I was panting from all of the pain, and the blood. "Is this the old ware house?" I ask him. "Which one?" He asks. "My uncle's. It used to be a lake house. Is it?" I ask through my teeth. He throws another at me. "Maybe. The one in Kansas or around La Push?" He asks. "A week we've been here? Kansas." I say. "Correct. You saved yourself." He says, and grins. He begins patting his pockets. He takes out something totally unexpected. He takes out a 38 Caliber, which otherwise, a gun. He loads it, and grins even more. "Time to die Liz." He says. I grab the gun as well. "Time to die Mark." I say, and pull the trigger twice. I take a gasp, a minute later. I was on the floor, two shots. Mark was lying, dead. It was too much. I cough, to find blood. I knew this wouldn't help to fight. I was shot in the chest, and arm. I didn't know what to do. I begin saying the address to the ware house as loud as I could. I knew that wasn't very loud. "It's a crack house now." I add.
Erin Hotchner's Pov
Before our very eyes, Lisandee was shot, and gasping for air. Dying infront of us all. "Move!" I yell, and we all stand up, even Garcia. Before we knew it, we were going to Kansas. Watching the video this whole time. We had Kansas police come with, and we all head in.
The door turned out locked, but Morgan fixed that, as if a flick of a finger, kicking down the door. We all run in, searching all of the many rooms. Finding out there was a second floor, we go into the one room. That is where it was all dark, and smelled of blood. Morgan cusses, as we approach Lisandee, lying there, as still as the wind. I reach over and check her pulse. It wasn't still, but was soflty thumping. Morgan calls for a medic loudly, and quickly. We look at Mark, then the camera. A medic comes, and we rush her away. I check Mark's pulse, and pick up his 38 Caliber. It wasn't the best feeling. There was blood, and an awful smell in the room. I go outside, and we gather the team, to the hospital.
