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Turning from the portal and moving back up the stairs Sammy watched as LW and Carry picked away across the room. "STOP PANSY ASSING AND RUN BEFORE YOU BOTH END UP DEAD!" It wasn't the most polite way to encourage them, but they already lost one girl they didn't need to loose more. She gave a curt nod to Calder he didn't fare much better then the two out there still, but he had made it finally.

ONE LAST TRY COME ON LW

HP: ~

(( LW NOOOOOOOO! crying ))

Carthusia thought she had done the right thing. She had shielded Belladonna through most of it, but she couldn't do a Jacking thing for LW. No matter how much leaning, moving, praying she did, when the trio finally got to the stairs, they were but a duo. Panicked, Carry turned back to try and find the werewolf. She had to be here, she had to be! Red eyes and a face streaming with tears jerked left and right, but found no werewolf. What had happened?! Where did she go wrong? Pride's shoulders shook with rage, hate, anger, self-loathing, pain, pity, sadness... she tried to keep it all together, she tried to be strong for everyone else. She had to, she had to do it for them, the ones that had stood by her no matter what had happened.

And now she'd failed them.

Dropping to her knees, Carry pounded her bloodied fists against the crumbling floor at the top of the stairs. She should have been the one to take the fall. She should have taken the hits for everyone in the room. For Gabrian, for Emily, for Ren, for LW... all of them. She wanted to take on the hurt, the blood, and the pain, but she couldn't. The demoness wept and pounded her fists again and again into the pavement of the floor. Where had they gone? Could she go there and save them? Nothing but choked sobs escaped Pride now. She had nothing left, and despite all the power she supposedly had, she was still as helpless as a newborn. Her hands, now bruised and even more bloody from the force of nearly punching the floor, gripped her tangled hair. Her words came out in cracked, low wails as she stood up to lean heavily against the staircase railing. "Couldn't... why couldn't I... Jack it all... all my fault... shouldn't have come..."

She shook her head, as if telling herself 'no, no, no, no' over and over again, limping numbly down the stairs. She passed several other students, but her eyes were in a haze. Dirt and blood clung to her face after the tears started to run, but she didn't care anymore. Even her mark was gone. What else was there to do? "....have to find them... have to bring them back..." came another sob. No, she had to have some sort of bloody revenge, even in the end. She had to do something to make it up to the fallen ones. Clenching a bloody fist, her shoulders still shaking, she pressed forward in a numb and murderous fog.

So now their attacker was gone and the place was falling apart... Yeah. This was just great. Could they even make it out of here alive? He wondered, while hurrying along. He moved quick, but not quick enough that he couldn't see where he was going or watch out for what might land on him. The last thing he needed was to die from being hit by the ceiling, or toilet... or something...

HP: 20 - 2 = 18

Smacking away some more debris, the black dog growled. As much as he liked exploring, he didn't like being hit or even killed by the things he explored. Just about everyone else had either died or made it out and yet, he was still here trying to get out. Jack damn it all!

HP: 18 - 2 = 16

It was cowardly, but Belladonna just couldn't watch.
When the last falling debris took LW she turned her head at the last second, her mouth opened as she tried to breath it all in. Something was wrong in her mind, because it wasn't registering that they were gone. Ren, LW, Sir Gabrian... They weren't gone, they were just taking another route. That was it. That had to be it. That was the only conceivable reason they were no longer with them.

And then the protection of Carry was gone, leaving Belladonna down three stairs before she realized she had stopped.
"NO!" She shouted, turning and grabbing the girl's arm, pulling her up and down the stairs. "We keep moving." This was not mothering, this was not kind, this was laced with some rage deep within that was bubbling and not yet reached the surface because Belladonna couldn't deal with it right now. Right now they had to run and get out of there and when they weren't being attacked she would scream and kick something and probably cry her jacking eyes out. "We go now." For a moment she towered over the girl, her pink eyes blazing nearly red. "We will fight for them and we will not let them be gone forever. We will get revenge. C'mon Pride."

And with that she descended the stairs, now her turn to protect Carry as she kept her close with one hand vice-gripped around the Pride demoness's.

((HP= 17))

This wasn't good... he could feel his remaining energy draining. What he had left wasn't much. Much more of this, and he would be joining the others in the eternal sleep... Which made him wonder... could ghosts even die twice? And if they did, did they come back again, or die permanently?

.....

This was a question better left unanswered...

HP: 14 - 2 = 12

Carthusia was numb, but she felt the hug that an undead had given her, and felt the brush of fingers against her cheek. Her face was smeared with blood, dirt and tears, but she no longer had the strength to care. Pride barely mustered a smile and a nod to Sammy, offering a little bit of a hug in return. Overwhelming guilt is all she felt now, and was tugged by the other redhead she tried to save - Belladonna. Blindly she was drug down the stairs, offered the hope of revenge. If what Sammy said was correct, the other students would be alright. They would rematerialize somewhere, she hoped. They would be somewhere, unharmed, warm in a bed and resting, yes. And in the meantime, all Carry wanted was to wrap her fingers around the neck of the next cloak she found.