The Final Countdown; (Tag: You know who you are!)

My feet simply don't cooperate the way I'd like them to or is it another part of my body? I'm not sure. All I know is that between stumbling, falling, getting back up, running intermitted with walking I can bareyl breath but my fear for her keeps me going. I know exactly all the terrible things that Jins will do to her. I could letme imagination run wild with cruel images. Plus I'm certain that Kyanite will be the first person he will find.

All I can hope, while I stumble along the last set of houses that seperates me from her home, is that Brody will have reached her in time.

Even from 50 meters down the street I can hear a shot go off inside the house.
A few people have stopped across the street and are staring towards that small white house with the front porch.

A burst of adrenalin makes me speed up again as my lungs open up enough to at least allow me to jog past those onlookers, past her fence and up the front porch where seemingly a life time ago Kyanite froze half to death because I had pushed her put of my life. What an idiot I've been.

My right foot slips on something wet- a long line of red droplets.

The door stands half open so I enter with nothing but that piece of wood in my hands for my own defense. Right now I don't care about my own safety. I don't waste one second thinking about what Jins did to me when we last met. All I want is for her and our baby to be out of harms way. She needs to be safe. With all I have I hope that shot didn't hit her.

Inside my eyes need a second to adjust. Then I shudder at her and Brody who are just a few feet down the hallway on the ground, screaming and on the verge of loosing all that matters as the man, who has been obsessessed with Kyanite since they were little kids holds a gun in his hands.

I can't tell who's been shot and where, only that they're both on the wooden floor boards with blood splattered across it.
I'm terrified and boiling over with anger against this freaking lunatic at the same time.

Unable to think straight I do the only thing that comes to mind, which is hauling off and throwing the wooden plank in my hands at him with as much force as I manage since I don't have a gun or any more suitable projectile.

The hallway. The stairs. The doors to my family's private rooms and sleeping areas. The livingroom downstairs is as good as hardly ever used now and the kitchen is only used for special meals when Jeran is home. This house... is not a home anymore. It's a desolate wasteland and suddenly, this place has become nothing but a haunted house about to happen. Louds gunshots ring out and someone's voice bellowing out. The scuffle I hear downstairs is scaring me to death to the point I almost want to go back into my baby's soon to be room and just cuddle up to a stuffed animal I had when I was just a mere child. Instead, I'm forced to decide between getting to safety and staying where I'm at.

The only thing in my way of deciding to just go back and hide is the fact that Brody is down there fighting for my life. He's putting himself in harms way to protect me. He's doing his job. He's doing what peacekeepers are suppose to do.

"Run, Ky! Run!"

I hear those words from Brody, meaning there must be a clear path to get down the stairs and try to make it out of the house in time for him to do what he must need to. He's going to kill Jins if he's given that chance...

I hope he does.

I want him dead...

I don't want to be afraid anymore.

Slowly, I pull myself to my feet and feel that numbing pain again in my abdomen. I'm not sure what I did, but the movements hurt. "Hang on Sprout. Okay.. just bear with me, baby... I'm trying. I'm trying to get us to safety." I whisper out, rubbing my stomach and a twist of my vision occurs for a split second as I regain my bearings and hold on tight to the railing on the stairs. Each step down, I'm forced to come to terms with the possiblity that I might have to run back upstairs should I see Jins's face peering up at me. I need to be able to get away from him before he touches me. Before he can touch my baby... I have to do everything I can to protect my little one. For my sake and Matthew's, this is why we've gone through what we have.

I take the last few steps with a bit faster movements until the fight gets a little too close for comfort. Suddenly, I stop at the bottom of the stairs because Jins appears out of nowhere and right within reaching distance. I gasp inaudibally. Then he advances on me. I can't hear what's going on around me, but I start to climb the stairs again... eager to get out of his way.

