Christine looked at Keefe sad, she wanted to help. She swung out the door and sped walked towards her room. "I cant just leave him there" slowly she turned around and hid. She waited for his father to come up then followed closely behind him making sure she stayed hidden. He entered Keefe's room and closed the door. Christine pressed her face against the door. "Ok this is so wrong" she said to herself. "i can't just leave him there to defend himself especially after he had to deal with the 3 men. (bring in the drammaaaa) As she sat there a dark shadow engulfed around her. A cold like object pressed against her face she turned to the human holding the object, "oh great you three" she spat the words out. They grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down the stairs. "No!" she screamed. Keefe was trapped in the room with his father and Christine was being dragged down the hall by the men. She saw the owners of the hotel being held hostage at gunpoint by some other homeless men that she didnt recognise. One of the men pointed "Over there" he growled signalling for her to move towards a group of people that were huddled together. "Is everyone alright?" she was greeted with nods and looked around relieved. She looked up at Keefe's room. "c'mon Keefe you always find a way" she sighed and moved to the back of the small bundle trying to find a way to stay hidden. She would try and escape but who would she go to from there. No one cared enough to help.

Keefe snatched up a couple things before steeling himself and leaning against the wall as his dad barged in. He stayed hidden mostly in the shadows so Cassius couldn't see his wounded face.

"Where have you been you stupid boy!? You have to come home some day! If you had the brains of a salamander you would know you'd get punished for this!" Cassius snarled, stalking up and promptly slapping Keefe across the face.

Keefe couldn't manage not to let out a yelp of pain- that hurt so darn bad! His hand flew to his face for a second before he glared at his father, opening his mouth to say something when he heard a scream. "Ch-" He cut himself off as he realized he shouldn't say her name in front of Cassius, then bolted. However, he was too slow and his father snatched his arm.

"Don't you dare leave so soon, boy. You are coming back to the mansion, and I will use whatever force necessary." Cassius threatened.

"Stop it! Didn't you HEAR that!? I'm sorry that your brain doesn't function half as fast as a hippos but something bad is obviously happening!" Keefe snarled, ripping his arm free just to have Cassius shove him into a wall.

"I will beat you to smithereens, boy. Don't you defy me again." He hissed. As Keefe tried to break free again Cassius kneed the boy in the stomach.

Keefe doubled over quickly, groaning in pain as he sank onto the floor. With his broken ribs, the pain was unimaginable. Stars danced on his vision and blackness crept in around the sides. The pain was too much. Way too much. There was a faint slamming of a door, then Cassius got dragged out by... awww crap. A giant man. Thankfully the man didn't see him. Keefe waited until he could breath again before dragging himself to his feet, his breathing ragged from pain as he grabbed a gun and some daggers then stumbled out. Yes he had to help everyone, but Christine was most important right now. Keefe snuck up to a place with a fire alarm and flicked it on. Sirens wailed in the building, and 911 was immediately called. He then stumbled over to a sprinkler and lit a match right below it, causing it to slowly overheat and turn on, causing a chain reaction. All the sprinklers in the entire building turned on. Keefe staggered down the stairs and hoped he wasn't leaving a blood trail, stepping into a side hallway to rest a moment.

Christine held onto someone, she had no clue who the person was, but no one cared. Everyone stayed silent as their lives hung in the balance. One of the men slowly came towards the small group and started seperating them. One grabbed Christine by the arm, "let go of me" she yelled. Without a thought he pinned her to the ground with his hand, she tried wriggiling out, it was no use. She screamed out "help", sirens started blaring and some sort of water started flowing. Christine smiled, "keefe" she said softly knowing he was behind the sirens. "to the back of the building now" one of the stronger men shouted. "Oh no, please dont tell me there's gonna be a shoot out" christine closed her eyes for a moment she opened them and walked towards the back of the building, she looked down and noticed a small thin line of a red substance. "what in the world" she slowly followed the red line keeping clear of the men and staying in the shadows. "Hello? anyone there?" hearing gunshots from behind her she dove into the hall and pushed herself up against a door. Christine peeked out, more gunshots were heard and she sunk deeper and deeper into the hall. "keefe, where are you" she asked in an anxious voice.

