Third person POV:

Oliver gasped and ran over to (Y/n), falling onto his knees as he took in her appearance.

"Oh poppet! What happened to you?" He asked. (Y/n) pointed to the dead man on the floor.

"This guy broke into your house and began breaking things. He cursed a lot and said stuff about revenge or something. I went to go stop him, but he threw glass at me and broke your table. So I broke Mr Allen's rule and shot him with the gun lots of times before ripping his chest open and squishing his heart with my hands. Then I continued watching my movie." (Y/n) explained.

"What the f***!!!" Allen yelled, kicking the dead body. "You don't f**king attack a little girl with a f**king knife s***head!"

"Damn right..." Matt muttered. Francois walked over and picked (Y/n) up.

"We need to get the knife out of her before she dies from blood loss." He said simply. 

"I'll help. You two take care of the body." Matt said. Allen continued cursing loudly while Oliver began dragging the body to the basement. Francois and Matt brought (Y/n) into the bathroom.

"Alright, this might hurt..." Francois mumbled. (Y/n) nodded.

"Go ahead." Francois swiftly pulled the knife from her back while Matt took her shirt off. Tears pricked the corners of (Y/n)'s eyes as she bit her lip, trying not to scream in pain. Francois and Matt began cleaning the stab wound and wrapping it with bandages.

"I'll get her something to wear." Matt said, walking off. Francois gave (Y/n) another quick bath to clean the rest of the small cuts from the glass.

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Once (Y/n) was all clean, Matt walked back into the bathroom. His eyes narrowed at the scars briefly before helping (Y/n) put the red and white t shirt on.

"How do you feel?" Matt asked. (Y/n) smiled.

"Good! Thank you for helping me Mr Matt, Mr Cois." Francois ruffled (Y/n)'s hair before walking off. Matt picked (Y/n) up and walked back downstairs. Oliver was picking up the shards of glass while Allen was picking up the peices of the coffee table.

"Mr Matt, can I help?" (Y/n) asked, looking up at Matt.

"You need to rest. No one wants you getting even more hurt." Matt replied, sitting down on the couch. He wrapped his arms around (Y/n) protectively as she sat on his lap.

"Can I help without moving?" (Y/n) asked. Matt hummed in response. "I'll take that as a yes then." (Y/n) squeezed her eyes shut, her hands balling up into fists as she focused. A (f/c) glow surrounded the broken glass as it all floated back into place, as if it was never broken. The glow then moved to the coffee table and into the kitchen, fixing all the dishes that were shattered and the door.

"What the f***!?!" Allen yelled, placing the now fixed coffee table back down.

"What was that?" Oliver asked. (Y/n) smiled weakly before falling limp in Matt's arms.

"Who knew Earth had magic." Matt said, shrugging.

"Holy s***!!! That was f**king Earth?!" Allen yelled, pointing at the sleeping child.

"Swear jar Allen!" Oliver said.

"F*** you old man!" Allen yelled, tossing three coins into the jar.

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A days later, (Y/n) yawned and sat up. She rubbed her eyes sleepily only to see that she was snuggled up with Kuma. Loud yelling and swearing was coming from downstairs.

"Kuma...? Where'd Mr Matt go?" (Y/n) asked sleepily. Kuma stood up and grabbed the back of (Y/n)'s shirt, walking downstairs. Once they got downstairs, Kuma placed (Y/n) back on her feet, sitting protectively behind her.

"Get the f*** out of our house! Earth isn't any use to our f**king plans yet!" Allen yelled.

"If she isn't any use to you-a yet then why hasn't she-a been killed?" A new voice asked. "You-a seem to have gotten quiet attached to-a Earth." 

"Shut the f*** up!"

"The potion will wear off soon. Then Earth can be used for our plan." Oliver said, putting his hands on his hips. "But until then, we need her alive."

"Tch. If things keep-a going they way they are-a now, you-a won't want to continue our plan." The voice said. "I-a think I-a should take the kid until the potion wears off."

"No f**king way s***head!" Allen roared, gripping his bat tightly. The man grabbed a throwing knife from his jacket and threw it at Allen. It just barley missed his head and stuck itself into a wall near (Y/n). (Y/n) grabbed the knife and walked back towards Kuma.

"Kuma, can you pick me up please?" (Y/n) asked quietly. Kuma gently threw (Y/n) onto his back, making her a lot taller. "Thank you." She whispered before throwing the knife back at the man. It nicked the side of his cheek, making it bleed. (Y/n) jumped off Kuma and stood in front of Allen.

"Don't touch Mr Allen. He didn't do anything to you!" (Y/n) stated, putting her arms out. The man in front of her touched his cheek before licking the blood off his fingers. He chuckled as (Y/n) turned to Allen and Oliver.

"Mr Allen? Mr Ollie? What's going on?" (Y/n) asked, tugging on Allen's pant leg. Allen and Oliver looked down, their features softening slightly as they looked at the small girl.

"Nothing doll. Go on back to bed." Allen said, crouching down to (Y/n)'s height and ruffling her hair.

"So this is the-a last piece to our-a plan, huh? You-a got good aim." (Y/n) looked back at the man.

"You look like Mr Italy." She stated. The man growled lowly as he glared at (Y/n).

"I'm-a nothing like that-a coward." The man spat. (Y/n) winced at the venom in his voice before crossing her arms.

"Mr Italy isn't a coward! He just doesn't want to fight unless he has to." (Y/n) said.

"Poppet, go on back to bed please. Allen and I are almost done here." Oliver said. (Y/n) puffed her cheeks out but nodded.

"Okay..." She mumbled.

"Matt, you go with her please." Oliver called as (Y/n) walked upstairs. Matt grunted but got up from his chair and walked after (Y/n). Kuma followed close behind. The three walked into the spare bedroom (Y/n) had been staying in. (Y/n) sat on the bed while Kuma lied down on the floor, falling asleep.

"Mr Matt, who was that? The man with the knives?" Matt sat down on the bed.

"That is Luciano. One of our...... Acquaintances..."

"Oh... He seems nice. I think he needs a hug... Or a punch to the face. Whatever one helps." (Y/n) said, shrugging. Matt smirked and chuckled quietly.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"We're going to go hunting."