When Kristian pounced at Izzy and she didn't react Michael landed on the strudy floor behind her and swung his knife at him. It met Kristian's arm's skin and left a deep gash, causing him to shriek in pain and stumble back, falling onto his back to the floor.
Izzy raised her head, looking at Michael expectantly as though he'd run away. Nothing of the sort happened, however, for the masked killer took one step foward in front of Izzy, preparing to protect her no matter the cost.
Kristian grabbed his arm, the scrape now bleeding profusely. He ignored Michael completely, and glared furious daggers at Izzy. She peeked aound Michael's legs, catching his eye and narrowing her own.
"Get out of Mike's house, you meanie!" she told him as he got to his feet, towering over her though dwarfing to Michael. He still took no notice to the taller.
"Make me, you sick bitch!" Kristian spat, Izzy just glaring. She felt the anger and rage radiating off Michael, and knew he was obviously disliking Kristian calling her- whatever he did. Izzy didn't know what 'bitch' meant. Michael did, and it made him beyond furious. Izzy surmised it was a bad word.
Yet again, Kristian ignored Michael, ultimately being a fatal mistake. He lunged at Izzy once more, and Michael shoved his knife deep into his open gut.
Kristian screamed, and choked up blood as said liquid trickled down Michael's knife's blade, staining his bare hand as it poured and sloshed on the kitchen's tiled floor. He went limp, and Michael slid him off the blade, him falling to the floor next to his dead girlfriend. Both their eyes were rolled upward so far you couldn't see color, only white.
Izzy came out from behind Michael and scowled at their dead bodies, kicking Elaina as hard as she could in the chest. Looking back to Michael she smiled happily, and went back over to him as he watched her movements carefully.
"That was so cool, Mike!" she admitted. "You were so brave! Where'd you learn ta do that?" Michael shrugged. "Can you teach me?"
That got him thinking. He had saved Izzy twice, and was WILLINGLY letting her stay in his home. Why? That was still a mystery to him. He shouldn't be trusting her, he should kill her right now and get it over with.
Then again... he could use an apprentice. There's not many people who go around saying, "I wanna learn how ta kill people. Can you help?"
Making over his mind he nodded.