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Shay followed a sudden impulse and lightly kissed here on the lips. (At that point Shay heard Demon leave the room).

He pulled back slightly. "Did that feel as good to you as it did me?"

"I haven't either," Shay said, "The closest relationship I've ever had was that with my sister and that was family closeness." Shay held Sikerra again. He should really be going back to the room and getting ready to leave, but he didn't want to loose the emotional high he was feeling at that moment. He was fairly sure his cheeks were slightly red.

Shay didn't waste a moment. He'd been stupid to let his gaurd down. Lunging at the cutter holding Sikerra, he drew his butcher knife and impaled the man. He removed his weapon and slashed several times at the one with the large blade and cutter fell as well opening a path to the door.

"Run!!" Shay yelled at Sikerra and moved block the cutters exit.

Shay should have known she wouldn't run. He would have said something had it not been for the residual cutters running down the hallway towards the library. Two cutters were flanking a third as they charged. Shay cut down the flankers and brought his butcher knife to the throat of the third. There was a brief glimmer of recognition in Shay's eyes before he neatly slit the man's throat and severed his windpipe. The third slumped to the floor and only then did he realize the third was a winged.

With no more cutters around at the moment, Shay kneeled and examained the face of the third man. He wasn't a cutter he recognized and he wasn't a winged he knew either. Shay felt sick as he stared at the white face of a completely innocent person. The mistake didn't surprise him though: he knew one day he'd do something like this during one of his berserk rages.

Shay's blood ran cold as he saw Sikerra fall. She seemed to fall in slow motion slowly revealing the man who'd shot her. The second his face was visible, Shay knew who he was: his father. He was holding a smoking handgun.

Shay forgot the other man and lunged at his father, a strange roaring filling his ears and blocking out all other occurences, but his one goal to reach his target. The gun went off several more times and pain shot through Shay's body from various places, but he lunged once more and his butcher knife hit home: straight through his father's chest and into his heart.

"You traitor," the dying man mouthed through the blood running from it.

"No, I was never on you side," Shay said quietly with as much contempt as he could as reality crashed back down on him. He pulled out the knife and his father slumped to the floor. Any residual cutters promtly fled.
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Shay then turned back to Sikerra. Blood was running from both her wings and chest, he wasn't sure how she could be alive.

Shay knelt beside Sikerra and in the process realized the extent of his injuries. He had to turn and cough blood onto the floor for several seconds and quickly did an analysis of his wounds: the only serious one was one in his lower chest that he wasn't sure if it hit a vital or not. Another one was lodged in the fleshy part of his left shoulder, rendering it usuless and several more had hit him in the legs.

He faught off several waves of nausea as he examained Sikerra. His eyes clouded once and he thought he saw her chest moving. Regardless if there was hope of not he removed the bullet from her chest, hoping it hadn't reached her heart before it stopped in the bone. He pressed a wad of cloth on top of her chest wound to stop the bleeding and then turned to her wings.

After conquering another wave of nausea and coughing up more blood, he managed to at least extract the bullets from both her wings. The bullets didn't seem to have hit any of the major nerves, but they did look like it had severed some. He pressed wads of cloth in both her wing wounds before turning to his.

In his examination of himself, he found the bullet that had entered just below his chest had gone all the way through his body and out his back. He wrapped his shirt around these two wounds and began working on extracting the rest of the bullets from his shoulder and legs. It was very difficult: he was rapidly loosing concousness and his fingers were sticky with blood.

Shay heard her cough imediatly and knelt over her.

"Don't move," he whispered weakly. He turned and coughed more blood up. "Demon should be back," he reassured her weakly. He knew Demon was probably on the other side of the subterranian world dealing with the cutters there.