Then suddenly, Jins turns his gaze away from me at the last minute after threatening me to attack my savior again. This time, it was a lot more brutal. It was a lot more harsh and bone crushing. I know what it sounds like to have a bone broken before. I know what it feels like to have multiple bones broken before. I know because Jins crushed my hand beneath the hilt of his sword when I was twelve... lucky for me, there was no permanent damage. It healed perfectly. So, when I see the pain Brody is in, I know that the foot into his chest must have done something wrong. Even more so, when, again, Jins threatens my life and the sound of a tremendous crack could be heard, I know everything was goign to be safe now.

Somethign inside of me grew with hope. Something inside wanted to jump for joy, but all good things come to an end. All good things must always have a downfall and that seems to end with the gun and the shot ringing out in the house.

Glass breaks.

My voice elicites this horrible scream and my body fails me.

I collaspe to my knees, needing to just rest and get back to square one. I don't feel like I can go on anymore. The pain is increasing around to my back but my head swims with pressure that I can't control. Too many things are going on. Too much stress... stress isn't good for Sprout and I feel like I'm paying for it in pain.

"Kyanite, we need to go." I feel him yank on my arm, pulling me up to go with him. I try as hard as I can to get back to my feet that will hardly hold my weight, yet with him, it seems doable. Just as soon as we get to our feet, I barely get a glimpse of that gun pointing to me again when he suddenly just lets it go.

Speechless.

No words...

I can't express what the feeling is when he suddenly jerks me behind him in the very last moment when that barrel was being pointed at me. He either stepped in front of me or pushed me behind him, but when he starts to fall backwards on me, it's all I can do to try to keep him from landing on me completely, yet trying to keep him from hitting the ground. The only bad part of it all was that we both collasped to the ground and his weight pushes down heavily on my legs.

I feel frozen. Laying on the ground, with his weight on my legs. My back against the ground. My feet trapped and unable to move. Then his voice. No? His scream seems to fill that void and I move slightly to asses my own damages. This time, the pain is throbbing around my midsection and in my back, but I push it aside when I see the blood forming on my saviors shirt. Pulling my legs back to my body, I free myself and instantly huddle over Brody's body, placing my hand on the wound that he's trying to do the same.

"I got it... I got it, Brody..." Is the only thing that comes from my mouth. That is, until I see whose suddenly came in the house. His face hits me first, and then the rest of him. Every aspect of him. His flushed face and growing hair. That look on his face that means serious business.

"MATTHEW!" I scream out and let the tears fall from my eyes. "Brody's shot... HE'S SHOT... OH MY GOD... HE'S HURT..."

I push harder on the wound, trying to get it to stop bleeding as the red stains my fingers. Both of us are covered in blood. Both of us are having one hell of a day and neither of us feel up to dealing with it much more. His yells of pain just won't stop as he wriths in pain. I don't even care to look over at Jins right now because I'm trying to keep this man alive. I dont even know what I'm doing, but I'm trying anyways. Maybe, he'll be alright. I hope and pray he'll live...

"Help is coming, Brody. I'm not going to leave you. I won't leave you, Brody." I want to thank him for what he did. I didn't even realize what he did until we fell. He protected me. Question is, why? I hold no significance for him. Why would he take a bullet for me? This was my fight... my end. On the other side of the room, I hear the voices because someone yells my name.

"Kyanite... ARE YOU KIDDING ME... You and two guys? Who the fuck is the father... WHO IS?" I can hear the extreme pain he's in as he stands awkwardly against the wall, keeping his leg off the ground, bouncing around on one foot. His other knee was severely broken, I could see that, plainly.

Instead of answering him, I keep the hold on the wound that Brody shows. His face is becoming increasingly pale and his skin looks clammy. With the back of my hand, I place it against his cheek and feel nothing but a cold chill. "He's dying... my god... he's dying..."

I shake my head.

