Kay quickly reached the bottom of the stairs and found Miguel laying on a small pallet on the ground, covered in blood.
Kay pulled her dagger out and cut the bounds holding Miguel down, "There, that should do it," she whispered.
Kay cut her arm and let a few drops of her blood fall into one of Miguel's open wounds to heal them.
Soon Kay and Miguel were on there way out of the apartment, hand in hand.
Aubrey's wounds healed in a matter of moments and he was up on his feet again, ready to punish Kay for what she did to him. He went to his closet and got his pistol and a box of sharpened wooden bullets.
Kay and Miguel ran through the streets with Aubrey on their feet.
Aubrey shot several bullets at Kay and Miguel, as they ran.
Kay fell to the ground, "Kay!?" Miguel yelled looking back at Kay.
"It's nothing, I just tripped," Kay said getting back up, a long, red trail staining the back of her clothes.