Imagine that you and Michael are on the trail of a guy called The Stalking Butcher. He is the one who ran a whole group who stalks and then kills his victims. He always leaves a butcher knife right beside the bodies. You guys wanted to kill him because he threatened your life just because you didn't want to be a part of his group. Michael got on his case rather quickly. You both are now in his warehouse trying to make your way to the butchers lair. You and Michael killed almost half of his men. You got shot. As you fell to the ground, you watched Michael pass you and turn the corner. You heard him talking to you thinking that you were right behind him. When he didn't hear you respond, he ran back and discovered you laying on the ground with a bloody chest, hardly breathing.

"No, this can't be happening! Baby stay with me come on," he pleaded with you.

You raised your hand and wrapped it around his neck.

"I can't," you managed to reply.

"Please, I can't live without you," his eyes turned glossy.

You kissed him, "I'm sorry. But you'll have to defeat the Butcher alone. I love you from the moon and back. I will always love you," you closed your eyes.

"NO!" he cried as he felt your body go limp.

"I will always love you more," he whispered.

Michael got up and left one last kiss on your lips. He went on. He killed all of the Butcher's men and finally made it to his lair. The Butcher turned around.

"So we finally meet face to face don't we Michael?" the butcher said as he pulled out a butcher knife.

"Yes and I have come here to avenge my girls death," Michael stated as he came near.

"Finally that bitch is dead! That's all I ever wanted!" the Butcher laughed.

"Well I didn't come here to congratulate you on it. So come on kill me," Michael crossed his arms.

Michael jumped on the Butcher and tried to get the Butcher knife out of his hands. But then, The Stalking Butcher got a hold of Michael's neck and pinned him up against the wall.

"Is this what you want pretty boy? Huh? To die by being chocked to death?" The Butcher smiled.

"No, if anything that man will be laying in my arms dying by old age," you held up another Butcher Knife.

The Butcher turned around, "Well look who joined the party. I thought you were dead."

"You wish I was," you raised the knife.

"If you put my husband down then you won't get killed how about that?" you stated.

The Butcher let go of Michael's neck and he fell unconscious. You then threw the knife and it landed right in the Butcher's chest. He slid down a wall and fell on the ground calling you a lying bitch.

"I might be a lying bitch but I am also a Boss Ass Bitch," you walked away from the Butcher's body and walked over to Michael's.

You picked up his head gently and kissed him and sooner or later you felt him respond. You pulled away and caressed his face.

"But I thought you were-" he started.

"Shhh, don't say anything what matters now is that I'm here now," you smiled.

"Can we get out of here?" he raised his head.

"Yeah, come on," you stood up.

You both escaped and sat on top of a tree branch, holding onto your wound for the bleeding to slow down. You watched the police come to the warehouse. You both laughed when they found your note that read "Merry Christmas."