"No.. Brody! DON'T DIE ON ME. Please... I beg, you. Don't close your eyes. Please stay awake. Don't close your eyes..." I plead with him when I notice his eyes starting to droop. His eyesight becoming far away from his normal self. They stare into the ceiling without moving, but his chest still rising and falling. Closer and closer, his eyes fall together until their just slits. "WAKE UP... BRODY... WAKE UP!" \

1426 - PAT

"I got it... I got it, Brody..."

Kyanite's worried, scared tone makes this whole house sound like a hospital. She's trying to asses the damages the bullet just did. She's trying effortlessly to save her 'boyfriend'. It takes everything I've got to look through my one good eye, tunneled, at her. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, dipping down to touch Brody's shoulders as tears fall. Her mouth moving, no, quivering as she puts her hands on the wound. His shirt is becoming increasingly red. Serves him right. She should never have gotten together with someone who was suppose to be with me. He should have thought long and hard that she was taken whether or not she said anything. It's her fault he's dying. It's always her fault...

"Be gone..." I mumble as I push myself to sit up. Then, in a matter of moments, she screams his name. Not her boyfriends, but someone else. Someone that I've already tangled with. The one I stabbed with that knife. The guy that defiled my Kya first. Turned her against me. He's the one that already tried to kill me once. An eye for an eye. Now, the new game begins. It's a best two out of three. I will be the one on top. I've got the weapon. I've got the skills. Although, my knee is slightly out of whack, I'm going to make this count. Once and for all, the men in Kya's life will be gone just as she will be. Get rid of the problem to reach a solution.

One down. One to go. The prize awaits.

"Help is coming, Brody. I'm not going to leave you. I won't leave you, Brody." I shake my head.

"Too... b..a..d... that he'll.. he'll... he'll be dead before you can s...save hi..him." I stutter. My head sways to the side, but in an unlikely moment, something hits me. Something flat out knocks into my body and I stumble to the force backward, catching myself.

"Kyanite... ARE YOU KIDDING ME? You and two guys? Who the fuck is the father.... WHO IS?" I hear the drumming heartbeat in my ears. I sense nothing but anger and pain. Yet, she's the one who saying nothign to me. Suddenly, I don't matter at all.

I'm nothing but a rotting corpse to-be and as I shove the peice of board out of my way, I turn to get a better look at the dying man in her arms. The man whose bleeding out and painting my Kya with red. The blood is on her hands. Not mine.

A devilsh grin appears on my face and without notice something barrels into me. Someone has taken advantage of my ego and taken me to the wall, pinning me just so. My knee twisting in ways it shouldn't because of the break that makes me howl in pain, growling feriously.

"FUCK YOU, MATTHEW..."

The grip on the gun is lost and it falls down, but luckily, with the chances, I fall as well, unable to keep my footing. Again, my hand reaches out to grab the gun as Kya keeps screaming in the background. It was now or never. Two for one. She gets to watch each time.

"DIE!" I lift my hand upward and don't even see where I'm shooting. My eyesight is practically fucked right now. Coordination and all, I let out two shots and nothing but silence rings deathly loud in my ears. My finger stays on the trigger, but the gun is lowered without energy to raise it.

591 - PAT

There's so much blood. So much red. It's hard to keep it together with what I'm dealing with. It's my hands on Brody trying to keep him from dying on me. I'm doing everything I can to keep him awake, but it isn't working. He's just lost too mucch blood already.

"I'm sorry..." I whisper out to him as the tears fall from my eyes and soak into his shirt. I shake my head side to side slowly as I try to keep up with what's going on around me... that is until I hear the shots ringing outward and my first instinct is that Jins is trying to shoot me again. His bullets are so close to Brody, that I feel I need to protect him as well, too. With every ounce of courage I can muster, I cover his body with my own. I protect his face and his stomach. I feel my body being wracked with tremors as I await the horendous pain that I think the bullets are going to cause but when nothing happens, I finally look up.

Matthew and Jins are fighting. His fist barreling into Jins's face over and over again. I can't help but watch and get a sickening feeing to my stomach. It's taking everything in me not to expell the contents of my stomach, so I tear my eyes off the scene and let my hands find Brody's wound again. This time, I'm looking around for something to help soak up the blood. Something to press over the wound, but there's nothing.

