((This is a scene after the rescue of Martyr from the clutches of May. Still waiting for Renna's computer to come back up so we can finish the scene and it will be up as soon as possible.))

The house was left as empty as that nurse's office. Max, had been tucked into bed. The bouncing baby girl, not understanding the entirety of the situation, but still growing more restless by each moment in Martyr's absence. It was hard to get her to sleep at night, even harder to keep the little thing asleep. Still, with the stuffed bear at her side, clutched in a single arm, and Ulysses snoring just inside her door, the little thing was able to catch some sleep.

Just outside the place, Martyr walked up the path. She'd been battered, tired, and still had a bullet lodged in a lung, which left for a nice wheezing sound coming from her rapidly breathing lung. Her clothes were covered in blood, and her hand was still tingling from reconstructing itself from only the bone and flesh from her rangy wrist. Violet eyes, more wide than ever scanned around almost frantically. "Oh, V-val....M-max....P-please still b-be there..." Her voice as hoarse as ever as she limped her way up the trail that seemed to go on forever.

Ulysses' ears perked, a glance was pointed back toward Max, and then another toward the door. Soon, the maturing furball was padding his way carefully from the room, making sure that his collar wasn't making too much noise. Then, sitting by the front door, the dog whined loudly.

As soon as the door was opened, Ulysses tried to bolt from the house. He began barking loudly, tail began wagging as if there were a thousand bones just waiting for him on the lawn. The fair-haired oversized puppy tug his feet into the very porch, trying to get to the figure walking along the pathway. There was no anger, or fear behind that bark, actually, they were more like high-pitched yelps that questioned Ulysses' very gender.

Violets peered to the door as it eased open, and as the dog came out wagging his tail and yelping as if he were a Poodle, Martyr half-wished she had a tail so that she could wag it right back. Soon, she was moving a bit faster in that direction, bounding off in some pathetic limp toward the man. "Val!" It sounded much better in her head than outloud, it came out as a violent, croaking sound.

"V-val..." Martyr stopped a few feet away, taking him in to her gaze. She moved to leap into his arms, but had been quickly halted by a force that ruined their moment. It was a sudden shove by an unknown creature. Her eyes widened as she toppled backwards and landed right down onto her butt, back following suit. A look of confusion and horror struck the girl's too-innocent expression, but it soon came to light as a wet tongue caressed her cheek in a loving lick from the canine.

"Hnn..!? U-Ulysses, y-you s-scared m-me!" Her voice still distorted by the bullet that had not quite come back up yet. Soon, her fingers raked the dog's scruff, and her expression softened. "I m-missed y-you, t-too, b-buddy.." Martyr told him softly, but gently gathered his leash and lifted her blood-caked body to take Val into her viewing.

Oh, Val....I'm so sorry...

As his voice produced soft lyrics that defied his face, Martyr's eyes grew about three sizes. "Oh m-my g-goodness....It is V-valentine's D-day.. The girl began pacing, the dog walking loyally by her side. "I s-should h-have s-stopped f-for f-flowers, or c-chocolates, or m-maybe another r-ring....Oh, I've r-ruined t-today...I'm s-so f-frustrated I c-could just, j-just...hurggnnn!" The sentence was cut off as Martyr stopped short of him and coughed toward his feet. A metal clanking sound rang out somewhere in the puddle of black blood that she'd left there.

A point for her little puddle she'd made in front of him, bottom lip poking out with a furrowed brow to accent her frustration. "I c-could j-just d-do that!" A nod-nod. "Ok-kay...H-how ab-bout....Y-you f-forget I w-was h-here, and I'll b-be b-back in t-twenty m-minutes..." Martyr said, as if she'd figured it all out. Then she stopped short upon turning away, and turned back. "C-can I b-borrow y-your c-credit c-card?"

It was a special feat of the two, to pick up and rebuild after traumatic circumstances occurred. It was something Martyr wouldn't have changed for anything in the world. "I love y-you, V-val....I m-missed y-you..." Martyr mumbled softly as his arm latched to hers, and she was pulled inside. She was in horrifying need of a bath and worse a worse need to just sit in Val's arms for hours of stinky affection.

Ulysses was at their heels, getting tugged back into the house, and padding his way up the stairs. "I'm s-sorry..."

Untied from the man's arms, Martyr's balance faltered. Still, the bloodied up girl took solace at the wall. As he moved for the door, Martyr shrunk listening to his words. Her hand hung to the wall, her fingers sinking in. She no longer felt welcome, and why should she? It was her that was too weak to fight May off....It was her that had been stupid enough to get not only kidnapped by the woman, but to be put under her spell....It was her that attacked the very people that came to her rescue. A swallow of sticky saliva, before she sank down the wall, sitting upon the hall's floor.

