Role Play Here

Misery let out a scream of pain when the bullet that the girl shot at her entered her leg. It didn't help when Lark kicked her off of him. She was in so much pain and felt like vomiting. But, she stood up on her good leg and pulled out a knife from inside her jacket. She threw one at him, just barely missing his head. She couldn't aim straight with the pain she was in. The knife got stuck in the wall, and Misery pulled out another one from inside her jacket. She held it tight, swinging at Lark, just grazing his shoulder. She backed away quickly so he couldn't slice her with the shard of glass. 

Onyx:

"Good, don't get into them." I shot her a glance, "They will ruin that pretty face of your."

Mae:

I gritting my teeth as the bullet entered my arm. "He was just making a living. You would have done the same if you had no other way to gain money for food and somewhere to live." I shot Lucifer in the arm and once more in the side, then pointed the gun back at the girl and shot at her other leg, barely missing.

Lucifer Chandlure

I let out a loud grunt, feeling the bullets plunge through my clothes and skin. Clutching my side, blood seeped onto my hand. Not good, not good. I took a few steps back, glaring at the girl. "You could say that about serial killers!" I shouted, furrowing my brow. "Serial killers are mentally insane. We would have done that, if we were that insane!" 

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Lark Ernest

The wound on my shoulder was light, not too deep to worry about, so I simply ignored it. The wounds from the CageKnife fight had opened up, and I was surprised I could still fight. Spots danced before my eyes, and I knew, I was not in a good situation. I pressed myself against the wall, feeling weak once again. Please, please, please don't faint again..,

Involuntarily, my hand dropped the shard of glass, and I looked up at the assassin. My breathing was shallow. I then looked over at the exit, then at the girl who was playing CageKnife with me. Maybe, I had just enough energy-

Using what was left in my body, I ran for the door, grabbing the arm of the girl who had jumped through the window. "Let's go, if we continue, we'll all die," I spoke quickly and quietly as I dashed through the streets of the city. Lucifer was not following. I was mighty grateful for that, but the question boomed in my head: Why? 

Mae:

I was aiming to shoot again when Lark pulled me out of the building and we were racing down the street. I kept glancing back to be sure Lucifer wasn't following. "Where are we going?" I turned to the man I had fought in CageKnife.

Lark Ernest

I ignored her question, as I dashed into a dark alley filled with shadows. Once we were able to stop running, I let go of her arm and leaned against a building. I tried to stand up on my own, but ended up collapsing. However, I was still conscious. 

"... I don't... mean to be rude," I spoke with shallow breaths, my eyes closed in exasperation, "but can you not speak right now? Just... ... Let me rest." I must have looked so weak in that moment. My body curled up on the ground, as if I were defenseless. "In a little while... ... I can treat our wounds. But just... Don't speak..." 

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Lucifer Chandlure

"No, the drug will take the rest of the work," I said, watching the two disappear. I then walked over to a small chest in the room, pulling out a heavy first aid kit. "Come here," I told Misery. "I can treat your wounds." 

 Mae:

I sat next to him on the ground and didn't speak like he said. I kept looking to see if Lucifer or the assassin girl was coming after us, but saw no one. Why did they just let us go? I turned back to Lark who was curled up on the ground and pulled a rag that had managed to stay damp in my pocket. I wiped blood and dirt from his wounds, "I'd do more but I don't have anything else but this, my gun, and my knife." I said so quietly, I wasn't sure he had heard me. 

Lark Ernest

I winced, gritting my teeth in pain once I felt a damp rag touching my wounds. Soon, the pain wasn't so bad, and I realized it was helping me. I opened my eyes, looking at the girl. "... Thanks," I spoke quietly, before brushing the rag away and sitting up. I started to stand up, leaning against a wall for support. I had just enough energy to make it to my apartment, which wasn't far from here. "Let me treat your wounds," I said, looking at her. "My apartment isn't far from here..." I began to limp towards the direction my apartment was in, keeping one arm on the wall. 

Mae:

I stood up and followed him, "Let me help you." I said, grabbing his arm and pulling it over my shoulder so I could support him as he walked.

Lucifer Chandlure

I looked over at Misery. "Yes, I'm Lucifer Chandlure." When she leaned her head sideways and half-closed her eyes, he knit his brows together with a puzzled look expressed on his face. "Morning Sta- What on earth is that supposed to mean? He-hey, stay alive, now." He quickly began to treat her wounds, picking the bullets out with tweezers and disinfecting everything. After he'd bandaged her legs up with gauze tightly so they wouldn't bleed, he began to deal with his own wounds. 

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Lark Ernest

I blinked in surprise when she helped him, but thought nothing of it. "Thanks," I smiled, truly appreciating her support. I finally reached his apartment, where I jiggled the key into the doorknob and opened the door. It was a small place, with only three rooms: A bathroom, a kitchen-bedroom hybrid, and a room full of drugs and various exotic plants. I went into the kitchen-bedroom, which was not the cleanest place. A worn-out couch in the corner of the room was a mess of blankets and pillows, and a few empty boxes of fast food lay about. I took a seat on the couch, grabbing the first air kit that lay underneath. After I used a powder to first stop my own bleeding, I motioned for her to sit on the couch. "I'll treat your wounds," I said. 

Mae:

I stepped into the small apartment and glanced around as I followed him into the kitchen-bedroom. I watch as he pulled out then first aid kit and treated his wound. I sat beside him  once he offered to treat mine, "Thanks" I said quietly.

Misery regained conciousness and looked at him. Ever read the Holy Bible? She scoffed softly. Lucifer was called the Morning Star, before he was cast out of Heaven and became Satan, or the Devil. She said weakly. She made a face. Bunch of bullshit if you ask me.