Just my hands.

Just my determination is all I have. I will not let him die...

"Brody... please, I beg you, don't die on me. You saved my life... you can't die. You have to fight it. Fight him... please don't let him win." I whisper out to him and just keep my mind on trying to keep my savior from dying...

.....

"DIE..." My voice barrels out with the harshest tone I can manage. I'm somewhere between conscious and going under. The pain is so bad. Hurting so much that I didn't even think it was possible. All this for her...

All of this.

For her.

Kyanite...

The bullets come out one by one. The sound of the first hitting the wall was disappointing. My aim is off. My sight is off. The only thing that isn't wrong is my hearing. With it, comes silence as the second shot seems to have gotten me just a few moments to wait for Matthew's howl of pain. Sadly....

Nothing.

Not even a fake bout of pain but instead, my world gets turned upside down. In a flash, the gun is practically ripped from my hands and thrown away from me. My only salvation and claim to life is gone and I can't seem to go after it because the next second, his fist graces my face and after the third time, I seem to just lay in a void. I don't know why I was so stupid enough to let that mother-fracking man actually get a good hit. I can't believe that after just once, he took me down so fast.

I was previously injured. That's it? It was that chick... she started this. I bring out a damaged smile the moment I could think about her being dead already. There's no way she couldn't be dead. I shot her. She was bleeding out. She couldn't have found a way out of the woods... not as far as I took her. She coudln't have called out for help. She was too far away from anyone. She probably just crawled into some hole to die...

Something jabs harshly into my ribs causing me to expell the air in my lungs and force the breath back with nothing but pain. Coughing and turning over, I force myself to my knees and look to two places. Matthew struggling to go get the gun then to Kyanite as she holds a dying man's life in her hands... Which would be more satisfying?

Her? The man? Or the man's child?

Without even a moment to spare, I crawl to the pair and as she tries to fight my hand to stay away from Brody, it's my grasp on her arm that pulls her away. Her nails dig deep into my skin, but I've got a vice grip on her life. With my other hand, I jerk her head back until it meets with the ground and she's got nowhere else to go but to lay there and stare at me.

"Bye-bye, baby..."

....

The weight pressing down on Brody feels useless. His skin is feeling colder. His eyes have completely shut. His body seems to be reacting in such a manner that I'm terrified that if anymore minutes pass by, then I will have ceased to save his life just as he did mine. Why was I the one that had to have Jins to be my bully? Why did he have to be in my class and tease me? Why did he have to hurt me in front of his friends then force me to play that damn game?

Why did I save his life?

"I'm sorry I let you down, Brody..." I feel hopeless. Like, this really is the end. I hear a helicopter like machine overhead, but unsure of what that's suppose to actually be. Is help finally arriving? Am I going to be given a break and let someone more qualified to help, keep him from dying? What I'm doing is futile...

Then another set of hands appear beside me, and pull on my hands away from Brody's body. My vision sets upon Jins. His bloodied face. His purple skin. His swollen lips and cheeks. The sight of it alone scares the hell out of me and I push to fight back to keep him from making me release my charge. My shoulder rams against him but he gets a grip of my hair and jerks me backwards until I'm pulled away from my patient and laying on the ground with him staring down at me.

No... not again. Don't try to hurt me again. Stay away from my baby... don't try to force yourself on me. Please... my baby..."

"Bye-bye, baby..." His fist raises slowly, but on the way down, something inside of me snaps. My own body seems to take control, and my hand goes directly for his throat, jamming my knuckles into his windpipe and he lurches backwards away from me with a horrible gasp for air.

Shaking, I roll to my side and keep my gaze away from Jins. This time, my eyes lay upon Brody, it looks even more grim... So much blood...