Maybe I shouldn't have come back. I never meant to...I just wanted....Damn it...

Those violet eyes trail up to him, her lip quivering lightly, brows furrowing and then her eyes broke away. A soft grunt escaped her lips. Soon, she stood up. Her eyes bleeding blackness from the pupil, all the way through the whites of eyes. "Uh...uh..! Nn!" Little noises coming from that seizing throat, and then she was recoiling.

Had he not moved from the spot near him, something sharp and familiar would blast into him. He'd remember it as the attack Aviana had preformed on him using her axe as a medium. There was no medium, only raw power—and surely, if he was lying about being weak and tired, and if the attack had hit him, he definitely wouldn't be lying then....

The blackness that filled out the entirety of her eyes, slowly creeps back into pupil, the whites of her eyes gaining more ground as her brows lift. "Oh m-my g-goodness oh m-my g-gosh!" The poor little thing yelped as she scrambled to his side. "Ok-kay, h-hold on n-now....I'm s-sorry...I w-w-wanted t-to k-kiss y-you b-but I d-did that inst-stead..." Because it seemed like such a sweet gesture. "It j-just k-kind of c-came out of m-me..."

A glowing hand is placed directly onto his head. "Ok-kay....H-here g-goes..." It was something she had rarely ever meant to do, a feat that was completely foreign to her save for the two people she'd saved on the West End, and Neth. Still, as her hand met his head, her own began to hurt, and her mouth filled up with blood, cheeks buldging out. "Mn..." Her chest, displayed a bit through the tatter and tear of clothing, began to turn into a purplish mess, only to fade away like the bloodflow in her mouth. Oh....Do I swallow it, or spit it out?

With wide violets, Martyr's mouth gaped in pain, leaving the blood to trail from opened lips, spilling down her chin and staining her already too-tainted clothes. As Val tossed her wrist away, Martyr lost her balance and plopped back down to the floor. "Ngh..."

Martyr took every moment of his glaring, every harsh touch offered. Submitting just inside the house and nudging the door shut with the tip of her toe. The girl laid on her arm, not bothering to make it to the couch, not bothering to get herself cleaned up. She'd been close many times to being drained of blood, she'd taken several bullets, and had her mind stripped away from her for two weeks. Then, after the fact, she made the long trip home. Needless to say, she was spent of energy and blood alike. Her body had been cold, pale, and stained with her own vital.

"W-what are y-you s-sorry f-for??" Martyr would ask, lyrics broken with hiccupping syllables and a weak tongue. Those violet orbs, half-lidded and empty of life peered up at him as his soft digits parted the mocha tresses that lined eyes and brow alike. "Mm?" The girl replied to his tender touches with a soft hum between copious lips as Martyr's living corpse was strewn across the bed. Then, the edges of lips were curled softly into something of a smile as she bit into her lip and sighed contently to his presence alone?which had been more than the girl needed after her torturous absence. Her own rangy fingers lifted carefully to caress his wrist, running a single digit along the bone protruding from beneath skin.

"G-go it alone" N-no w-we're a t-team?" Martyr mumbled to him softly and widened her eyes as she attempted to press her body up from the bed. It was a failed attempt; trembling limbs broke and buckled to send a torso to the soft mattress. "I l-love y-you V-val" W-we're b-both g-growing stronger t-together?" The eccentric immortal told him with a smile. Her cheek pressed into the pillow, the fabric hugging along the side of her fragile features as the girl peered up at him from her compromised position. "W-when I g-get stronger, I c-c-can t-take c-care of m-myself" If Phoen-nix w-were h-here, I w-wouldn't have this p-problem?? Which probably wasn't the best thing to say at the moment, but she did miss the little hellion that swam around her cranium like a shark.

Martyr's violets trailed to try and seek out crimson light; they were softened with grief and despair. It wasn't long before they broke away and tucked themselves beneath lid and lash, copious lips parting to relieve a soft sigh from swollen lungs. "I m-miss h-her" She w-was n-not always g-good, b-but she d-died s-saving m-me" She f-fought N-neth, the g-girl she w-was g-going t-to m-marry' F-for m-me?" The girl mumbled softly, soft, blood-crusted tresses falling in front of her fragile features. "I c-can't' I n-need t-to g-get stronger on m-my own?" Says the girl who could barely lift her head from the gentle fabric of the bedding.