"No please!"

Slash.

Everything went silent, except for the noise of someone chocking on their own blood. Blood running down her body, JJ fell limp in the person's grip. Bunny watched as they dropped the child with no remorse, a grin plastered on their face.

"Oh don't cry, you'll be joining her soon."

Not caring, he stepped over JJ and walked towards her, blood dripping off the knife. Her body trembled as he stood in front of her, his eyes glaring into hers.

"Pity, I was actually starting to like you."

She hissed as he laughed. Taking the knife, he raised it and with one quick jab, stabbed her right in the side. She winced as he pushed in as deeply as possible, drawing blood.

"Have fun."

With that he disappeared from sight, along with the strings holding her. Falling to the ground, Bunny held her side tightly as blood ran down it. She pushed herself up and crawled over to JJ, who was barely breathing. Being careful, she took off the hoodie she was wearing and used it to cover her wound. Shaking, she pushed it lightly onto it as blood quickly began to soak it.

"J-jane."

She slightly shook the child, trying to get a response. Her body shook as she started to feel weak. Looking down, she could see the ground becoming coated with blood. Shaking, she held her to her chest, feeling the child taking small shallow breaths. She started seeing spots as her mind went numb. She felt something warm be placed on her shoulder, causing her to jump and turn around. She was meet with a pair of eyes, gentle grey eyes. It was Vincent.

"You seem like you need some help."

She looked down at JJ, who was pale and barely breathing. Looking back up, she could see Vincent giving her a small smile, a friendly one at that. Without hesitation, she quickly handed him the child and backed away. She wanted him to help JJ, but she was still afraid.

"Bunny, you have to come with me. It's not safe out here."

He held out his hand as she stared at it, a sad gaze in her eyes. She looked up at him as he looked at her, both not knowing what to do.

"Trust me."

With a shaky breath, she lifted her hand and took his as he pulled her up. She held his hand tightly as they walked, a small trail of blood following behind them.