PAT - 1115

With my hand on her hair, keeping her head pushed against the ground, I know I've won. Yet again, she's under my control. That very look that she gives me each time this ever happened. EAch time, that look in her eyes that gives me that moment of power. It's exactly what I feed off of. She's the only one that I've ever found that gives me this kind of satisfaction again. Just when it looks like she's going to cry... when she's going to close her eyes and let me give her a definate lesson, she brings her fist up and nails me right in my throat.

Throbbing pain. A wheezed intake of breath. I push myself away from her with the added momentum that she gave me as well. I choke with the need to breath. A cluttered cough to gain the air back into my lungs and keep my head from swimming in the aftermath of it all. In all the moments that happen, she turns her attention away from me. She goes back to the man who lies bleeding on the ground. Now, is the time to make her pay. Two birds with one stone. Three lives to spend. I'm not going to let her make a fool out of me again...

From where sit, my hand graces upon the glass from the picture that shattered. Just enough for a good weapon, my fingers grip hard on the shard of glass and I feel the pinch of the edge push into my palm. A little pain goes a long way and with it, I raise it to meet with her flesh. My sights are set upon her stomach. That life that was created that isn't mine. That baby that will never see the light of day... and its mother along with it. My Kya....

"I lov..."

*BAM*

Pain rips through my chest. A massive amount of ice runs through my vein. Slowly, it stops my movements. It's just enough that I am able look to where the bullet came from. The grip on the shard of glass, loosening in my grip. A sickening feeling rips through my throat as something comes to my tastebuds.

Blood? Blood... copper... why am I tasting...

The grip on the glass is just barely in my hands, but with my last moments, I raise it again. If I'm going down... she will, too. She... will...

*BAM*

.................

I roll away from him as fast as I can. It's the only chance that I've got. My heart is thumping wildly, protruding into my ears, causing the outside motions and voices just seem like drowned out voices and vibrations of sounds. My breath hitches in my throat as I stare down at Brody. The blood that's leaving his body as a reminder of what Jins just did to me. How he tried to break me. I got that one punch though. I got that satisfaction of what it felt like to fight back against him. That part makes my fingers shake and my legs feel like heavy weights have been locked onto my ankles. Yet, I feel frozen once again. Something... I'm not sure what, but something isn't right. Something is just begging to make itself known to me and about the time that I turn my head, I see the shard of glass.

He's goign to kill me. He's goign to kill Sprout... He is going to finally do what he's been torturing me to do for ten years... don't Jins. Don't kill my baby...

I dont feel I have the means necessary to fight him off with the shard of glass. At least, if I try to protect my stomach, Sprout may have a better chance of living. So, I curl myself into a ball. Hunched over my bent knees and cover my sides in hopes that the shard will stop in time before it will touch my stomach. As long as my baby...

*BAM*

I tremble where I lay curled up.

Tears release themselves drowning the floor beneath me.

One long heavy breath....

*BAM*

I release all tension in my body and just shake my head. I don't want to see what just happened. All I hear, is something hitting the floor and shattering then the sound of the body falling next. I know exactly who it is. I know exactly what happened. Jins... is dead.

I bring my head up to look at Matthew. His face so stricken with so many emotions, I'm not sure I can pinpoint just one. I'm sure I look like death, but I'm not the one dying. Without looking at the body that just fell, I sloppily make my two strides back to Brody and place my hands on his wound again about the time that the door is busted open with shouts of men. I don't pay attention at all. I keep my eyes trained on the man in front of me. Shock completely keeping me from really understanding what's going on.

A pair of gloved hands touch my shoulders, pulling on me to get back but I fight. "No! He's going to die. I have to help him! Please..." The grip on my shoulders is ever strong and the distance between me and Brody are lengthened. That's when I finally break down and turn into the person that's pulled me aside. I don't even know who it is now, but the fabric on their shirt is soft enough that I bury my head into them.

"Jins... killed him... Jins... killed Brody..." Racked with sobs, I bring a hand to clutch my stomach. The throbbing I feel making me wish that I could just go to sleep and wish this all away. Will it ever go away?

