Mary:

I hear a second gunshot. Then, finally silence. I know what the silence means: death. If any of the soldiers that maniac slashed through were still alive, I would hear groans of pain, but I don't. Good men died today. Even though I know that, I don't look up to see the slaughter. I just focus on treating Night. Hopefully keeping enough blood in her body to keep her heart beating.

"Mary...what happened?" I hear a shaky voice ask. I look up to see Shane standing in front of me, his eyes wide and confused. I don't feel happy to see him. I don't feel relieved either. I feel angry. So angry that I jump away from Night to grab him by the shirt.

"Where have you been?" I roar. I let go of him as quickly as I grabbed unto him, realizing I left Night to bleed out. I go back to her, not wasting another breath on him.

"I'm sorry!" he stutters, dropping down to his knees to help. I give him a look that says: "don't touch her." He throws up his hands in surrender, his palms heating up until it looked liken a hot frying pan. "I can help. I can cauterize the wound to make it stop bleeding." I sigh, taking my hands away from Night. She would be dead by the time the ambulance got here. Shane nods, pressing his hands against her wound, but as soon as he touches her, its as if someone turned off his powers. The heat on his hand sputters then dies. Shane looks down at his hands in embarrassment. That's when I realize how tired he looks. Black bags hang from his blue eyes. He's so pale that it looks like the sun hasn't touched his skin in ages. It does look like something else touched him. Purplish, animal-like bites cover his neck; it looked like something wanted to eat him. I open my mouth to ask him, but Shane's sigh of relief stops me. His hands are burning again. "Its working!" he says, without waiting he tries again. Night is thrown back in consciousness, screaming as the scent of burning skin fills the air. I hold her arms down.

"Its done," Shane says, panting like a dog that's been in the sun too long. Night finally slips back into sleep, her bloody wound now black and burned. Surprisingly, I didn't feel relief. Night is alive. Shane, on the other hand, looks almost as close to death as she does.

"What really happened to you?" I say to him.

"I don't remember... I just know that I shouldn't have trusted her..." Shane admits, looking at the ground.

Shane:

A few hour before...

I wake up in a dingy hotel, every bone in my body aching. I struggle to sit up, every movement painful. When I finally do, I face a mirror and I see why my neck has been throbbing so much. Bite marks dominate my neck, but I'd be lying if I said they looked like hickeys. "Where am I?" I say, surprised to hear how shaky my voice sounded.

"Starlight Motel," I hear a voice answer. The voice begins to have a face as Window steps out of the shadows. She looks the same, but the look in her eyes are different. They're full of malice.

"Widow, how did I get here?" I ask frantically.

"You came here willing," she replies, taking a seat in front of me.What? I don't remember coming here at all... I look down at the filthy bed I'm on, feeling a panic attack starting. Widow tilts my chin up to look at her, but just for a moment she looks like something entirely different. Her beautiful grey eyes now resemble the eyes of a snake. The perfect nails on her fingertips now as sharp as a eagle's talons. Twisted, goat-like horns rest on her blonde hair. Her tail wrapping around my leg. I want run as her huge, bat-like wings unfold behind her, but I can't. I am frozen in her gaze. Then, as suddenly as the image appears it disappear. With a single blink, Widow looks human again. She gives me a smile that seems to say she knows exactly what I saw.

"Are you...human?" I ask.

"I think you know the answer to that question," Widow replies, with a almost cruel smile. With those words, she gets up and walks to the door. I want to get up and make her tell me everything that happened. Because this feeling of dread inside of me is telling me that I told her something I shouldn't have. I don't move though, no matter how much I want to. I just watch as she turns and says, "It's a shame we have to say goodbye so soon. You were by far the best man I've tasted." Then, she leaves.

Mary:

I have no words to answer Shane. Who shouldn't he have trusted? What doesn't he remember? The sound of sirens break me away from thoughts. Paramedics rush Night into an ambulance. A paramedic even convinces Shane to come with them. I can't help, but remember the night my family died as I watch the bodies of fallen soldiers be put in body bags. My reminiscing is cut short because James is in need of my help. I walk over to him, saving him from being arrested. If anyone is going to put handcuffs on him, its going to be me. Once the police officer is gone, I demand to know to the truth. "Tell me everything now," I order. James looks at me with eyes full of grief.

"I'm a...Hunter, but I was a Spirit Dancer first. I became one because I was lonely. It helped, but it didn't fix the problem. Before I knew it, I was corrupted. My parents, my only friends, tried to help me, but I was just so out of control that I...killed them. It was accident. I didn't mean for that to happen. I just wanted a friend. Anyways, after that I ran away. I was so depressed that I did everything my Spirit Animal told me to do, but Zach saved me. He told we could be heroes. So that's what we became. We fought crime together. We saved people. Then, he changed. He killed someone! I mean, yeah, the guy was a scumbag, but we never killed anyone. What really made me run away though, was the smile he had on his face when he did it. Later on, a priest found me and took me in. I eventually became one myself and now I'm here," he says, looking at something far away. As if just to add more proof, his gun transforms into a black dove. James gives it a stare that looks both annoyed and exhausted. "Why did you take physical form? You're not staying, Cain," James says bitterly.

"Fine, whatever," the bird chirps, looking offended. Then, disappears into black mist. I stare, dumbfounded, still not use to Spirit Animals. James turns to me, his bitterness melting into exhaustion.

"You shouldn't be worried about me. You should be more concerned with Shane. He definitely had contact with a demon," he says. My face shows my surprise, remembering when he first accused Shane of this. Soon after that, Shane had a panic attack or something and disappeared. All this trouble with the Hunter made me forget that. Suddenly, a horrible thought crosses my mind. Was the person he shouldn't have trusted...a demon? If so, how much did he tell her and what does this mean for us?

"What should we do?" I ask him. He says the three words I dread the most:

"I don't know."