Zoe eyes pry open, burning from the touch of the fresh sunlight. She feels like absolute shit, which is perfectly normal seeing she got shot in the chest, although, she had no idea as to what happened the previous night. Her breathing is normal, but the pain in her chest is starting to really consume her.
"Well, good morning sunshine!" Queenie yells from in front her.
Zoe turns to view Queenie sitting on a chair right next to the door.
"Um, morning," Zoe squirms, trying to pull herself up.
"Zoe," Queen stands up. "Take it slow."
Zoe immediately regrets trying to get up too quickly. The pain in her chest moves straight to her head, causing an immediate and painful migraine.
"Oh my god," Zoe squeals. "What happened to me?"

Queenie moves towards her bed and sits beside her. She turns and looks at Zoe, looking up and down her before bringing into a hug.
"We almost lost you last night," Queenie explains. "Again."
Zoe grows confused. What did she mean? How did they almost lose her?
She pulls back. "What does that mean?"
"Well," Queenie pauses, trying to find the right words to say. "Last night, the hunters did attack, and their first act was shooting you."
"Shooting me?! Bullshit!" Zoe yells in disbelief.
She didn't believe Queenie, but the way she was looking at her, was no doubt believable.
"I think we should find Cordelia, she can be the bitch to fill you in. We won, but it wasn't flawless."

Queenie helped Zoe out of her bed. Zoe looked at the clothes she was wearing, black singlet and tights, something she never usually wears. Queenie must've dressed her.
"I brought you to bed and dressed you after the incident," Queenie explains. "Sorry if that ain't your style."
Zoe giggled and smiled at Queenie, indicating a thank you without words as they headed out of the room. She turns to see the broken, bloody mirror in the bathroom, then looks at Queenie.
"Must've been Kyle," Queenie sighs. "He's outside. If I were you, I'd talk to him a bit later."
"Why?" Zoe asks, completely confused.
"Cordelia will explain, I just- I can't."
The rest of their trip to Cordelia was completely silent, like the mood had just changed to the worst. Zoe was managing to walk normal, even with the pain she was enduring at that moment. The whole house was, manageably quiet, a state the house hadn't been in since the introduction of the new girls, so everything seemed so odd.

Before Queenie could open the door to Cordelia's office, it opened itself. When the door completely opened, Cordelia could easily be seen sitting at the desk, Ciri and Luna sitting in front of her. Both of them were crying, Luna a lot more than Ciri. And from that very moment, Zoe knew something went down.
"Cordelia?" Zoe sighs, knocking against the side of the door.
"Come in, Zoe," she sighs sadly. "We have a lot to talk about."
Zoe slowly walked into the room, hearing Queenie leave in an instant. She stopped behind Luna, placing her hands on her shoulders, starling her slightly but also calming her. She could feel her shaking, her heart beating heavily. She was terrified, depressed, and heartbroken, and Zoe could feel all that negative energy flowing off of her.
"What happened?" Zoe asks, breaking the crushing silence. "I need to know."
Ciri turned to Zoe, tears stained all over her face. "Rhi's gone. She's dead, Zoe."

The words echoed in her head. She was dead? How? No, there's no way. She was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn't notice Luna surrender herself out of the room, Ciri following her. Zoe could see Cordelia's mouth moving, but couldn't hear the words she was saying. She felt like she was being flooded in, all the emotion causing her distress.
"Tell me," Zoe begs, breaking out of her moment of angst. "Tell me, everything."
Cordelia takes a deep breath, trying to find the courage to speak.
"Last night, we were attacked out of nowhere. And you were the first to be harmed. They shot you, and we instantly thought you were gone, especially Kyle. He almost lost his mind, panicking like crazy, wailing your name. There's no doubt he loves you, because, he went outside to face whatever had shot you."
"What?!" Zoe gasps, instantly worrying about the boy she loves so much.
"He's fine, Zoe. But that's the part that scared all of us. He killed them. He killed them all. Kyle managed to single-handedly and brutally killed the last of the hunters, but, he did suffer a lot of wounds."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Kyle had saved the coven, but not the way he probably wanted to. He had an extremely volatile temper, he'd already killed three people before last night, one she'd managed to save, but that didn't change the fact. She had to find him, talk to him, show him that she was okay, and tell him that he wasn't a monster.
"What wounds did he have? Wait, he's healed now right?" Zoe asks.
"He'd suffered a knife to his back, a broken rib, and two bullet wounds; one in the stomach, another in his shoulder. Then, he broke his hand by punching his mirror," Cordelia explains. "He let me fix his broken bones, but he wouldn't let me heal his other wounds."
Zoe rolled her eyes at her explanation. Not because of her, but because of how stupid he acted. But then she realised, what about the mess he made?
"What did you do with the bodies and the blood?" she asks, wanting the explanation quickly.
"Queenie and I had spent the night cleaning the blood from the house and the veranda. Lucky enough for us, there was not a lot of blood out the front of the house. The bodies were decomposed in an acidic mixture, one of which can cause bones to melt into nothing. Kyle dragged the bodies to the entrance of the greenhouse while I got rid of the bodies. Rhi, got shot in the heart by the leader of the hunters, and died instantly. I'd already told her parents, and they took it the way you'd expect. Now, her funeral will be in two days, that allows us to find her a spot she would of liked."

Zoe, not knowing what to do or say, just nods in understanding. She slowly stood up and allowed herself time to get used to standing up again.
"I need you tell you one more thing before you leave," Cordelia says, stopping her from moving any further.
"What is it?" Zoe asks, focusing on Cordelia's broken sounding voice.
"Kyle may be a bit on edge. She cut down the leader of the hunter and didn't think twice about it. He cut him down with the axeman's axe, and he didn't flinch, didn't do anything," Cordelia's voice sudden goes dark all of a sudden. "For that singe moment, he lost it."
"I'm going to go see him, and talk about what he did. It'll all be okay, Cordelia. I promise."
Zoe slowly finds her way out of her office, and looks towards the stairs, wondering exactly where Kyle could be hiding.


