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~42~

A/N Hiiii, so I decided to redo this chapter a little bit and make it sadder ahahah so I'm really sorry but enjoy, also this chapter was really hard for me to write because I just couldn't believe where this plot is going but oh whale. Enjoy! I love you all and you are all loved <3

SChapter 42

Song: Arcade (slowed version) by Duncan Laurence

Aria's POV

"Seriously. Pointing a gun at a child, that's a bit pathetic don't you think." I peered at Dean pointedly. I mean I wasn't wrong. Dean rolled his eyes and huffed.

"Once your husband wakes up, she will be no more." He chuckled maniacally. As he spoke, his eyes flickered to the grass and he froze. I froze. Blair froze. "Where the fuck are they!" He screamed. Shit he knows. I quickly turned to Blair. I stared her in the eyes. She nodded subtly.

As she moved her leg to the side, a small pocket-knife gleamed in the distance. My daughter is so smart, I thought and smiled. The guards slowly dissimilated as Dean grew angrier. The fire sticks illuminated his dark figure as he stormed towards us and shot the man holding Blair.

Blood sprayed in all directions, painting my daughter's caramel skin in a dark crimson. She screamed out as he took a hold of her hair roughly, pulling her neck back. Her head was angled in a very uncomfortable manner and as he pulled on her roots, I winced. Fear and immense anger flooded through me.

"Let go of her!" I screamed. I tug harshly on the ropes and felt one untie. I widened my eyes and discreetly released myself. I pulled the next rope with both hands while Dean was distracted. My eyes met my daughter's teary ones. I mouthed a few words to her and she nodded subtly.

Three

Two

One

I pounced. Blair scurried off as I lunged onto the mafia dickhead and sent us tumbling down the hills. Gunshots rang out and smoke lit up the air. I sputtered and kicked the dick in his legs. He growled and flipped us over. My head swung to the side as a sudden pain rolled through me. I groaned and kicked his feat from under him. I pushed with all my might. His body rolled down the hill. At the last second, his slimy hand caught onto my ankle and he pulled me with him. Sticks and grass littered my hair. Cuts and bruises formed on the top layer of my dark skin. Dirt and blood scraped my face harshly. As I got on my knees to fetch the knife in my thigh pocket, I heard the sound of a gun cock. I froze and turned slowly.

A bright smirk filled his face. "I really thought you'd put up more of a fight." He laughed. I narrowed my eyes and lifted myself from the ground. I sat up with my knees bent and I leant on my hands. I felt a blinding pain from the side of my hip. I glanced down at the sticky red substance which flowed from a large gash. The blood loss made my eyelids dip. Dean grunted and stepped forward with the gun. Through blurry eyes, I could see him step closer to me, his hands on the trigger.

I froze. There was no secret weapon this time. There were no boys to drop from the ceiling and there was no daughter to miraculously take down this 6 foot man. There was only me, him and a gun which was menacingly pointed at my forehead.

I lifted my head and took in a breath. The familiar smell of fire and gun powder filled my senses and I welcomed it. My teary eyes glazed across the landscape for the last time. I soaked in the dark night sky, the smoke and the blood. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of scorching skin, screams, yells and the never ending chaos. This was my life. This what the life I had led since my first breath on this earth. Blood and hurt was my solace. It was my only constant. Through the abandonment and betrayal, it was the one thing I had. There was always a new enemy to slay, there was always a new person to torture. But in my final moments, the only thing that really mattered was the family I had built for myself. My best friends and my daughter and my husband. They were the new constant. But I had to leave them. This was the bed I had chosen to lay in and this was the one I would be buried in.

"Any last words, you pathetic mule, or have you finally shut your stupid mouth." His hands danced around the trigger. A smirk on his face. He had won. He knew he had won. I turned back to him with cold eyes. Distant emotion flood through them and tears ran down my cheeks.

For some reason, I began to laugh. I threw my head back and let out a loud, humourless chuckle. I brought my eyes back to his finger and saw it flicker. I saw it itch. I saw it hook around the trigger and I saw it pull. And in my last second, I also pulled a hook. A hook which would save my daughter and be her salvation. In my last second, I saw the panic in his eyes. I saw the fear as the tiny bomb landed at his feet.

I was born Princess Aria, the reckless princess, and I will die as Queen Aria Blair Watson, the best assassin and queen the underworld has ever seen. I have killed hundreds of bastards and I have watched them all quiver in fear at my wrath as I tore the life from their eyes. And I refuse to go to the burning pits of hell without one last kill. Dean Winchester, you have the honour of being my last victim.

"It's been a hell of a ride..." I chuckled. "So be it".

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Harry's POV

I heard an explosion above but I didn't pay any mind to it. I held Theo's hand as he slowly led me to the bunker. The air down here was icy and chilling. A shiver went through me as the hallway became more narrow and the walls caved in. My claustrophobia really wasn't helping. The darkness made it feel like an endless tunnel.

"Are we almost there, Theo? I think Harry's getting a bit scared." Louis chuckled. I flipped him off behind Theo's head and rolled my head. "I saw that Haz" Liam laughed. I shook my head and kept walking. "We're here" Theo muttered. I felt his small, warm hand drop from my side and I squintered, attempting to see what he was referring to. "There's nothing here Theo" Zayn huffed. Theo held up a finger and kept walking towards the end of a rock. My eyes widened and I ran after him. "Theo! What are you doing" He didn't react. He kept walking and walking until the rocks started to fall and he neared the edge of some ravine. "Theo, stop walking!" He didn't stop. I ran towards him with my heart racing. This boy was gonna drop off a cliff. "Theo!" I caught up to him and grabbed his shoulders. I turned him to me and saw the tears gushing down his face. "What's wrong, Theo?" He didn't say anything. He stared at me with cold eyes and raised his arm. He turned and pointed to a hole in the ground. Zayn and Liam walked towards it. Suddenly, they froze. Liam smiled and turned to me. "They are down here!" He exclaimed and began the descent down the hole. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked closer. My eyes caught the figures of several children. "Mila" I yelled. "Down here" She yelled back. I let out a breath of relief and went down. The cave was a bunch of beds and candles.

"Why did you design it like this?" I asked the boys. "Well I didn't do it. The designers did. They told me the safe room would be hard to find. I guess this is what they meant." Louis shrugged.

"The weapons are through there." Mila pointed as she hushed Isabela. The poor girl was beginning to stir in her arms. I felt a pang of guilt as I heard the children struggle in the dark. The small light was not enough to sustain them all. I was glad to see some asleep. Hopefully, they didn't disturb Mila too much.

"Harry in here" Louis called me and I spent an extra second watching Mila before I went in. The weapons room was a crisp white room with extra candles and matches. "How is it that the weapons room is nicer than the actual safe room." Liam scoffed. I shrugged my shoulders and laughed. I tried to seem breezy and careless but on the inside I was freaking out. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. I bit down harshly, needing a release for my stress.

"Hey" Louis furrowed his eyebrows with concern. I looked at him with a cold stare. "I'm fine Lou" I pushed past him and towards the guns.

"Boys, it's time to get to work"