Nightshade lunged at Hemlock before he realized his mistake. Everyone at first backed off, knowing that it was best to let Nightshade have at it, but it was soon apparent she wasn't stopping. Datura and Petals moved in to pull them off of each other, but Nightshade saw red. She pushed Hemlock into the corner and took a knife out. She flicked it open and proceeded to stab Hemlock's shoulder.

"My aim rusty now, bitch?" She shouted.

Thorn ran up to Datura's side and grabbed Nightshade's left arm as Datura grabbed her right. She flung Datura into a wall and tried to do the same to Thorn. She turned her attention to him instead of Hemlock, who was now semi-conscious. Thorn, who isn't scared of much, was paralyzed by the look in her eyes. It wasn't the anger or the slight insanity he saw, but the murderous look. It was as if she didn't know what she was doing and Thorn was about to be her next kill no matter what.

"Nightshade, stop!" He said, trying to reach his own knife in his pocket. She swung and he ducked, having just enough time to pull it from his pocket. He flipped it open and took a step back. She hesitated but lunged at him again. He caught her this time and slammed her into the brick wall to the side, knocking her to the floor. He waited for her to get up but she didn't. He quickly grabbed the knife from her hand and pocketed it with his own, then switched spots with Datura, who ran to his best friend's aid.

"Erica, why do you do this?" he muttered to himself as he flipped her onto her back. She didn't appear to have life-threatening injuries, just a broken nose, and a black eye. She was definitely the better of the two. She groaned, signaling her wake up.

Hemlock on the other hand wasn't looking great. Petals and Bittersweet had pulled his shirt off and pressed it to the stab wound. It was still bleeding through.

"Guys, this is going to need stitches." Petals said as she pressed harder on his shoulder.

"We don't have the money for it," Rose stated briskly. "We'll have to do the best we can."

Behind them, Nightshade began to stir. She looked around and locked eyes with Datura.

"Did I do this?" Nightshade whispered.

"Yeah, you did." His reply was bitter. She stood up and looked at her gang.

"I didn't mean to, I just lost it. I'm sorry." She turned on her heel and walked through the exit of the alley way. No one tried to stop or follow her. Hemlock was losing blood, and fast. It looked like unless they could scrape up enough money to get him to the hospital, they'd have to do it themselves.