Mary: *stays quiet and hugs a pillow tightly*

Lucious: *notices and rolls my eyes* Other hand. Out. Empty all pockets.

Mary: I don’t care. *lays on my side, back to the door*

Lucious: Phone. Now. *puts my hand out* — Vincent: *senses and rolls to my side* N-No..

Mary: What.. *looks at the door*

Lucious: Hmm. *walks around, still aiming my gun at her* You really are a pretty thing.

Mary: *wipes my eyes, holding back sobs*

Lucious: *cocks(?) my gun and presses it on her back* Actually. You should fallow me. — Vincent: *breathes harshly, eyes dark*

Mary: *sits down, gripping my hair* God damnit..

Destiny: *pushes the rag down more then pulls it off and grabs the bandages, making his shirt disappear*

Mary: *wipes my eyes and walks to the bedroom, slamming the door shut and walks to the bed*

Destiny: *pushes the rag onto the wound* Vincent: *arches my back up, roaring loudly* Lucey: *my eyes widen and I cover my mouth*

Mary: *tenses and stands* Fine. *turns, walking to the stairs*

Destiny: *grabs the rag and grabs the alcohol, pouring some on it* Ok. Lucey. If any police come, you need to stall so I can move Vincent. And Vincent. This is going to sting.. Vincent: Wh..

Mary: *growls and nuzzles his neck* I don’t have to leave. You don’t have to send me back yet you are..

Lucey: Wh- where’d Zy go? Destiny: *growls* Whatever..I’m focusing on my creation. Vincent: ..Zy..? *blinks and slowly looks around*

Mary: How is it going to be okay?! I have to leave and I’m basically gonna be..Erased..!

Vincent: *looking at the ceiling, breathing slowly* Destiny: We can’t heal gun wounds cause of the powder. I need alcohol. A rag. And bandages.

Mary: I don’t want to go..! Fuck you! *shoves him, but pulls him back and kisses him*

Lucey: Lucious ran after he heard destiny..When Vincent came, he fired his first shot and then Lucious shot..! He hasn’t talked..!