry on later. He rubbed Rikka's back as she continued to retch on the ground, crying and shaking.

"Levi, that's not a person," she screamed. "What is going on!? What's happening!?"

“I don’t know!”   

The remaining assailants started shooting, and bullets whizzed by as Ace was more preoccupied with saving the life of his abuser than saving his own. Everything around him sounded silent when those who didn't escape collapsed around him, his teammates started fighting back, but he was frozen in time.

  Ace checked her chest, but there was no heartbeat. Her body was cold, and he cried even harder, blaming himself for her death.

"Don't cry," Invictus said. "Let me help you."

"You can't do anything," Ace screamed. "You're just a fucking bracelet!"

His teammates were confused, as he screamed to what seemed to be only himself.

"He's overcome with grief," Ryle said.

"Either that or he finally lost it," Kyle mumbled.

"Please let me help," Invictus pleaded. "My power is stronger when there is someone else to protect."

"You can help?"

" Yes," Invictus whispered from his bracelet. "Let me."

"I'll do anything right now so no one else dies."

  All of Team 57 made their way for the kidnappers.

With all the passengers gone and the remaining dead or sentient corpses, they now had nothing to worry about to get rid of the rest of them. They were mad, they were tired, and most of all, they weren't going to let a bunch of thieves get in the way of them graduating from the Defense Program.

Amy picked up a bottle of champagne and smacked it against a table. The end shattered and she held it up, wild-eyed and ready to take on anyone. John opened his satchel and took out a rose. It winded and wrapped, it grew and took shape. John had a sword, made of thorns, and the spikes shot out, piercing anyone who dared to get close.

  One by one they circled the kidnappers, eyes glowing and furious.

"Pick a god and pray," Santos spat. "None will answer anyway!"

  The kidnappers all ran for Clarence, which shocked everyone.

"Don't worry," Clarence sneered. "Daddy will take care of you."

He pushed out his hands, and his enemies were pushed back and rolled onto the floor.

"Can't fight if you can't get close," Clarence snickered.

The kidnappers all pointed their guns at them, and Rikka shrieked. Levi swallowed his pride and decided to make a very hard decision. He needed to stop it before anyone else died. He would transform, deal with questions later, and try to come up with lies on the spot. If worse came to worst, he would just get his uncle, Rico, to wipe all their minds of the entire event.

  A bright light shone, and they all turned to the source of it. Ace shuddered as his entire body lit up in the light. It glowed and got brighter.

 Clarence glared at Billy as he prayed, asking for forgiveness. Clarence wasn't afraid at all, used to seeing many ridiculous abilities. Yet something was different this time. Looking at all the lights, he had a similar feeling to when he held the necklace.

 Fenton smiled, for some reason the warm light felt calming and familiar as well. He saw the most beautiful aura he had ever seen in his life. It was more beautiful than Santos'. It was also Fenton's favorite color, black, and it sparkled and swirled as all the colors flew toward it

  All the color in the room came off all the objects, lights, clothes, and people's hair and skin. Everyone looked around in confusion except Levi, Harmonia, and Rikka. They had seen it all before. Amy noticed that Harmonia wasn't panicking, and suddenly Harmonia tried her hardest to look surprised. Amy kept a mental note to watch out for her later and wouldn't stop staring at her for the rest of the night.

  "Since when could he do this," Levi whispered.

  Rikka laughed nervously. "I showed him how. You're welcome."

  The world was now grey and monotone, and Ace shone even brighter. Clarence was too preoccupied with the light show to realize that some of his men had run away. He turned to say something to Billy, but no sound came out. In fact, no sound could be heard. Everything disappeared around him and went dark.

  Clarence shuddered, surrounded by a dark void, afraid that the light had killed them all. That he was in hell truly paying for his sins, and that he would never get the Slater’s heirloom. Clarence, for the first time in his life, wondered if he would pay for all the horrible things he had done.

  All the color burst forth from Ace's body and everyone screamed. It was in surprise and pain. The sudden burst of color hurt their eyes, and with every push of the colors in the world returning to their body, it burned like the sun.

Invictus stood, in his suit of armor, his shining cape flowing iridescently.