Keefe grit his teeth as he heard yells and screams. +get your lazy pained butt moving!+ he thought, pushing himself forward step by step. He took out his gun and loaded a magazine into it. He had plenty of magazines, and handguns were dead accurate if the human was accurate- aaaand he had a lot of practice. Keefe crept along the halls till he heard a gunshot, then he jogged as fast as he could towards the noises. At the back of the building he saw six men and a group of hostages. They were shooting at a security guard that they obviously missed. The guard was holding his own, but not for long. Keefe didn't see Christine, which made him all the more terrified she was hurt. He crept in the shadowed hallways behind the men before silently slipping out and covering one's mouth, quickly dragging the guy back into the shadows. He pressed a nerve, and the giant man fell asleep. "Nighty night." Keefe whispered, finding some rope and tying the guy up. None of the others noticed. He moved to the next guy and jerked that guy backwards, then pressed a nerve aaand the man was out. That was when Keefe noticed his EXTREMELY angry looking father in the crowd. He couldn't say he was very ashamed at the first thing his mind flew to. +Rich Man, Cassius Sencen, dies in a hotel hostage situation after being shot in the crossfire.+ He closed his eyes for a moment before slipping through the halls once more. A lone man seemed to be searching for someone. Keefe jumped up and swiftly held a knife to the guys throat. "Don't scream or I cut." He hissed in the man's ear before hitting the nerve with the side of his hand and watched the guy crumple. After tying this one up, he knew there was only three left, but he couldn't take them out one by one because they were all grouped closely together. He sucked in another breath. He didn't want to do this but he didn't see another way. Keefe crept out onto the *battlefield* zone without being noticed and took up positions behind something that would stop bullets from hitting him. He then swiftly popped up and with a loud bang one man went down. The other two, shocked, didn't start shooting at Keefe until he was safe again. He heard running footsteps so he jumped out, and bolted towards them. Knocking the gun out of one of their hands, he managed to squeeze the trigger and that man was down, but he knew in fights there was always consequences and time seemed to slow down as he realized his might be life threatening. A searing pain through his leg paired with a loud gunshot made him crumble to his knees with a scream of agony. Hole GUACAMOLE!!! It hurt so bad! Yes it was a gunshot but OWWWW. The man loomed over him, thinking he was out, and Keefe, sweating with pain, pulled out a knife and stabbed the man. Then it was over. He didn't dare even try get up from the ground, groaning, he could already feel the blood seeping out of him.

Christine not hearing anymore gunshots left the dark hall and quietly walked out. She breathed out slowly, letting her hopes of finding Keefe fly away. Hearing groaning coming, she followed the noise and stopped, there was Keefe. She waited a second, no more shots were heard, so she raced over. She gently started shaking him, "Keefe, Keefe you ok, dont die, c'mon Keefe". Emergency people started coming from everywhere to help the injured, Christine barley saw any of that. Her world was in a blur, all she wanted was for Keefe to be alright. Someone had grabbed Keefe and were moving him towards a vehicle. Christine was wrapped in a blanket and offered a warm drink she declined, "can i ride in there" she asked pointing towards the ambulance Keefe was in, "No sorry, there isnt enough room" She looked over and noticed Keefes father sitting next to him in an ambulance. "Perfect, just perfect" she grumbled. Turning her face she looked for someone who could give her a ride. After a number of declines she finally got invited by someone to ride with them to the hospital.

