A/N: Guise? It's been more than a year. I don't deserve you mercy. Please accept this as a token of my apologies.

The house was oddly quiet as Jericho, Adam, Jay, Skye, and Andy approached the house. They wondered if they were too late. Adam, being the man of the group, stepped forward and twisted the knob, surprised to find it open.

"So I guess we're not going through the window this time," Andy muttered with her arms crossed. The last thing she wanted was to deal with Hunter and his mood swinging wife.

"Oh cheer up Andy," Skylar said with a smile. "We get to help out our friend. Doesn't that make you happy?"

Andy didn't answer. She followed the group into the house, surveying the catastrophe that had befallen the living room. The piano was broken in, the glass coffee table smashed, the couch was sitting in the fireplace, and two ottomans had been tossed out the window. Various papers accompanied glass on the floor.

They sat in dead silence.

"You think we're too late?" Jay asked, pulling his arm free of Jericho. "Will you get off me?"

"I don't want to be here," Chris said, pure terror written on his face. "I've been on that side of Stephanie's rage, and trust me, it ain't pretty."

Suddenly, a scream was heard from the upstairs. Hunter ran to the balcony and fell off, curling up to Jay's leg. "Don't… don't let her get me…" he whimpered, tears streaming down his face. "So much blood… so… much blood…"

"Hey get up!" Adam said, pulling at his friend's arm. "Come on, what did you do?"

Hunter shook his head and tightened his grip. "She asked if it made her look fat… she told me to be honest…"

"And you believed her?" Andy yelled, kicking him in the side.

"No!" he whimpered. "No more pain!"

"Dammit," Adam said, running his hand through his hair. "Look, go get in the car. We'll talk to Stephanie and straighten this ou-"

"HUNTER!" a scream was heard from upstairs. Stephanie appeared overhead, a butcher knife in her hands. "BRING HIM TO ME. NOW."

"Stephanie, look," Jay said as Chris, Skylar and Hunter ran behind him in fear. "I know he said some things that were pretty insensitive, but maybe we can talk about it."

"NO TALK. JUST BLOOD."

"Don't you think you're being a tad bit unreasonable?"

"DIE!" Stephanie said, lunging at her husband. Jay ducked and the group scrambled, watching as the knife lodged itself into the wall. She tried pulling it out to no avail. Frantically, she searched the room, spying a poker from the fireplace under the couch. She grabbed it and ran over to where Hunter was hiding behind Adam.

"Move."

Adam grabbed at the poker, managing to get a hand on it. Stephanie tried to pull it away, but the man was much too strong.

"Stephanie, this is ridiculous!" Jay yelled. "Look, Hunter's obviously sorry, aren't you Hunter?"

"Go for the jugular!" Hunter yelled to Adam, who still had a hand on the poker. The rest of the group just stared on in disbelief.

"Or, you know what?" Andy said, grabbing her sister and friends. "Do what you want. Whatever happens, it's too good for him."

The all left the house and climbed in the jeep.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Skylar asked, watching as he fell, naked, through a window.

"He'll be fine," Adam said, turning up the music to drown out his friend's screams.