Alex's POV We both turned to see a younger-looking woman standing in the middle of the hall. "Mary..." Marissa and I whispered in unison. She walked slowly toward us, making me shake in fear with each step she took. We were trapped. She walked up to me and tapped my chin. "Hello, Alex," she said smugly. I cringed in recognition of the night I was knocked out. "W-why?" I staggered. "Why what?" she smiled evilly, putting the gun up to my chin. "Why would you do this!?" I yelled. "Answer me!" "Revenge," she smirked. "What did I do to you!?" I screamed. "Everything!" she screamed back. "You lived with my sister which was supposed to be me! I couldn't let you live with that satisfaction!" She walked over to the old woman, grabbing the keys from her belt. She took the keys to Marissa's cell and walked in after unlocking it. She closed it behind her, leaving me standing there completely immobilized. "Marissa, Marissa, Marissa," said Mary. "The perfect child. The perfect ME." "Don't do this, Mary," she said sternly. "You don't want to go back to the mental h-" She was interrupted by a loud slap to her right cheek. She slowly put her hand up to the now rosy red flesh and stared at Mary in shock. "Don't you dare speak!" Mary yelled. I turned around not wanting to see what happens next. I heard fighting and wrestling behind me. The last thing I heard was a gunshot. Who got shot?