***This is just after Lucy was shot but before Alfendi had been shot yet.***
The man started to lift his gun towards Alfendi. Potty and Placid Prof knew this was the end, he knew there was no escape and after all, he wouldn't dare go on without Lucy. He was cornered in a dead end where Lucy was tied up and unconscious, he looked down to the ground and screwed his eyes shut not wanting to look at the stranger or Lucy's body any longer. A few seconds later another gunshot rang out in the dark, the feeling of that moment was both frightful and his stomach tightened but he noticed he felt no pain. He had no idea what had just happened and he didn't want to look up, but he knew he had to.
He saw Hilda standing at the end of the alleyway with a gun in her hands.
Lucy's attacker collapsed into a heap and death took his body as he was lying still on the cold ground, blood rushed out from the back of his skull.
Hilda: "I got your call..."
Alfendi slowly crawled over to Lucy; her limp body slumped over the ropes that held her to the chair. He carefully grabbed one of her wrists to check for a pulse, a faint but slow thud raised Alfendi's hopes. The blood that spilled from Lucy was heavy and Alfendi was trying to untie her with shaking hands, whispering "Lucy, Lucy, Lucy..." over and over again, he had been covered in an alarming amount of blood as Placid Prof struggled to untie her from the chair. Hilda grabbed a knife from out of her bag and sliced the bonds holding her waist and legs whilst Al fumbled with the ropes around her arms.
As the ropes came off, Potty Prof picked Lucy up because Placid Prof had mentally broke down; he cradled her in his arms and whispered sweet nothings in her ear as well as telling her to hold on as they rushed to the hospital.
Tears rolled down Alfendi's face and he was blinded. He could feel the hot sweat beading down from his forehead as the doctors lifted Lucy's body onto a hospital bed and wheeled her through the doors to the ER...