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They got to the hospital and Christine marveled at how caotic everyone was. She asked the receptionist about Keefe but she wouldnt say much. Christine groaned and walked over to a nearby chair, fainting before she reached it. The next thing she knew she was looking up to a white ceiling. She looked beside her and noticed her Aunt texting on her phone "good your awake, hurrp up and grab your things. We're leaving". Christine looked at her horrified, "i'm not leaving", "If you dont come with me right now I'll never speak or have anything to do with you again" Christine smiled "fine with me" her Aunt huffed and stormed out from the hospital, clearly not finished with whatever she had planned. "Aunty never gives up this easily" she grumbled

Keefe was rushed away in an ambulance- though he couldn't really tell much. He had blacked out from the pain quite quickly actually, and at this point was disgusted with his weak approach. He awoke laying in a hospital bed and staring at the ceiling. The smell of medicine tickled his nose. Groggy, he glanced down at his body, which looked like it was hooked up to every machine in the hospital. Wires and tubes ran literally everywhere. Keefe slowly lifted his hand, freezing as he noticed his father sitting in the corner.

"Oh good. You're alive. I hope that hurt, because I will be doing a lot worse to you when we get home." Cassius stood and hissed the words in Keefe's ear.

"YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT. WHAAAAAT. NO ONE WOULD HAVE GUESSED. OH MY GOSH. EVERYONE RUSH OVER HERE. LIFE IS HORRIBLE." Keefe yelled loudly to bring attention to the room, then glared at this father, but there was a small hint of a smile behind it. He had recorded every word. As soon as Christine had left, before Cassius had come in, Keefe had put a recording microchip in his ear- he had designed it himself to be hard to see and to pick up on small noises. Now that was too hard of evidence for the police to ignore. At least one good thing happened. As nurses rushed in Keefe pointed shakily at Cassius, his face white. "That man tried to kill me! He was unplugging the machines!" Sure enough, a machine WAS unplugged, but it was Keefe's doing. He wasn't letting his father in here. The people escorted an infuriated Cassius out, while a nurse checked Keefe's vitals. "Can you please get someone called Christine? Is she here?" He asked with a hint of concern. "Is she okay? I want to see her."

Christine layed in her hospital, sulking. A nurse came in "there's someone who wants to see you" Christine looked up towards the nurse and slowly got out, "we wouldnt normally do this as you should be resting but he seems very agitated" she whispered into Christines ear. Could it be Keefe? He made it out alive? She pushed the thoughts aside trying to not get herself worked up. The nurse led her to a dark room. Christine peered in trying to work out who and where this person was. All the cords and devices running everywhere frightened her and for a second she felt like running back. "Keefe!" She had spotted him. Slowly she made her way through with a new spring of joy. "your alive! You made it through". She looked down and noticed how wrapped up his body was. She winced at how much pain she could imagine him in right now.

Keefe watched the nurse leave, fidgeting a little and trying to sit up. He let out a small squeak of pain as he did. Darn that hurt! He then slowly pulled the hospital blanket off of his legs and grimaced as he saw the damage. His leg looked a lot like processed hamburger- that bullet did some damage. The wound was covered, but the area around it managed to be pale and bloodstained at the same time. He let the blanket fall back over it with a small groan, gingerly leaning back against the headrest thingy. He was bruised all over and still hurt from the fight a couple days ago. The doctors had to know he had broken ribs. A familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts. His icy blue gaze lit up as he saw Christine. "You're okay! Are you okay? And of course I'm alive. It's not like I got shot or anything." He grinned, though the look was pained.

Christine smiled, "I'm fine! Didnt get hurt, only fainted so made the nurses stressed out" she giggled and looked towards his wounds, "are you alright? Seems you really got the most of things" she looked to the ground and ignored the nurse that had come in to check on Keefe's vitals.

(sorry wasnt much)

Keefe blew out a relieved breath, wincing as he sank back a little. "You're good at making people stress out." He commented with a weak smile. "I'll... be fine. Someday. Bruised and broke from head to toe, but alive, so that's... a plus." He sounded a little less convinced at the end. Maybe everything would be better if he was dead. +No, shut up+ he thought, shaking his head slightly.