[center][hr][hr][h1][color=82ca9d][b]Marc[/b][/color] & [b]Chris[/b][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Park[/center][hr]

	"Whatever works," Chris said as he kept moving. "I am open to anything," he said throwing her a grin before looking back towards the Ferriswheel and pulling her along with him. At her question he chuckled. "There is a killer on the loose and the place is getting crowded. Don't want to loose you," he said tightening his grip. It didn't seem to matter as Riley came out of no where. Taking a step back he looked at the pair, where had she come from?

	Resting his hand on his bag, it slipped into the padded fabric. Something wasn't right. It especially wasn't right when suddenly he had powered sugared funnel cake all over him thanks to the rock star. He jumped back as he kept one hand in the bag and the other started to knock the food off his shirt. "God damn it Ri..." he started before he felt a sudden impact coming in from his right hand side. Marc tackling him to the ground. His hand came out of the bag, finger around the trigger of a Beretta nine as he started to wrestle with Marc, trying to get back in control. Marcs hang pushing the gun up and away as it fired.

	Everyone seemed to hit the deck and screams echoed through the area. [color=82ca9d]"RUN!!!"[/color] Marc yelled before he  felt a fist hit his jaw and the two tumbled apart. Marc's coming up and running after Chris as he took off through the crowd, firing wildly as he went. Marc stumbled, rolling along the ground before he rolled up, pain etching his face as he took back off into the crowd and following the jackass into the haunted house.