946 - PAT

Those hands pull me away from Brody. They loop under my arm and pull me away from the man who took the bullet for me. If he wasn't there, that would be me laying on the ground and he'd be trying to keep me and my baby alive. Now? As I tuck myself into the padded suit of the peacekeeper, it's become clear who it is. No one in the peacekeepers would be so gentle. No one else would be as kind to let me be holding on to them like this.

"Kya... it's okay. You're safe." His words kindly fill my head. His tone so distinct from any of the others. Jeran had came with the rest of the group that's flooding my house. I don't even have to look up at him to know it's him. I can just tell by the arms around me. It's that comfort of someone known. That touch of being loved and needing to be safe. "Kya... what happened?"

I shake my head slowly. Why weren't they hearing me? Jins is the one who killed Brody. He's the one that almost killed me. Then I realize I'm not speaking at all. It's just my mouth moving. An odd sound of a buckle being released and a hand under my chin brings my gaze up to meet with Jeran's face, now that his helmet is removed. "Matthew... saved me. Matthew shot him before.. he could kill me. Brody... too."

Somewhere near, I hear the medics tending to Brody. Something about a faint pulse and one bullet. I'm not really paying much attention but my eyes stay trained upon the men working on Brody.

"Are you hurt?" The voice sounds muffled. Then they ask again, getting in front of me to make me look at them instead of the scene in front of me. "Miss, are you hurt? Are you okay?"

I shake my head immediately. "Throbbing in my stomach... I'm pregnant." I tell them as Jeran seems to go rigid while I'm in his arms. I hope that what's happened isn't effecting my Sprout. I will never be able to forgive myself if something has happened to my baby. Though, for a moment, my attention goes straight to Jeran. "Where's Vy? He's hurt her... I think? Check her room... There was blood all over the walls when I got here. Please... find Vy! Find her!"

"Okay! Okay, Kya. I will. Relax. They are going to take care of you." His voice commands me, and I silently let go of him as a medic takes over, allowing me to lay on my left side as he assesses me. My gaze, though, goes to find Matthew. What I see is astonishing. They've got him on the ground. They've got him down as if he's the criminal.

I shake my head.

The medic in front of me is messing with some device on my arm as I start shouting out. "Matthew didn't shoot Brody. Matthew saved our lives. You hear me...? Jins... tried to kill us." The medic places a hand on my shoulder and tries to coax me to calm down. "Make them listen... it was Jins. He's the criminal. He was going to kill my baby."

538 - PAT

Only now, do I look over at the blank expression on Jins's face. Right now, as I stare into his body and see that his chest no longer moves, do I get this sense of satisfaction and relief. It's more of a security blanket then anything else. I know after all these years of torture and pain, that he'll never hurt me again. I will not have to think of him still having that chance to hurt my child in the years to come... only, he's done it already. He's hurting Sprout without even meeting him. The throbbing pain just stays around my middle, and around to my back. With Jeran gone, it's just these strange people and the peacekeepers around me. This time, Brody won't be there to make me feel comfortable. Their words aren't calming at all as they speak like robots. Just random bits of medical information. Asking me questions and the moments draw on as they secure Brody and start to take him out.

"How far along are you..." The medic asks as they do what they need to. Small pushes on my stomach near the sides, assessing things I don't understand. Small bouts of pain make me cringe. If only Matthew was beside me. If only they'd let him go. He didn't do anything but save my life. He's the one... and Brody who I owe so much to.

"Kyanite! Ky!" I look to the shouts of my name and see the peacekeepers take out their anger on the man who was found with the gun in the first place. My voice though, makes them stop and listen. They drag him closer to where I'm being tended to and the closer he gets, I want nothing more than to just hug him. I was his arms around me and whisper that everything is okay now.

"Ky, are you hurt?" I don't shake my head, nor do I nod. I don't know what's going on, but the peacekeeper that's got Matthew suddenly asks me a question.

