You Look Lost

Closed For The Night

Moxxie awoke hearing something at first he though it was the wind but then on hearing it again Striker woke also.

"You hear that?"

Moxxie whispers and Striker kisses his shoulder before getting up.

"Stay here"

Striker says pulling on his boxers and jeans, Moxxie sits up climbing out of bed as Striker picks up his pistol.

"I'm not staying here alone"

Moxxie says pulling on his own boxers before a large bed shirt, Striker head out the room and down the stairs hearing the tapping getting louder Moxxie followed as Striker unlocked the door separating the shop and their stair case. Striker cracked the door open slightly and once he was sure no one was in the shop he opened the door fully, Moxxie looks to the front door to see Gris stood there.

"Gris?"

Moxxie questions walking to the shop and unlocking the door before Striker could stop him. Moxxie opened the door to see Gris was holding what looked to be a shirt in his hand but it wrapped around the hand speckles of blood on it. Striker leans out the door checking up and down the dark street but there was no one.

"I... I know it's late..I didn't know where to go"

Gris says looking to them Moxxie was shocked and Striker held the door open.

"Bring him in"

Striker says so Moxxie mores gently leading Gris in Moxxie looks to him Striker places his pistol in the back of his jeans.

"What happened?"

Moxxie asks as Striker shuts the door and pull down the blind to hide the veiw from outside on the door. Gris looks at Moxxie with tears in his eyes but a slight smile on his face.

"I couldn't do it... I didn't want to I told him no but he didn't stop... I couldn't take it anymore"

Gris says as Moxxie sits him down on a stool, Gris giggles holding his covered hand tightly.

"He turned his back me so I pushed him, I pushed him down the stairs he... He didn't see it coming"

Gris blurts out looking to Moxxie which is when Striker sees a wet patch in Gris's hair.

"I just wanted it to stop"

Gris says miserably Striker steps forward and carfully moves Gris hair to see a nasty gash in his scalp. Moxxie looks horrified but then looks to Gris hand so he gently unwraps the shirt as more came away the more blood was below. Moxxie pulls away the shirt to see a large cut in Gris hand clearly a defensive wound.

"I though he was going to kill me...how did it turn so bad?"

Gris asks Moxxie places a hand on his shoulder unsure what to say.

.-.

Striker stood by the door as Moxxie was helping Gris drink some tea mixed with a sleeping draught. A knock to the front door to the shop catches all their attention Gris looks startled so Moxxie holds his hand to comfort him. Striker looks to Gris earning his eye as he pulls out his pistol.

"You have nothing to fear now, your under our protection in this place"

Striker says before heading down the stair once more and opens the door to the shop seeing there was definitely a few figures outside. Striker walks to door and leans near the wall near the door.

"Who is it?"

He asks calmly and slowly pulls back the hammer on his pistol which barely makes noise in the still shop.