So sorry for such a late update! Of course I waited until the end to fall behind. But, good news, only a few chapters left. Let the action begin! 

I also just wanted to let everyone know I've gone back and been editing. The chapters that are numbered with these ->> [] are done. (Ex: [1] Chapter Title) the ones still numbered with these --> {} are not. (Ex: Chapter Title {Chapter Number}) 

I've been slowly editing. I've noticed a lot of holes and things I left unconnected in the story. I want to make sure to go back and fix those. When it's all done, I'll let you know.

Thank you all! Love you and enjoy!

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Tate tapped his fingers against the smooth surface of the rail. He stood like a perched owl on the second floor, watching the people below scramble around like ants. If one was at a standstill, the others just circled around them and continued on with their day.

That's all he had done for the past three days: watch. Tate found it rather interesting. He would sometimes sneak down the steps, sit on one of the benches, and just listen. They all lived in their own worlds with their own problems.

And none of them knew that Kyra would burst in any minute and could possibly end their lives.

That thought alone forced Tate to crave the safety and comfort accompanied by his home. He only feared death the moment he dared to venture out from the security of his home. It also made him sick to his stomach with concern.

He had prior knowledge of an attack here. However, he wouldn't always have the upper hand on Kyra. Autumn could leave to go buy some milk and never come back.

"Anything?" Clarke wondered, appearing at his side. His instinct was to jump, which he did. Clarke's instinct was to sardonically laugh, which she also did. "We're here to focus, not daydream."

"I'm not," he shook his head. "No activity yet."

"Tate, maybe it's time to start thinking- "

"I don't want to hear it," Tate shut her down. She'd given him the same speech yesterday. Clarke had completely abandoned all hope and sought nothing more than to leave. Though Tate didn't want to believe it, his mind was starting to change.

"I know you don't want to leave but . . . what if Autumn was wrong?" Clarke presented the thought.

"You're just looking for any excuse to doubt her," he rolled his eyes, sick of Clarke's attitude. Tate whirled around, now using the rail to support his elbows.

"I'm not saying that," she grumbled. "Just . . . think about it, alright? The closest thing to an exterminator we've found is that guy who turned out to be a hipster with a dragon tattoo. Maybe they're not coming."

Tate sighed. He didn't want to quit. Nonetheless, he knew Kyra better than anyone. She wasn't the type to just abandon plans. If, for some reason, she'd decided to pass on the train station her attack would have befallen and it would have been plastered everywhere.

Then again, Kyra hadn't shown up. No signs of an attack were, or ever were, visible.

"Anyways," Tate cleared his throat, making an effort to change the subject. "Cade is having more fun than . . . well, he's ever had."

Tate re-shifted and the two stared down at their friend. He bore the largest and goofiest smile one could imagine as he spoke to a passenger waiting for their train. Cade hadn't been allowed on a mission since his accident and he was relishing in the freedom.

"I would love nothing more than to spoil his fun," Clarke simpered.

"You can't tell me you're not even the least bit happy to see him so . . . well happy." He glanced at Clarke. She tried tremendously hard but Tate could see a gleam in her eye and the tiniest smile on her lips.

She would never in a million years admit that she cared. On the other hand, everyone knew that she did.

"It's sickening," she faked a gag.

"Hey," David sauntered up to them. "I think you need to call Autumn in to give one of her speeches again."

"Why? The one wasn't enough?" Clarke scoffed.

"I guess not. Everyone's tired and . . . well- "

"They want to give up?" Tate filled in the blank, eyeing his companion.

"Yeah." David frowned.

"We can't just . . . leave. Kyra's going to come, I-I just know it."

Tate was being honest, somewhere deep down he knew Kyra would show up. Then again, did he want her too? Part of him was anxious for her arrival. He wanted his revenge. Kyra had hurt so many people, she'd taken Cade's leg from him, and she'd ruined more lives than he could count.

He wanted to hurt her. But would he be able too? Could you look the woman he used to love in the eyes? Could he watch her life fade at his own hands?

"Eventually, they're going to need more than just a hunch," David debated. "All they do is sit around and talk about whose rushing people outside and who's beating the crap out of who. And, I hate to say it, but Jade's egging them on about the violent part."

"I don't know," Tate paused to run a hand over his face. "We'll see how tomorrow goes."

"Tate," Clarke called.

"Kyra I really don't need you to lecture me right now," he interjected.

"Tate," she gulped. "We have a big problem." His head thrashed around and to the alarmed expression his sister exhibited. Confused, he followed her wide-eyed gaze.

What he saw felt like a punch to the gut. Tate suffered, feeling as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped on it.

Autumn stood by the main entrance. Her phone was glued to her ear as she cast an eye over the area. Without a second thought, Tate dashed in the direction of the staircase. He needed to get to her and get her out of there.

"Tate!" Clarke charged after him. Gripping his arm, she tugged him backwards.

"What?!" He barked, tearing his arm from her grasp.

"You can't go down there."

"Why the hell not?!" He screamed with fury, amassing some inquisitive glances from below.

"You'll blow your position and- "

"You're kidding right? Autumn has saved both of our lives at least once and you want to just leave her out in the open because you don't want to have wasted your damn time!" His face was a red as a tomato and he wasn't sure if it was his rage or his worry that made it difficult to breathe.

Clarke opened her mouth to respond but was silenced by an overpowering explosion. The penetrating boom was accompanied by a blast. Though they felt no heat, Clarke and Tate were both effected as the wave was so dominant it shook the entire building.

Clarke smashed onto her back and Tate was flung from his feet and onto his chest. His ears rang and his body throbbed. The wind had been, quite literally, knocked out of him. But when the screams resonated in his ears it drove him to crawl across the tile, grip the rail, and use it to rise to his feet.

Kyra came into the station through a giant opening she'd created in the place of a wall. She smirked her devilish grin as she minions stormed in behind her. They marched around the bodies of the injured, dead, or unconscious to block any and all exits.

David groaned nearby, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead as his head had been thrown into the banister. Tate desperately examined the sea of people for any sign of Autumn. The unscathed yelled and cried, running in a blind panic as they assessed the situation.

The scared crowd hastened for the exits which, Kyra's people, had already blocked. They were now all trapped.

It had begun. The attack was upon them and, though they had three days to prepare, were unsuspecting.

"Excuse me vermin!" Kyra bellowed, rapidly gaining any and all attention.

And that's when Tate caught sight of Autumn. Blood oozed from a gash on her face as she lay either unconscious or dead inches from Kyra.