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V5 Epilogue: Desiderium
Jasmine stretched out at her desk. She cracked her neck to both sides, moved the mouse to “properties”, selected “send to: edit” and then clicked “ok.”

“Hey, you want to see the pictures?” called the photographer from a few desks away. Jasmine nodded and walked up to Julia’s much larger Macbook.

“Looks great. I feel bad for her though,” she said. "She looks so unhappy."

Julia shrugged. “She’s set for life. Don’t feel that bad. Oh, we can’t use this one,” she said squinting at the picture. “You can see her dad’s hand around the back of her neck. This one! Just the two girls holding hands is perfect,” she said, clicking over to the next picture.

“Is that the cover?” asked Jordan, an editor. Julia nodded.

“It looks fantastic. Look at this girl. She’s going to sell a truck-load of magazines. People eat this stuff up. Hot ass-kicker,” said the editor. “I bet we’ll sell extra just for college kids who want to pin her up on the wall. We’re fucking lucky she won and not one of the other three. I don’t think half-face and moustache would sell.”

Survival of the Fittest Sole Survivor Speaks Out

(Photo caption: Amaranta Montalvo with sister Rebeca Montalvo)

Jasmine Cohen

Survival of the Fittest terrorism survivor Amaranta Montalvo spoke publicly with family hours after being found in Seattle following the kidnapping of the senior class of Aurora High School.

Montalvo, 17-years-old, looked to be in good health when speaking at a short press conference this morning accompanied by her mother, father, Antonio Montalvo and sister. According to her, she is in the process of working with police to document any useful information about the organization responsible for the deaths of over 100 of her classmates.

“We’re so happy to have her back and proud of the way that she handled herself in this extremely trying situation. The police are doing all they can to apprehend the people responsible,” said Antonio Montalvo.

Survival of the Fittest has claimed the lives of hundreds of high school students. This is the fifth incident documented and came as a shock to many who believed the group had been taken out in 2008 during the fourth kidnapping which saw many survivors escape.

When asked about recovery, her family said that she was in remarkably good spirits. “Therapy is for people who aren’t strong enough to deal with issues on their own and I think she’s proved that’s not her,” said Antonio Montalvo.

“I’m fine and I’m grateful that so many people have shown their support. Thank you for your kind words,” added Amaranta Montalvo.

A general memorial for the class of Aurora High School will be held at the school’s gymnasium on August 15th.

V5 Epilogue: Desiderium
A curtain of straight glossy hair fell around both sides of Mara's face and pooled on a metal table in front of her. Her fingers curled around the edges of the metal chair she was seated in. She breathed deeply. She felt the air prick at her uncovered arms and legs. She was still wearing her terrorist-issued clothes.

"Are you thirsty? You want something to drink?"

She sat straight up with her eyes wide with fear. She breathed faster and the man drew back.

"It's ok." He looked to two other men in the room.

"I'm Agent Mayer. Your parents were in Ellensberg when they got the call, but they're on their way. There's going to be a press conference as soon as they get in, probably about 3 hours from now. We're just going to ask you a few questions. We know you've been through a lot, but we need your help here. We need you to tell us as much as you know while it's still fresh."

Mara contracted into herself, pulling her knees up onto the chair. There was a knock at the door. She eyed the door attentively as a man came in with a cell phone held in one hand.

"We're going to have to hit pause. Her lawyer is on the phone."

"Does a lawyer ring a bell?" Mayer asked her.

Her legs slowly lowered and she gazed at the phone that was held out to her, one eyebrow up.

"It's for you."

Mara took it from the man offering it and put it up to her ear.

“Mari, Don't worry. I'm close by and I'll be there in a minute."

She felt her heart ache. A familiar voice, someone treating her like his own daughter although his was gone. Memories of him asking good-naturedly about school. A pause from the other end of the phone.

"Consider this and any legal necessities in the future a repayment for what you did.”

It took a short moment for her to understand what he was referring to.

"See you soon, Mr. Bell," she croaked.