Survival of the fittest - AmyMarie and Shadowfax

[Shadowfax]

Ashelin managed to pull the gun out of the mans hand. It was now out of ammo though, so useless to her. Instead she smashed the man round the head with it, knocking him unconscious. The other three were on her in seconds. One punched her in the face sending her sprawling to the ground, whilst the other tried to wrestle the empty gun out of her hand. Ashelin needed it for hitting them with however, so she was holding onto it with all her strength.

"Let go" The man growled at her as he tried to pull it out her hand.

"Don't worry, this will make her let go" another of the men said.

Ashelin suddenly felt a searing pain in her arm as the man ramed a penknife into her wrist. She winced and cried out with agony as blood began to seep from the wound. He had got a vein. Still, she refused to let go of the gun. She kicked out, getting the man behind her between the legs. He howled with pain, whilst the other, distracted by this let his grip go on the gun. Ashelin seized this chance and threw the gun across the other mans face, sending him unconcious. One left.

"You stupid little b**ch!!!" He yelled, advancing on her now, another knife in hand.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

It was full on fight. Aimee had never witnessed anything of the sort in real life. She had only seen stuff like this in the movies. The woman, who looked as though she was older than George, but maybe not by much seemed to be losing now. When Aimee saw blood, she began to panic for her. She opened the door fully and was about to rush in, but a hand swiftly pulled her back. It was George. He scrambled forward, tackling the man left. George's hand found the hand holding the knife and in the struggle, pulled it away from him.

Although George was younger than the man he was fighting with, he was in better shape. He pulled the man's hands behind the man's back and held him momentarily. He noticed the woman was bleeding, from her wrist of all places. Before he could shout for them both to go, the man had regained some stregth and threw him up against the near by wall, and he tripped over a table along the way. George landed with a thud, but dodged the fists coming at him. There was a glass on the table he had tripped over. In a flash, he had reached out, grabbed it and swung it at the man swiftly. It hit him square in the head, hard.

The man teetered on his feet for a few mere moments, then slumped to the ground. George stared at him, catching his breath.
"I-Is he dead?" Aimee whispered loud enough for them to here. George was in shock. He looked dead. He wasn't breathing, or moving.
"Oh god...I've killed someone" George mouthed, staggering back. It must of been a normal sight to some by now, but the siblings didn't know what to think. Aimee didn't know what to say to her brother, so she turned to the woman. The teenager was shaking a little.
"A-Are you ok?" Aimee glanced at the blood trickling from her wound.

[Shadowfax]

Ashelin was shocked to see two newcomers burst in on the scene. The man, who looked a little younger than herself collided with the fat man with the knife and she looked on as they wrestled. Her attention then turned to Aimee who had just entered the room. She blinked with confusion. Where had they come from? Why were they here? What did they want? She then shuddered as a throbbing pain was sent through her arm and the realization that the knife was still embedded in there came back to her.

She heard an almighty smash and watched as George hit the man across the head with a glass. Damn.. why didn't I think of that she thought. However being Ashelin, she was cautious and as they looked at her she backed away slightly. The teenager asked her if she was ok, but Ashelin did not answer. Instead, she clamped her hand around the knife in her hand and pulled. A yell escaped her and she raised the knife threateningly at the two of them, though her eyes were distant as she lost more and more blood. Ashelin held her bleeding arm against her chest in an attempt to apply some pressure.

"Who are you.. wh-what do you want?" She asked feeling faint, but she stubbornly held the knife up.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

(OOC: Sorry if this has too much god-modding in, you can change the course of events if you wish!)

The two of them exchanges worried glances as more blood escaped the woman's wrist.
"H-Hey, let me help you with that" Aimee said softly, edging towards her. She stopped her advance when Ashelin held the knife up, the metal gleaming in the light. George stepped in front of his sister protectively.
"My name's George, this is my sister, Aimee. We're not hear to hurt you. We're here to help" he explained calmly. He stepped towards her, noticing that she wasn't exactly stable. "Look, you're losing a lot of blood". He reached for her hand suddenly and grabbed her healthy wrist firmly but gently.

George slipped the knife out of hand, she must of been too faint to resist that action. "We have supplies, back in our car. We can patch you up". He said, supporting her so she remained standing up. He eyed her up. She might not be able to make it back to the car.
"Aimee, go get the stuff". His sister ran off quickly and George sat Ashelin in a seat up against the wall. He got the table cloth, which looked relatively clean, and wrapped it around her bleeding wrist, applying pressure slowly. "Now...what's your name?"

[Shadowfax]

(OOC: Nah, it's cool =) Ash isn't going to be particularly nice to begin with =P)

Ashelin's vision was blurring as the two people advanced towards her. She kept a firm grip on the knife, but she could feel her body going cold and her hands trembling as the two got closer.

"Stay back!" She managed to say as George told her she was losing alot of blood.

In the blink of an eye, or atleast it seemed that to her in this state, the man had grabbed her good wrist and pried the knife from her hands. Ashelin made to curse him, but no words came to her as the loss of blood was starting to effect her. She shook her head to try and regain some sort of focus, but it was no use. The next moment she felt herself being lifted up onto the chair and her wrist being bandaged up. She looked George dead in the eye with her own lost and blurred ones as he asked her name.

