John had moved to lay on a sofa, holding the bag of ice to his head. He let out a sigh as he stared up at the ceiling and cursed Pariah within his mind. He wondered what might have happened if Pariah didn't show up...after all, it was because of her fight with Jessica that he was now placed in a difficult position. As much as he hated working for the D.M.A., they had lots of people with guns. Letting out another sigh, he figured that whether or not he lived through this...he was probably about to do the right thing.

But suddenly he noticed a young girl standing in the doorway to the kitchen, who was just staring at him as the other children went on with their day. [color=00aeef]"Uhh...hello there...do you want something?"[/color] John asked, sitting up somewhat.

[color=a187be]"...You're one of the bad men..."[/color] Stated the young girl as she continued to stand and stare from the doorway.

[color=00aeef]"Yeah...I suppose I am, aren't I?"[/color] John said and chuckled somewhat sarcastically. [color=00aeef]"But, then...why are you talking to me? Does me being a hunter not scare you?"[/color]

[color=a187be]"...Why do you work for them?..."[/color] The girl said and moved to stand closer, but the rather blank expression on her face didn't change. [color=a187be]"...You don't have to be bad..."[/color]

John looked down at his free hand, eyeing the cloth that was wrapped around it. [color=00aeef]"I work for them because they threaten me...threaten to kill me if I don't work for them...before now, I had wanted to defy them...but I knew it would end with my death..."[/color] He spoke softly, clutching his free hand into a fist. [color=00aeef]"But now I don't think I have a choice..."[/color]

[color=a187be]"...You want to help Miss Cia get her friend back?..."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Yes...yes, I do. She really frightened me a moment ago...made me realize that I might just die no matter what choice I make...but, if that's the case; why not die doing the right thing?"[/color]

[color=a187be]"...Do you like Miss Cia?..."[/color] The girl asked bluntly, cocking her head slightly.

[color=00aeef]"W-What?! Why are you asking me something like that? I mean...she's nice and all...but she could've killed me back there!"[/color] John responded in a surprised and somewhat annoyed tone, wincing as he accidentally messed with the bump on his head in a wrong way. [color=00aeef]"Ouch...uh, look...I need to rest to regain the use of my gift as fast as I can to help Miss Cia find her friend...okay?"[/color]

[color=a187be]"...Okay..."[/color] The girl said simply, walking away and out of sight.

[color=00aeef]"Well that was weird...but...oddly kind of relaxing. I wonder who she is..."[/color] John said as he laid back down to continue his rest, moving the ice bag around every so often.