(Hey, guys! Back with another chapter! I love how this story blew up so fast..! Fifty views already..! My god, thank you all so much! I'm so glad all of you enjoy this so far! A-Anyways... Let's get right into it!)

-BIG SISTER POV-

Pain. Pain is what is being felt. That's good, I'm alive then. Girl. The girl is still here. Bozos are distracted... If I could just, move! Why can't I move?!

She glanced at her legs, which were nearly covered in blood. Her blood. How did they manage to..? No matter. I should just let them kill me. Mother will kill me anyways, what's the point..? The girl. The little girl, I. I have to keep her safe. She is the charge. They won't hurt her.

My light is fading. I can feel it. My vision's turning hazy. I can't focus... I have to do some-

*BANG!*

What..? That, sounded like a gun. But why? And whom? Did they shoot me again? Wouldn't surprise me... I, can't move my head to see. Keep the charge safe, yes. I shall do that, then.

-JOHN POV-

I dunno what I was thinking, but I opened up a huge can-o-worms..! Sure, Hullio died, but Tux, well, he was pissed.

After I fired that shot, Tuxedo pulled out a damned Thompson. Where in the hell'd he get that from?! I was screwed.

John dove behind the pillar he was at. He could feel the bullets hitting the pillar. Repeatedly. That pillar won't last long, he knew. He had to think of something...

Then the bullets stopped. He was reloading. John rolled out of cover, taking a bullet to the shoulder. It was a flesh-wound, but nevertheless it hurt like a bitch... He ignored it, shooting Tux clean through his right eye. Dead.

"Now, for the hard part..." He muttered, holstering his pistol and kneeling down to them. "...Uh, hey there. It's alright, I'm here to help-"

SCREEEEECH!

"...Ow! I like my hearing! God dang it, that hurt!" He let his ears finally stop ringing, looking at the little girl. She looked almost similar to the others, except. Red-haired... He'd never seen one before with red hair. He used to poke fun at red-haired people, but he couldn't do that. She's already frightened to death.

He extended his hand out to her, perfectly aware of the Big Sister glaring at him under her helmet. Thank god she can't move well. I'd be dead long ago, then... Her light's out. She must be unconscious. All the better for me to carry her.

He cleared his throat. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm helping you..."

"D-d. D-did y-you put the bad angels to sleep..?" The little girl stuttered. Poor thing was petrified, almost.

He nodded, smiling warmly. "Yes. Can I help your sister and you..?" He was aware of their bond. Their bond by pheromones, he believed. Or, something like that. Whatever, though.

The little girl looked around, pointing to the Big Sister. "She's hurting. Really, really bad..."

He nodded, looking at the Big Sister. She has a nice figu-shut up! She's a monster that'll kill you in an instant! Well, if it was conscious... "...Yes, I know. I want to help her. But I can't if you don't trust me. Please?"

The little girl looked at the Big Sister, hesitantly taking John's hand. "...Thank you." She said quietly.

He shrugged, going over to the Big Sister. "No, I should be thanking you... How am I gonna do this?"

The little girl let go of his hand, putting her arms in an 'upsies' thing. "Up. Up."

He raised an eyebrow. "Up..? Pick her up? Ah, hell nah! She'd kill me!"

The little girl snickered. "You said a swear-word, stranger..."

He inhaled deeply. "Yeah, whatever."

The little girl did the 'upsies' gesture again. "If you pick Big Sister up, I won't tell her you swore at me." She taunted. She was taunting him, now.

He sighed heavily, looking at the Big Sister, his gaze falling on the giant needle. How was he supposed to do this..?! "...If she kills me, I'm haunting you Little One." He jokingly threatened, earning a giggle from her. "She won't, she's sleeping..!"

He sighed heavily, carefully picking her up. She was... Light. Not even a hundred pounds. He expected her not to be able to even lift, but. She was light, even for him. "...Alright. to my place, so I can help her."

The little girl skipped alongside him. "Okay, Stranger..!"

He chuckled, glancing at the Big Sister. "...I am so dead."

-BIG SISTER POV-

Weightless. Why, why am I weightless..? Is this, death? I can't see anything. Wait, I hear voices. Muffled. Is it the two? No, this. This voice us different. Much more, normal. The charge..! She's not with me! I forgot her! I have to move! But, I..! There's, warmth? And a thumping. Almost rhythmic. Not footsteps, either. I want the warmth. I need it. Maybe, that'll wake me up...

-JOHN POV-

"Uhh, your sister's being weird..!" He looked at the Big Sister, who did a kind of whimper, her light flickering. She was alive at least. And also... Hugging him? Why? Was she conscious? Didn't seem so... Then again, he was carrying her Bridal-Style.

"She likes you..!" The little girl said happily. "She's trying to get closer to you!"

He looked at the Little Sister quizzically. "...What? She hasn't even met me, though."

The Little Sister shrugged. "I'm just saying what I'm seeing..!" She giggled.

He sighed. "Whatever. We're almost there..." The Big Sister was now rubbing her helmet against his chest, clinging onto him for dear life. If she clung any more, he'd have trouble breathing...

(Well, that ends this chapter..! Much longer than I anticipated! What did you guys think?! Anyways, see you guys in the next one!)