The sweat drips from his face. His body aches like crazy as he drives the formerly bloody axe into the block of wood, but he doesn't seem to care. The bandages on his body were stuck like glue, some hidden under his grey singlet, others in plain sight. He could nearly feel the eyes watching him, not knowing if it was just his imagination and without the determination to find out for sure. Kyle's strength caused the axe to cut through the wood like it was butter, smoothly and without struggle. But something was definitely crushing his mind, bickering around the darkness his heart had created and fallen inside.
"You idiot," Kyle snarls to himself. "You hot-tempered fuckwit."
The crimes he had committed last night were haunting him like a spirit of vengeance, finding their way into his skin like a virus. Angst was punishing him, causing havoc from within, making him think things he thought for sure weren't true, things he was no questioning. But were his actions even crimes? He didn't want to know.

He flung the axe into the wood aggressively, causing it to get stuck for the first time in god knows how many swings.
"She's going to leave me," he wails. "No, no, no. She can't, she can't leave me."
His hands grasped onto the grip of the axe and tried hard to tear the axe from the wood.
"I was protecting the coven. I went too far, I know. But I was just protecting the coven!"
He wood violently splits as he tears the axe from the wood, tossing it aside like the rest of them. A small snarl breaks from his voice as he throws the wood into the pile he'd created in the hours he'd been awake. He'd slept on the floor of his and Zoe's room while she took the bed, but only for a few hours, and only until after he'd cleaned the mess he'd made. His attempts to swing the axe again, but stops due to the pain accelerating in his stomach, causing him to shriek in pain.

"Kyle?" a soft, familiar voice says from behind.
He didn't have to turn around to know who it was. The one person who would even want to see him after what he'd done. He knew it was her, the one he had already killed for. The one he feared he had lost forever.
He gripped his stomach tightly, shrieking and wailing like a child. "Zoe?"
He was slowly hitting the ground, his other hand laid on the ground trying to keep him upright. As soon as he knew it, she was already assisting him.
"Hey, it's okay. You need to sit," she says, spotting him a lawn chair to sit on. "I'll take you over there."

They began slowly heading towards the chair, with Kyle limping and snickering in pain.
"Look at us, back where we started," he says.
Zoe looked at him. "How are we?"
"Well," he paused. "Remember the last time I couldn't walk properly? I was a mindless freak."
"Don't," she snarls angrily. "Don't say that."
When they finally got to the chair, silence fell between them, and they instantly hated it. Kyle fell onto the chair like a solid rock, but still holding the bandaged wound on his stomach. Zoe hated seeing him like this; not wanting to be healed, hating himself for what he'd done. She had heard what he was saying to himself, and the worry and fear that was consuming him made her upset.

"I fucked up," Kyle says, staring into Zoe's hazel eyes. "I fucked up big time, Zoe."
Her eyes stared back into his chocolate brown ones, hating what he just said.
"You protected the coven-"
"I killed twelve people without even thinking twice about it!" he yells, interrupting her chance to prevail him. "You know what that makes me? It makes me just, another sinister, mindless killer."
"You're wrong!" Zoe snarls. "You're not a killer! You're a protector!"

There it was again. The silence. Slowly creeping its way back into their stress and worry like a parasite. Everything they've gone through has lead to these negative feelings. Kyle was still groaning in pain, the pain Zoe had no idea how to predict, and the pain she knew he could have avoided. But then he speaks.
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?"
"I-" he stops. "I just lost it, Zoe. I saw you on the ground, bleeding and I j- I just lost it. I know I've always had a bad temper, but killing them? I went too far."
"You protected us," she explains. "You protected me."
"But that doesn't change the fact I've killed fourteen people, Zoe. I'm dangerous, and someone like me, someone like a monster, doesn't deserve to be in the presence of someone as loving as you."

His words anger Zoe intensely as they finally find their way inside of her head, and she'd had enough.
"I've killed people too Kyle! The asshole who raped Madison, Spalding, the Axeman. I've killed too! So don't you dare tell me you're a monster, and that you "don't deserve me" or any shit like that. Because you're not a monster! You're, you're-"
"What am I then?" Kyle asks, using his eyes to ridicule her body.
"You're mine. And you always will be. I didn't resurrect you for no reason, I did it, because I loved you at first sight."
"Zoe," he sighs, trying to grasp her hand in is.
"Don't," he says, flinging her hand away from his.
"I love you."

The words cause her to turn and look at Kyle with sad eyes and smile. There's no doubt she loved him, and it was absolute that he loved her.
"I love you too."
"I promised I'd do anything to protect you," he explains. "I always live to my promises."
"And I promised that I'd always love you," Zoe giggles. "I always live up to my promises."
Zoe takes her hand into his and smiles, tossing all the drama behind her. But there was one more thing bugging her, and one thing bugging him. But he was choosing to leave it for later.
"Get up," Zoe says. "Now."
"Why?" Kyle asks.
"Because. I'm taking you to Cordelia for healing."
"But-"
"Kyle Spencer, don't argue with me!" Zoe yells, giggling a little.
"Fine," he smiles.

She helps him up from the chair and holds up upright, walking towards the house. Kyle's groaning was getting louder but he was cooperating, which was a relief to Zoe. She couldn't help but stare at Kyle, noticing the sad looking on his loving face, but decided to ignore it for now. He needed rest, and that's exactly where she planned on taking him after he healed. So they can both rest and recover beside each other, like they were supposed to in the first place.