(A.N This chapter is a meanwhile sort of thing. Have fun~)

'Blood...so much blood.'

"What a annoyance. I can't believe the people Dolan is around have the time." Hanna scoffed, standing over Hellbent with her arms crossed.

'Get up...I need to get up.' Hellbent layed on the floor, gripping his shoulder. Blood speeped through his black jacket. There was a fresh gash on his right leg.

Hanna sighed before turning toward Pringles room. "Dolan....he's mine...all mine...but first. Pringle must die."

Hellbent heared Pringle must die and rolled over. "No..."

Hanna jumped and turned back to Hellbent, pointing her knife at his back. "What was that?"

"No...I won't-" Hellbent tried standing up but the sudden weight on his leg was enough to make him yelp. He fell back down, grasping his leg. "I...I won't let you touch him..."

Hanna laughed mockingly. "And why not? What can you do to me?" She tapped her chin. "Could it be...Hellbent is in love?"

Hellbent's eyes snapped open and black partials started floating off his skin. "I..." The ground rumbled beneath Hanna. Hanna took a awkward step back, confused on what is happening.

"I..." Hellbent looked up, his right eyes engaged with flames. "I won't let a scum bag like you touch him." He slowly stood up, his red hair spiking up on end. Raising his hand, palm toward the celing, he tilted his head and smiled. "Die."

Hanna yelled out on fright and started running. She ran past Hellbent and down the dark hallway, disappearing from sight.

Hellbent watched her leave then sighed. He lowered his hand and the flames disappered. So did the partials. He looked up and blinked. Snapping back to reality, he rushed into Pringle's room.

"Pringle!" He saw Pringle was sitting on the bed, trying his best to get up without reopening his wound. When Hellbent yelled Pringle's name, Pringle looked up, only to be tackled in the next second.

Hellbent held Pringle tightly around the neck. Tears of joy slipped from his eyes. "y-your okay...I was so worried."

Pringle, shocked by the sudden hug, looked down at Hellbent. "I-I'm okay."

Hellbent shook his head and began to sob. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry for what I did."

Pringle has never seen Hellbent so helpless and sad. Feeling a tinge of guilt, he wrapped his arms around Hellbent's waist.

(A.N hold up hold up. Critical needs a ship! Quick! Don't let Critical be forever alone!)

"It's okay. It's okay." Pringle said closing his eyes and smiling. Hellbent squeezed him tighter, not wanting to let go.

"I'm so sorry..."

Pringle sat there thinking. Slowly he raised Hellbent from his shoulder and made him sit up. They were face to face. "Hellbent...I don't know if you killed that person or not. But..." Pringle placed a warm hand on Hellbent's cheek. "I forgive you."

Hellbent looked at Pringle wide eyed. 'He...does?' He opened his mouth to object but Pringle smashed his lips against his own. Hellbent looked down at Pringle in awe then began to relax.

Hellbent wrapped his arms around Pringles waist as he drew him closer. He kissed back lovingly and they both blushed a dark red.

"Thank you..."