"What do you want?" She managed to say after some time.

Sam had woken at the sound of gunfire and was huddled in a ball on the front seat. He was hoping Ashelin wasn't dead. What would he do if she was. After a few minutes, the boy mustered up some courage to look out the window of the car. He saw Aimee running from the petrol station back to her car and immediately hid on the front seat again.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

(OOC: I didn't think she would be hehe xD)

"Now calm down" George said, not exactly losing his patience but not wanting to have to force her just to accept the help he was trying to give. He checked on the blood flow again, it seemed to be slowing but the cloth was soaking through. He soon had blood covered hands. "Christ" he muttered under his breath. When she asked him what he wanted, he resisted the urge to shout.

He understood her cautiousness, her persistent ways, but he had just killed a man and George wasn't in the best of moods. "I want to help you. Just stay awake, please. Tell me your name, you don't have to. You can sit there and swear at me if you wish" he said with a sigh, "Just stay awake". In a way, he felt guilty. George didn't want to come and help, it was Aimee who did.

Meanwhile, Aimee had thrown the car door open and was rustling around for the medical supplies. She pulled out antiseptic wipes and bandages, along with some ibuprofen and a bottle of water. Kicking the door shut behind her, she walked back, not wanting to drop anything. She glanced at the car sat a few meters away from her. Aimee thought she saw something move, but she couldn't wait for long. She looked for a few more seconds before rushing back inside of the shop. Laying the supplies down on the table for George.

[Shadowfax]

Ashelin glanced at George. She could tell it was his first time he had killed a man. She knew what he was feeling, though she was to exhausted and in too much pain to help calm him down. Not that she wanted to... Ashelin then grit her teeth as her arm shuddered and the pain began to creep up to her elbow. She was used to minor wounds, but the man had nicked a vein and she was bleeding alot more than she ever had done. This boy and his sister were confusing her though. Why would they want to help her? Surely they were after something. She attempted to pull her arm away from George.

"Im fine... j-just leave me.. be" She said becoming rather short of breath now. She attempted to stand up, but her head span and she instantly lost control of her body and she collapsed, hitting her head on the table as she fell.

Sam watched Aimee run in with medical supplies and more questions began to merge in his head. What if it was Ashelin in there? Was she hurt? Maybe these people were good? He hadn't seen a weapon on Aimee at all. He slowly got out of the jeep with all the courage he could muster and began to make his way towards the shop. Every now and then he would look over his shoulder wearily.

"Please be ok Ash..." he whispered.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

George tried to keep her sat still, but as she hit her head he lost it.
"No, I won't let you be! You'll die from blood loss and I just killed a man already! If you die it'll be my fault!" he shouted. Aimee had just arrived for this outburst. George stopped, looked at her and walked away from Ashelin. "Aimee, bandage her up for me" his voice cracked as he tried not to cry. Aimee went to pat his back, or do something of comfort but she needed to help the woman before her.

Aimee heaved her back up, she wasn't responding all that well. She looked at her head, there wasn't any visual damage. Aimee thought her judgement would have to be enough. Reaching over to the supplies, she picked up an antiseptic wipe.
"This is going to hurt quite a bit". She dabbed at the wound, not sure how conscious Ashelin was and how much she could feel. Satisfied at the cleanliness of the wound, she began to bandage it up. Both siblings had learnt first aid at school, as part of extra-curricular. They found it useful and in times like this, it was life saving.

[Shadowfax]

"We.. we need to get.. out of.. here... men.." Ashelin tried to say as she had only knocked the other two men out, not killed them.

Ashelin was hardly conscious as she felt herself being heaved up and settled against the wall by Aimee. She could make out the blurred outline of her, but after that her sight just gave up and her eyelids closed. She drifted into darkness and wondered if she would even wake up.

Sam at that moment reached the door and slowly pushed it open. The three were at the back of the shop so at first he didn't notice. However as he turned around after shutting the door he saw the bodies of four men, two dead and two unconscious. Fear tugged at the nine year old and he stumbled backwards. Looking up, he saw George, Aimee and the unconcious and bloody form of Ashelin.

"A...Ash?! Wha- What did you do to her?" He asked, his voice trembling.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

Aimee barely heard her, but it seemed George understood. He walked around the bodies, kicking the two that were breathing. They were still out, for they did not stir. He went back to the wall and watched his sister work. George decided to help. He checked on Ashelin's breathing as she passed out, and felt her forehead then checked her pulse.
"She's stable I think, breathing ok and I can feel her pulse". Aimee had just put on the last layer of bandage when the voice of a young boy rung through the room. George whipped round and saw the small child standing there.

"Woah, its ok. Look", George pointed towards the medical supplies, "We're helping her". George noticed what he called her, "Ash", he assumed it was just a shorter nickname. "She hurt herself fighting these guys" he explained, motioning the bodies around him "We turned up just in time, there's nothing to be scared of now". Aimee was surprised. Her brother was so calm with this child. Maybe it was because he was so used to dealing with her when they were younger when she was frightened about something.