"Did this man shoot anybody? He's not Jins Revenue?"

"No! That's not Jins Revenue." My voice isn't heard as they rely on their electronic equipment to look at a picture of the one whose done the evil bidding. They even ask Matthew who he is. His answer makes them realize they may have the wrong man.

"He's right... If he hadn't protected me, Brody nor I, would be alive..." I cringe and curl up into a ball as the medic announces he's ready to move me. I close my eyes, and just take a few deep breaths as instructed by the medic.

.....
His arms stiffen at the words that his sister's pain is around her midsection. That something might be wrong with the baby with the events that might have occured tonight. Did Jins actually touch her? Did she fall or is this more serious then he's thinking? Is her baby goign to survive this ordeal? It's barely been able to get used to life and already, twice, something has tried to take it away. There will be no third time. There will be nothing else to happen to his sister as long as he can help it. A silent promise to himself is enough to make sure if she and her child makes it through this, that he'll be more than grateful and tender with her care from now on.

"Where's Vy? He's hurt her..." She suddenly bursts out with. Something that seems to get him breathing harder. Their newest house guest might be missing. Kyanite's more than upset about it all and something she says makes all too much sense. If Vy was at the house then Jins could have very well done something to her before Ky had got home. Come to think of it, he never recalls her coming to the facility, either. No word from her at all.

"Okay! Okay, Kya. I will. Relax. They are going to take care of you." He gently releases her of his hold, and lays her down, being careful not to jolt her any more then she needs to be. Just as he gets up, another medic goes in her direction, but his grip is tight and sudden on his arm. "Make sure she's taken care of. She's my sister and I have legal guardianship over her. If either of them dies, it'll be on your head."

His hand releases his hold on the man and Jeran's suddenly taking the stairs three at a time. His gaze though, notices the blood on the wall, and for a moment, he lets his gloved hand touch one marking. Shaking his head, he knows it has to be Vy. She wouldn't go down without a fight. A fight.. that might be the ending with her life slowly seeping out somewhere. As he reaches the top of the stairs, he goes straight for her room, and as he opens it, notices the blood smears on the floor.

"Vy..." He notices the dresser next, somewhat ajar from its original positioning and the items strewn upon the floor. That in itself was enough for him. He knows her enough that while she's usually somewhat messy, in a sense having a child around, that this was enough for Ky to have that worry something happened. His speed is picked up when he reaches the other end of the bed and his eyes lay upon the messed up uniform on the floor. Just so casually dropped with not a care in the world. "VY!"

He turns around with haste, bolting down the stairs and heading straight down to his commanding officer in charge of this fleet. "Sir, Vy Pryce, I have every fiber in my being saying that Jins Revenue has done something to her. Looks like a struggle up in her room. Her uniform is on the floor. I don't think she ever showed up this morning..." His voice actually dipicts someone whose afraid of something, while still trying to keep his calm demeanor. However, his eyes lays upon his sister whose been put on a backboard and getting ready to be transported out. He closes the distance between them .

"Where is she? Do you know? Tell me, Kya.. please. Do you know anything?" The look in her eyes confirms what she was afraid of. That her longtime stalker has hurt her friend and his love interest. His attention is taken to something else as he looks to Matthew. "Will you go with her to the hospital. I have a job to do here. The first 24 hours are critical and I dont' know how badly Vy is hurt or if she's even..."

He stops himself and looks to the peackeeper that's holding Matthew. "He's not the guy your looking for. Matthew Dunham is not the guy you need to be locking up or taking in. He has only done what was needed to protect my sister. I trust this man with her life. That peice of shit..." His eyes go down to the guy on the ground, whose body is now covered. "... is the one that will be the only one suffering. Let him go. If you have to send someone to watch over him, but let him go in my place while I search for our missing peacekeeper."

Unbound and released, the hold on Matthew Dunham is given with Jeran's words. His mission now, starts with a chat to the man with a higher rank then him.

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