Better lock your pockets... (Mature for laungage)

[Poison Ivy]

Sterling walked away from the house and towards the alley.

[Darcy]

7 Sighed, She looked at her coat, whitch still fit her, and contumplated walking over to it.

[Poison Ivy]

Someone grabbed her and pushed her against a wall. Sterling kicked whoever it was away and ran shouting for help.

[Darcy]

7 who had her window opean herd her, She grabed her coat, threw it on, and slipped out the door, and down the stairs.

[Poison Ivy]

Sterling ran as fast as she could. The guy was hot on her heels.

[Darcy]

7 who was rather fast, Climbed a fence and eded up wright infront of them.

[Poison Ivy]

Sterling vaulted over the fence. The guy shoved 7 aside and went after Sterling.

[Darcy]

7 growled, adn follwed, She grabbed "Her knife" Out of her coat And in hand watched them. All three ended up in a small boxed in alley.

[Poison Ivy]

Sterling got slammed into a wall once again. The guy smiled. "Can't get away now can ya?" he asked.

[Darcy]

7 Grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt. "Move, And you no longer have an appendix, Touch her, And your dead." Her voice was like ice.

[Poison Ivy]

Sterling whimpered. The guy smiled. "You wouldn't care the one thing that Sterling has left would you?" he asked.

[Darcy]

7 movied her knife close to his spine. "Who are you" She hissed.

[Poison Ivy]

Sterling whimpered. The guy smiled. "I would tell you, but I'm sure you'd rather save your boyfriend than here who I am..." he hissed in his stone cold voice.

[Darcy]

7 pushed her knife into his back, making a deap cut. "Now what was that?" She hissed

[Poison Ivy]

Sterling gasped and vaulted over the fence, running back to her house.

The guy smiled and pulled out his gun pointing it straight at her stomach. "The girl was wise... Death comes to those who least expect it..." he said.