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John was just exiting his room when he heard a scream.

"I don't know what to do! Where the hell is john!"

"Az." John said softly as he began jogging toward Marcey's voice, and what he assumed to be a victim of Marcey's powers. Azrael snapped them there in a flash. Ayzlee was lying on the floor, motionless, her wrist cut, and Marcey's hand over it. John was startled, but not unaccustomed. "Water in the blood, get it out. her throat's swollen shut, and I do not want to have to cut it open. Az, take care of this, I've got to go, I'll be back."

The secrets were getting to be quite a burden on his shoulders, but it wasn't like he could just tell them. "Hi, how are you. Nice shirt. Oh, and by the way, you're the harbingers of the apocalypse." It couldn't go down like that. They weren't supposed to know of the prophecy, not yet.

John slowly made his way downstairs, trying to avoid the eyes of Kyra or Shrade.

"Where are you going?"

Fuck.